It's New Year time folks! And like everytime we have people making resolutions, deciding changes for the year that's coming: ranging from changes in looks to changes in the professional arena to fields of interest to many such unknown territories. During my college days, I had some friends telling me that if you put an apple under your pillow on December 31st, you'd get a glimpse of your life partner at midnight. Many told me to make a wish at 12am and the wish would for sure come true. Honestly, I tried none. I'm a bit of a non-believer. Though at times, it did cross me to do that apple trick. <I laugh at such idiosyncracies> Well! I'm not trying to sound "oh I'm so different from the crowd", it's just that "like many others" I too like the suddeness of events, though I'd love if it's more of the positives.
I don't call myself a writer, but my pen is married to my heart and together they give birth to wonderful lines. I don't even dare to call myself a poet, I guess the emotions in me rhyme. I work for the company that people run to work with but this, I feel, is not my end. I'm not in love either but I know for sure I'm a true romantic at heart and that I'd save all the love in me for my match.
The year 2011 has been good for me. It's been a year full of travelling and weddings. It started with my cousin's wedding and ended with four of my friends thinking alike and tieing the knot. Four of them!! The unmarried ones, including me, thought who's next? Somebody told me "when it starts raining nearby, know that you are the next to get drenched." I wonder whether to take it seriously or not. Both ways, to me, would be fine. What optimism!! Marriage scares me and my honesty only kills me. <raised eyebrow> My heart asks me to think about the man who's soul would be my property and vice-versa. I love to tickle my senses with the mushy thoughts. However, my brain differs. Goddam, it brings responsibilities, boundations, heaps of relations and so much more to the fore that marriage would bring with it. Every rose has got some thorns, eh? whatever that means...It was an official tour that took me to Mumbai for 21 days. Some outing it was! Apart from learning the new software, I also learnt a few things about the people around and my capabilities. I understood how important it is to give those people a reality check who are nothing but a giant piece of useless flesh. <My My!! what crude words..did it remind you of some incident? Grrrrrr> I loved Mumbai for it gave me a sense of strange peace. I culminated that anytime in my life I'd feel the need to be alone and not disturbed, I'd run to Mumbai. Back from Mumbai, I had a month-long trip planned for Syria, Iraq and Iran. It was a religious one. Women in Syria are extremely beautiful and the children totally yum. They are congenial and all they'd ask of you is glass bangles. You give them bangles and they'd kiss you on your forehead out of happiness. Currency is a bit of a barrier in Iraq and Iran, though Lira (Syria) and Rupee is equal. It felt like a different world altogether.
I was fine with everything when I realised my tour was coming to an end. Back home, life was just as I had left it. Work was the usual, people the usual: no change in dramas and tactics and Lucknow at it's very best preparing for the monsoon. At work, it felt like I had known it but not been here since long. Everything felt old and soggy from my clothes to the weather. I shopped like crazy. Then Anna took to the stage and entertained the entire media fraternity. Fasting, suddenly, was the "in" thing. Dharnas in the capital became a picnic. "I am Anna" was the new status message for Facebook-ites. There was so much Anna-ism that I neared "gag gag puke puke". I remember this slogan school kids were shouting on the streets in Lucknow, "Baaki sab chingam hain, Anna hamare Singham hain." Peals of laughter!! The man secured a place in the history books of my children. Poor <future> babies!!
Diwali sparkled on me with the Jaipur trip. The forts are really a must watch, especially the Amer Fort. The one wish that I waited long for was finally fulfilled: Camel Ride. From the way the camel stands up (after you've sat on it) to the way it moves, to the way it sits was all fun. The other place for which I'd go back to Jaipur was Chokhi Dhaani. I've always fancied villages, living in huts, eating on banana leaves or leafplates (pattal), the carefree walks, the tree swings, Kulfi, the earthy smell, sitting under the tree...well! almost everything. I have only seen all this in television. Chokhi Dhaani felt like a beautiful well-lit village.
The time kept passing and I kept drawing moments on the canvass of 2011. I don't think I've ever promised myself anything at the end of a year for the upcoming year. I somehow feel I shouldn't be forcing things on myself. I've always dreamt of a free-flowing life that asks no questions. I guess I have grown into a person who forgives and forgets easily. Forgetting helps, not getting into unnecessary details help. I've cried, laughed, broken rules, tried Hukkah, fought for myself, glued myself to the beliefs I thought would be harsh but helpful. I've grown tremendously close to my parents. For 2012, I only pray to God to give me bigger responsibilities and better oppurtunities. <He knows what I'm pointing at. WINK!>
I'm game for 2012, is 2012 game for me??
