Ever wondered why you feel nostalgic about the passing year just before you enter a new one each time? It’s how you feel you when you have to let go of something or someone whose worth you appreciate the most when they are least available to you. There are times in life when you don’t lose things but they are supposed to be lost. Each passing year carries the metaphor of a transient life where we are but an innocent victim of the inevitable.
Each passing year is like your sweetheart whom you lost just when you realized what she meant to you. You feel nostalgic, hopelessly accepting life and moving on. Then the New Year arrives with unspoken possibilities, beckons you with her youthful spring and you fall in love one more time. Love on rebound. If you could love your life as much as I love mine, you would know that I’m not writing these words to fill the void. I’m not on drugs tonight either.
I don’t know how to describe 2010. Is it any better or worse than 2009?
Work Warriors: How do you define work? Is it by how much you are able to make or what makes you go to work? I don’t know if I’ve made more money this year but for sure, I’ve learnt a lot as an entrepreneur. From dealing with cunning clients to making the right hire to learning to decentralize the team, it’s been an enriching year so far.
The victory: My team has triumphed against stubborn infrastructural challenges.
Love Legends: I’m not as superstitious, but looking back, I think I’d have been better off hiring an astrologer prior to jumping at every random dating opportunity that came my way. Some went in smoke, some turned sour; here I stand ruing every minute and hour. From CCD to Connaught Place, I felt like I was sent on a wild goose chase called significant other.
The lesson: Hell hath no fury like a woman’s due date forgotten 
Freaky Friends: Some people are God-sent friends, you just never get enough of them. Other people are just sent to teach you a lesson. I tried being friends with people that were never meant for friendship in the first place. I learned huge lessons and moved on.
Guess What: Karan survives my bullshit yet another year. Congrats!
Family Funda: They came, they stayed in my apartment, they got kinda bored. Yes, I’m talking about my folks who accompanied me by request every time I wanted to make them feel how it feels to be living alone here in this city.
On the flip-side, it turned out they wanted to upgrade my marital status by imposing on me a hapless girl having some lousy bachelor degree. Scary, isn’t it?
So far, so relieved!
