I know this is a little bit early, maybe about ten days premature, but as I've been screaming from the rooftops for a while now, I'm finally leaving for The Other Country on Saturday. Surprised? Well, you haven't been paying attention. I'm displeased. Which other country, you ask? My god, you have been snoozing, haven't you? Read the older posts, that's a fitting punishment. Anyway, since Saturday is D-day, the next two days look like they're going to be choc-a-bloc with last minute scrambling. So, people, this is my last post for this year. I know, I know, year-end reviews are so boring, and nobody really wants to know what my year has been like, but I don't care, I want to tell. Ok, I'll keep it short.
In many ways, both professionally and personally, this has probably been the worst year of my life so far. Most things which could have gone wrong, have gone wrong. I have been Murphy's faithful guinea pig. So, in a sense, I'm glad its going to end soon. I'm sure things will look up in the new year. I don't know why I'm sure. I don't want to examine the reasons for my optimism. Anyway, aren't you only truly optimistic when you have no reason to be?
So, next year, I'm going to be a more committed student. Do not laugh. I shall, in any case, have more chances of attending classes than I did this semester. Also, I will try to be more conscientious about keeping in touch with my near and dear ones, the volume of complaints this year has been truly overwhelming. I will also join dancing classes, and driving classes, and swimming classes. God, next year has already begun to drag. I will go to Goa, no matter what. And I may just take that detour to Bombay on the way. I don't know why I like calling it Bombay. Maybe I'm Portuguese in spirit, and I don't know it yet. Most important, I will get a job, even if that job is as the first watchwoman for one of the posh housing complexes here in Delhi.
Okay no more about next year. One of the best things that happened to me this year was, of course, blogdom. So, thank you Sexy Beast (my laptop) and Kitkat (my mentor). I will, of course, write a little bit more next year. You haven't seen the last of me yet!
Time for a few year end messages, now that the stocktaking is over.
Kitkat: - Rejuvenate, Refresh, Revive. You'll need to be in peak form to take care of me. Oh, and let others take care of you sometimes, okay? I love you, but you know that.
Sim: - You're actually quite cute when you get mad, but don't get too cute towards me, ok? You see, I don't know of any two other best friends in the world who were born on the same day, and I'd like to keep it that way. Hugs and love, lots of both.
Pari: - Please, for heaven's sake, leave some men on this planet for the rest of us. Actually, its ok if you don't. I promise to love you anyway.
Reeju: - Lighten up, please. Life isn't all that bad. And we're going to Harappa! What more could you possibly want?
Simran: - Even though you won't read this, I want you to know that you're always in my heart.
Akhila: - Even though what brought us together wasn't very pleasant, I'm glad we're better friends because of it. We're fun together, no?
Lal: - You crazy girl, get here fast. We never get any time together. And you're special, almost as weird as I am. Get here NOW!!! Love you and miss you lots...
Sisters: - You are both crazy, how can you not be? We're from the same gene pool. Anyway, I wanted to say, I know its difficult, seems impossible at times. But we're good, y'know? We'll make it.
Suk and Raghu (aka the Mumbai madness): - I'll make it there, someday. Till then, stop taking my trip and giving me headaches. Also, seriously, thanks for all the laughs.
To all bloggers, readers, sundry people who've touched my life, thank you. What would I do without you? Probably drive my roommate crazy. Really, you've made this fun, you've shared, you've enlightened, you've enjoyed (sometimes atleast, I hope). Stay with me, okay?
Oh, and Blues, I don't know if you've looked it up yet, but in case you haven't, in the spirit of the holiday season, here goes. Propinquity means nearness, in time, space, relationships, or just in the way we think. My favourite kind is when it has all of these.
Till next year, this is me signing off. Me, heh? ok, aka Sangy, aka whatever else you folks call me. Have a good time.