Skip to main content

My Year-ender

When I started my career with a news agency, we always had our end of the year specials called ‘year-enders’ or ‘the year that was’. They were summaries on important events of the year in a particular field, say, science, economics, sports, agriculture, etc. With little access to the internet (there was just one computer with net connection), it was a terrible job going through reams of old paper. But these were mostly assigned to the veterans covering the beat. Some of them were pretty good. Like the spelling contest in the US, they could rattle of important events and dates with ease and type away. Sometimes, juniors like me were given some obscure areas if we were lucky enough to take part in this coveted event in the newsroom.

I just thought of my own ‘year that was’ this morning and realised the year just passed so quickly. Here I am towards the end of 2012 and soon will be embracing my 40s with gusto and also entering my fourth year into marriage. There was a time when every 31st of December made me feel like a super loner, I was the token single girl in my group of friends while the rest of men on this earth were wooing women with bended knees and planning their happily ever after. While I enjoyed my parties, I did feel sorry for myself. Being single till late into your 30s was such a failure. But it has been worth the wait. Totally.

Rushing into marriage with the wrong man is a nightmare for me. I had my share of lovely relationships which taught me to grow up emotionally and be confident in those emotions. It is funny how I can still be friends with most of my ex(es), much to the surprise of many of my friends. ‘How can you still talk to him, him, and him?’ they often ask. I know of friends who have deleted Facebook accounts because their ex flames were all over. The fact is, I am never annoyed with life. Sometimes I surprise myself with this wisdom but it is an attitude that has been rewarding.

I broke up with my ex-es on amicable terms. Sometimes I dumped them, sometimes they did. They were situational. And thank God, the break ups happened because it makes me appreciate what I have now even more. I do not think of the people who came into my lives as assholes because they were not. Of course there were frustrations, heartbreaks and tears and moments I had wished I could hold longer but life is also about what you could not do, not just what you did and could do. Life is happiness and sadness combined, never a bed of roses.

And so when I look back at this year, there were so many happy moments but the ones that I do not wish to relive were the one month of hospital scenes in Delhi when my dear nephew was taken ill. It made me reflect on life so much and brought back memories of Lolo in hospital. Two people who mean the world to me and both in same serious condition. I had anxiety, stress and so much worries on my head. I was traumatised by the thought of losing them and became an emotional slut. The memories break my heart a little, even now. But I prayed, I stayed positive and reposed all my faith on the doctors. It’s when I decided I am going to throw away every negative energy from inside me, no negative thoughts of people, no anger, no rudeness. It takes positive energy to be kind and forgiving, to love and to care. That makes up my percentile of happiness. 


Anonymous said…
Good one - An Anonymous ex :-)
Indira said…
thankyouu for reading my posts, dear ex :)
Neeraj Bhushan said…
some good notes, to end the year with. nice read, indie. keep smiling.

Popular posts from this blog

A Mad Man Or A Boor

What does one do when one encounters a mad dog? Or what does one do when one encounters a man with pre-fixed notions about everything in life, most specifically of women who live alone and give him some importance? The two are equivalent to me and basic intelligence says avoid the paths they tread like plague. But I chose to tackle them head on. I almost got rabbies. The mad man said [sic] " You sound like a very desperate person. A single and frustrated woman who is looking for anyone to leave a comment on your blog so much so that you wouldn't even spare a spammer ." Spammer being, the first comment on the previous post is apparently a spam, an advert for T-shirts. Bummer! I thought it was a handsome Spaniard or Latino, so I had replied "Hi Rodrigo", hoping to take the conversation forward offline. Anyway! All this the mad man found out. I didnt. Sure, I dig comments because I love the spontaneity and intelligence of my friends. And I didn't invite the ma


Two million people at the National Mall in Washington alone. The world watched too as Barack Obama was sworn in as the 44th President of the United States. So did I. I rudely cut roomie's soap operas and switched to CNN to witness history being created. Some day I may live to tell the tale of how Barack, the much touted Afro-American President of the United States, stumbled with his swearing-in oath. I was a bit disappointed as I watched the man who had run the most successful of election campaigns, the man who Americans were pinning their hopes on, take his oath. Clearly, he was under too much of a pressure to be the best. So before Chief Justice John Roberts could complete the first sentence, there was Obama abruptly breaking out into his first names... " I Barack Hussein Obama.." and then waited for the judge to complete the sentence.. The next line was even taxing. He stopped short after two words... " That I will excute ..." and then Justice Roberts cont

Good Girls Don't Drink?

I have been disturbed by the news coming out of my region – the northeast of India - where a teenage girl coming out of a bar at 9:30 pm was molested and beaten by a group of 20 men. The news has even found its way down under for the shocking nature of it. Tabloids and even TV have carried the news. I have always prided myself in belonging to a region that is known for its high tolerance and where women are generally safe and independent. But I have always felt a bit squidgy about Guwahati unlike the rest of the seven sisters. The place is so like the rest of India in many ways, dirty and claustrophobic. That explains why bars are looked upon as sleazy places and women going there beaten up as with the recent case. Just 150 km away is Shillong, the place where I grew up. Night clubs thrive there and till date there has been no case of attacks against women. Reading the news, I am appalled by some of the reactions. “But the girl was drinking,” or “only prostitutes visit that