Say Hello, 2015!

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It's a new beginning already. Here I am, ready with a list of things I propose to do the coming year.

Every year, December to January is an eventful time for me. All that anticipation about the birthday madness, all the glitter on Christmas trees, all those sales and woohoo's in malls, Secret Santa's , all that shopping for gifts, and of course, a list of resolutions, which, by the mid of January is tucked away in a cozy corner, to be opened and fret upon by next December.

Looking back:

Last year this time, I was digging myself a hole waiting for the CAT results. Last year, this time, I was making back up plans in case I didn't make it into a decent place to get an MBA degree. Last year, this time, I was endlessly waiting in hope, I was stuck in an obscure rut. Last year this time, I was playing with a baby cousin who could barely lift her little finger to point at the things she found fascinating. 

Well that was just the beginning. Through 2014, I made some wonderful friends, heard some wonderful songs, grew a year older and not the least bit wiser. Well for sometime I've been stuck on the theory that says, Insanity is directly proportional to our increasing age. I'm growing up to be a bigger child than I ever was!

Looking Ahead:

Right now, right here, at this point, I'm sitting unabashedly, shaking in fear for the pace of time, which almost always manages to leave me baffled. In exactly two days, I'm turning 23. You may say, so what, it's just 23, not 30. You are right, but being the drama queen I am, and given my dislike for odd numbers, it's a scary thought. In exactly two years or lesser from now, I would stop attending all family functions, for the thought of the stereotype aunties walking up to me all ticklish showing me photos of some rich, well-settled and lack-lustre items available in the marriage market, making me want to dig myself a deeper hole than the one I am already in. And everywhere I look, I find a dozen more reasons to sulk. To the extent that one of my closest friend thinks, I've a disease - one where I am resolute to sulk about anything and everything! 

So I'm starting 31st of December, 2014, with some of my favorite people, doing some of my favorite things - SHOPPING and EATING. 

I've never been a great aficionado of change. But, in 2014, I saw some beautiful changes. My baby cousin grew up to lift the same finger and point at my photo, in fact she walks and talks fun now! I officially got rid of the bad luck with finding creepy people midst a non-creepy crowd, I decided to give the world a chance. 

This year I look forward to being a regular on my blog, giving myself a little more girl attention (i.e. mani's, pedi's, parlors etc) , exploring the world a tad bit more and  making my last year of college one that I'd remember for the rest of my life!

I feel obliged to say I'm thankful to some wonderful friends of mine for pulling me back up when I thought I'd be sinking, and being there beside to hold my hand through the craziest of times. I hope to keep this going. 

And hopefully this year ends up being a beautiful one too, etched on to each of our timelines. 

Happy 2015 guys! 

Hello 2014!

As years pass by, I only count my blessings twice, and feel good about how festive this time of the year is for me. The transition from 31.Dec.2013 to 01.Jan.2014 is indeed a big one. The word NEW changes it all for me. I am like the fish who'll squiggle out of your palm before you know it. And so does the comparison suggest that I am no nemesis to material change. From the smell of new books to tying hair in a different style to buying new clothes or for that matter just replacing some old stationary with fresh, smart looking ones on a pen stand, excites me. However, my point here being, for someone who is obsessed with new things, beginnings et. al , a New Year can bring a lot.

I am not the resolution-kinds. Mainly because outlines and boundaries scare me. I am a wild stallion, lost in the wilderness of it all. So I make resolutions on the go. I bend them to fit my massacre of thoughts. . I need to know that I can alter anything to fit my happy head and bring my 1000 Watt smile back on. Flexibility is dear to me, you may say.

All over the Social Networks, I see people cursing the poor old December with sleazy innuendos. Poor thing is already under the pressure of approaching holidays yet, some of us never forget to blame the entire year on this one month. NoJudgement. But yea, I am not going to sit and carp about how bad December has been, because I was with family. And with family, month and year logs do not matter. For people like me who live out of a box in dingy hostel rooms, with tasteless hostel meals, and are constantly on the lookout for anything resembling a family, it's indeed quite a deal. I got to hog on some orgasmic home food cooked in creamy coconut puree and by all means enjoyed every bit of it. I got to lay midst a bunch of family gossip-mongers and sleep my heart out, just like the old days. I re-discovered my family's roots and realized I belonged to the warrior caste. War mongers and fighters. Well, that explains why I absolutely love getting into brawls , with no place/time/person guarantee.
However, the best thing through the last year would have been the birth of a baby cousin after 8 long years of torturous waiting. She came home like the late birth of Vishnu's last avatar with Lord Krishna's birth sign. She was a tiny bundle of joy, who my grandmother and I scooped up from the airport. Ever since, she's been making our lives thrive. August was quite a month, as I waited with bated breath for her birth. And now that she's here, it hurts to think of leaving. In short, the bus ride back to Bengaluru is not going to be a good one.
Coming to the point, I witnessed the curtain fall right as 2k13 kicked the bucket. I watched 2K14 stutter in in a lacy white virgin gown as she sashayed down my mind's ramp.
I like the word NEW. And hence the New Year excites me. Not that I hope to rule the world this year, but I do hope to find a way to talk to myself again.
Happy 2014.

2013 wasn't very cherry-picked after all. It was like any other year, blending memories, both happy and hurtful, together. I will miss 2K13 for the peek-a-boo games it played with my head. I will remember 2K13 as the year I made a couple of great friends, and even lost some. I will miss the day when I met the girls and dared to look at the world downside up. I will look back at 2K13 and laugh at myself for thinking "Things couldn't get Worse!" because as far as I remember, the New Year's eve started out with saying, " Oh shit! It just did!" . I will learn from my mistakes and try to not trip on their vicious charm one more time.