I'm beginning to conclude another year guyz… (So is everybody else, I know, but this post is strictly about how I AM going to do it)…
Some of us love Dramatics…the contour of times in a précis…We love the reflections…try to search our own selves in within the narrativez…
I’m a devoted lover of dramatics too…but sometimes, while the protagonist reaches the pinnacle, and the audience’s eyes are glued to the stage, my nomadic mind wanders to the backstage activity…THE taskforcez who are never concerned about whats going on stage…always putting things in order for the subsequent scenes…always FORECASTING, PLANNING, MAPPING ON…
2011 has been a superamazing year…and this is what I’s doing backstage, every month of 2011, while the next month was brimming with yet another set of hyperactivity…
To begin with, while opposition was hoisting the tricolor jubilantly in its one of many Tiranga Yatras and government was making things more complicated by playing the game of cabinet reshuffle and fighting inflation (their own way), I was trying to
uncomplicate things and in the process ended up confusing myself even more each day…Finally Mr Jairam Ramesh gave me the much needed gyaan of let-it-be when the news of him wanting to demolish Adarsh Towers flashed on my TV screen… Ultimately I couldn’t help but decide that all my doubts were only
a question of perspective and thus witnessed IPL auction drama silently…
Then February came and when people of my age were reciting “Love is in the air!!!” All I could hear all around was abuses!!! Gaddafi was calling the foreign media, Dogs, while crushing the pro democratic protests…THE CENSUS counted incompetency of our law makers by counting Ajmal Qasab as one of us… And while my country drowned itself into various scams, Yedurappa declared his assets and spectrum Raja made a scapegoat and finally sent to Jail, all I could say was
Absolute Nonsense…
I had no more to say or write while I got too engrossed in speculations made during THE world cup…I forgot everything while we rejoiced as a nation for each successful step toward THE cup of honor…Stopped just to celebrate Women’s Day in new light of being all grown up…
The color of my blood miraculously changed when we finally managed a
Lanka Dahan in a match I’ll remember forever and ever and ever…I ignored the news of fake world cup and BCCI saving more than its fair share from IPL parties… Just enjoying the
reflections of victory…
Hyperactivity on the world map reached all time new height with THE assassination of Osama and his burial in the great expanse of sea… The cries of Lokpal were just becoming audible and Tata’s were getting new woes by Mamta Di…Like many others, my reaction to the new beginnings was just laughing- off with a suggestion in accordance with Indian situations…
Swalpa Adjust Madi guys…Chillax!!!…
Hot waves of June came and I got caught off guard by a new wave of complete transformation as I was literally transported from Bangalore to Pune, in a time which seemed like…milliseconds…Anna Hazare continued as against UPA and I continued being happy about all the change…all
going on’s…Gaining confidence by the statements made by all wrong-people-at-wrong-places (PM stating he’s no lame duck) and the news of India beating China in growth soon, I finally stepped firmly on
the trail of novel beginnings…
My confidence proved to be awfully short lived as I was struck in awe by the immense money kept to rot in a place of worship and then by the explosion of terror at the city I was planning to visit each passing day of my stay in Pune…Mumbai got robbed off all prospects of peaceful life and my nation, off its self respect…Proving, yet again our existence as
insects and the jobs
Undone…
As we continued diving deeper in US debt, and while our prince charming started dreaming of THE throne of Indian Politics daily, We, the people joined hands yet again against corruption as our Anna repeated history by paying a visit to THE Jail and rekindled the sense of democracy…and we
celebrated, however delusive that carnival may have been…
September proved to be a lone battle for me as it was for Chidambaram and UPA as a whole…for me, it was witnessing black marketing and corruption on personal front…But I proudly won while
Acting on my own impulse and then forgot all the pain with
the song of the wind…Chidambaram and UPA are still there, trying to fight by all means…Guess who was using fairer means??? :-D
Got
summoned up for my recklessness while driving on my two-wheeler in October and then finally concluded that recklessness can definitely be fun at times…Following my example, BJP recalled all reckless people and decided to do a make over for Modi’s image…but when reckless Reddy landed up in jail I got too scared of continuing my reckless behavior as the visibility of my very own future reduced to
less than 50 mtrs…
I felt the long forgotten buzz all over again when I visited Mumbai and Band stand and developed a whole
new affair with the waves…I decided to decide my reckless take on life all over again as the world called me an extreme case of
psychosis…while UPA was blamed of its inability of decision making, I’s enjoying my own settings…When Anna was blogging out, and Pawar was slapped, I was just laughing out my loudest giggles…Cheers!!!
And now, when Anna is getting ready for a fresh new Jail Bharo movement starting from Mumbai and we’re getting ready for reelecting fresh new bloodsuckers to suck the national soul…I’m trying to learn new lessons of Let-it-be…
So like this…Life Goes On….So Do I…and since cherishing good times and forgetting bad ones is always what we are taught, in books, in philosophies and even in FB one liners, I’d say…Goodbye 2011… Loved you…You’ll always remain etched in my memories forever for all the real BIG transformations you’ve done in my life…
So, this is how I (We? Oh Yes, all of us in fact) am beginning to begin a New Year…
