A New Day Has Come

I like to think that my life is a book, and each year is a chapter in it. At the end of every year, I take stock of what happened and what I learnt from it; and look ahead and prepare for what will come. As my birthday and the end of the year, English-calendar-wise, fall within 15 days of each other, I have usually conducted this take-stock-and-look-ahead exercise at the beginning of the year. This year too, I look back at the year gone, closing one chapter of my life, and start a new, and fresh (BGO*!) one.

The past year was mostly routine; consisting of travelling, college, studies, exams, CGPA's and a bit of fun squeezed in here and there. In the last two or three odd months I realized that in my single-minded dedication to reach a goal set long ago, I had become the very stuffy, almost sadoo to a certain level person that I kept teasing other people to be. I realized that I should have some fun, and really, "take a chill-pill!" (In the very famous words of my Shahrukh…). So I did. For example, I got screwed in an exam, the outcome of which is still unknown, and apart from a bit of bathroom tears I was cool (which is a really big deal for the old hyper-paranoid me! Trust me. The old hyper-paranoid me would have wailed like a banshee and taken the roof over her head, literally, ending up making everyone's life as miserable as she thought her life to be.) This year was also one of lost friendships found again, and final goodbyes to old dead friendships. And of course, how can I forget. It was the year in which I started losing weight! Not much, but definitely a satisfactory and pleasing start. This was also the year of suffering, trauma and pain for every Bombayite. The fright, the terror, the fear lingers in every heart, but we move on. Our spirit is injured this time around, but we are healing. Slowly and steadily, like the Turtle.

Enough about the bygone. Now, about the one ahead.

Even though I don't like to plan life, I do like to look at the broad expected aspects. The problem with planning life, I think, is that it seldom goes the way you planned it, and that can be a bit of a rude shock, as I've already discovered. But nevertheless, some things you don't plan for, you know they will happen. Like a job. The coming year will be the start of my so called career. Apprehension clouds this matter obviously, as there is no job in sight; forget about it being the right one. But I have kind of settled with God and Destiny on this one. They have got me this far, and they will get me ahead. The apprehension's still there, though. It is also the year in which I plan (oops?) to make some headway on the "I'm-single" part. Marriage? Engagement? Haven't planned that much in detail. But I'd like for something to happen. More weight loss, definitely needs to happen, and I hope that this coming year will be the one in which I finally can reach my target weight and stop losing weight and start maintaining it. (As you can see, all my talk about not planning life etc was bullshit.)

All said and done, it's a new day, of the new year. One year gone by, and another one knocking at the door. So let's say bye and hi in the same breath, and let's keep the peace and hope alive.

Happy New Year.

Until next time…

*BGO = Blinding Glimpse of the Obvious.