The wrong horsie

Backing the wrong horse has been a favourite past time of mine. I have done it since times immemorial (I really mean selective amnesia here). The crux seems to lie in my sense of absolute judgement. Everyone else seems to be at it, and failing too. That makes me feel better, in the same way we feel good when a friend fails a test (along with us, of course).
My nearly immense intelligence and general knowledge have consistently bettered my choices (assuming the bad ones aren’t counted). I generally use all my collective powers when I have to choose. I only “look” like I have made bad choices in life. But I usually have a strong argument and an even more incredible logic to support my bad choices, when they are being made. All in real-time. Around four or five years ago I decided to replace the computer at home with a better one. Mind you, I had, by this time, read almost every issue of the “Chip” magazine. All that knowledge just HAD to be used. There were two competing RAM technologies in the market. The RD-RAM backed by Intel and DDR by AMD. Technically, both had their uses. Deciding which one’s going to be the future was a tough call. I decided to back Intel and go for the RD-RAM. My logic being Intel had more money power and will weed out AMD off the market in no time. In a years time Intel dropped RD-RAM and backed DDR (a rival technology !!). What were the odds !!? Really. However, at the time, I had people convinced I’m talking sense. A friend of mine who thought that a monitor is the “computer” was completely taken in by my choice when I had explained it to him. Many such decisions have successfully shaped my life. More like an amoeba’s.
In my life I see a lot of such decisions coming. Blu-Ray or HD-DVD for example ? My bets are on the Blu-Ray.

Like this, the wrong horse has always been my favourite horse. It never mattered when it lost. I’d make sure I come up with an explanation of its virtues even before the horse lost. I have always found my joy with the wrong horse and the pain of losing would soon be forgotten. Little wonder I hate Ferrari F1. It’s the wrong sort of horse.