The year that was!!!

On a personal note, I want the year to repeat itself.


I am still the old fake that I always was, not being true to myself, thoroughly selfish; highly egoistic that keeps me constantly surprised. I sighted a grey hair on my head last year but the paranoid me couldn’t think of anything, from this year on I believe in folktales that a lone grey hair can bring in loads of luck. I just hope that another one wouldn’t show up, that would call for a heart break.

The journey from “I” to “We” is inching towards completing 3 years with it wonderful shares of ups and downs.

I lost my maternal grandmother in April; thankfully the whole family was there by her side. I miss the white hair, the toothless face, the smell of old age, the white sari and the ever graceful smile. After 70 years of togetherness, I assumed my grandpa to be crestfallen but I see him stronger day by day. He knows death is almost knocking at the doors but he is not opening the door yet. A nonagenarian I wonder what a life he had, he has seen a whole century pass by him.

Made few new friends, gave surprise birthday parties, kept everyone happy at least that I what I like to believe. I realized that having friends are also a responsibility, I thought of remaining detached and I hopelessly failed. After years of studies, I can say that I have begun to understand the term “Man is a social animal”

Travelled a bit – wandered the beaches of Goa and Guhagar, gorged on the Nawabi biryani of Hyderabad, walked on the paddy fields of my motherland Kerala, conquered few forts of Maharashtra. A late realization dawned on me, that the destinations are not important; it is the journeys that count.

The movies were exciting this year, my favorites in Hindi being Dev D and 3 idiots. Dev D was like watching something unbelievable. Women’s Lib began in the west in 70’s but in India it made its presence in 2009 with this movie. It is a contemporary classic, sexually liberating and a visually different film. 3 Idiots, I loved this movie because it made the critic and cynic in me shut up and let the idealism of the script take over. Raju Hirani gives hope to the idealist in me, which has shut the doors and locked itself in one corner of the heart.

The one thing which bothered me this year was money; I thought, drank and slept money. I kept making mental calculations all the while; I started measuring people in money, I invested in shares made some and lost some. And what is irritating is that I don’t like this pragmatism in me. This is not me. I hope the grey hair also signifies that maturity is around the corner.

I don’t know what to expect in the next year, but hoping that is as priceless as 2009.Bon Voyage!!!