I'm wearing a rather striking shirt, one that makes me feel like a clown fooling around in a graveyard. Roving eyes latch on to me and make me too conscious of myself. Checkered in red, grey, black and maroon, I've excused myself into donning it and looking silly for two reasons. It's Friday and…more importantly, the last working day of the year. Tailored half-a-year back, I never had the courage to wear it, not until today.
It's that time of the year when it's time to reflect on the events that transpired. Last year ended on the worst possible note. Dad had expired and I was numb with shock. The repercussions rippled halfway thought this year. Things were so abysmal initially that I had lost the will to live. Acrid in everything I did, I was immensely angered by time phlegmatically flowing through its cadence. It was as if Dad meant nothing to anybody. What right did people have to live the way they always had when Dad was no more? Why was much of the world still ignorent of my grief? The light of my life, the essence of my soul was gone and there hardly seemed any reason for me to go back to my previous self.
Yet the wheels of change wouldn't stop. I finally had to abdicate Kolkata for Bangalore and start life anew. My daily routine bore no resemblance to what it was previously. I had a new city, new life, new career, new colleagues and new friends. Reminiscing had almost become a luxury, though I sometimes managed to steal some time and think of what a wonder camaraderie Dad and I shared. But so many things that should have been shared remained unshared. So many things that should have been said remained unsaid. So many things that should have been done remained undone. So many dreams that should have been fulfilled remained unfulfilled. So many promises that should have been kept remained unkept. My eyes moistened and I secretly cried. Though the recovery will never be complete, life must go on.
It's a wonder that I've survived an entire calendar year without Dad. It's a wonder still that the future beckons me with unfurled arms. To it I must surrender.
I wish everyone a VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR.
Happy the man,and happy he alone, He,who can call today his own; He who,secure within,can say, Tomorrow do thy worst,for I have lived today.
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I'll be a regular visitor to your excellent blog.
Sweta Raj
Addendum: The 'RAJ' appendage is used to reduce ambiguity. I hope you don't mind my doing so!
Wish You A Happy & Heppy 2006!
I love you dearest Dhyani. Today I am a little free from work. I am just making up for all the fun that I missed all these days that I was working. There is so much to catch up with, so many people to pester today. From tomorrow, I go back in the grinder.
By the way, Dhyani, it was nice to see you departing from the words that you usually use. But, don't make it a habit. Bye
Now, whatever be your answer, I know I am going to be laughed at for asking this question. But if you are, then this is serious. I strongly believe that the governments of the countries of this planet should do everything in their power, including the deployment of powerful nuclear weapons, to prevent Deep from infecting mankind with the blogging virus.
Wish you a Fabulous New Year!
But your identity crisis may cause problems! Don't make it a habit. Type your name in the space provided!
Anyway, am retiring for the night. Take good care of yourself. Will be waiting for more of your ever zestful blogs in the new year :)
Au revoir!
FANTASTIC
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Nice to see you pissed off!!!
What could a worm like you possibly do to me. Keep your mouth shut if you don't want me to squish under my boot.
Oh sorry, not people, WORMS from far and wide.
Believe it or not, he strongly resembles you personality wise!!! You folks could be the best of friends. But don't bother, life is merrier not acknowledging his existence!
As long he is your friend.. Else He will be shocked to see what a worm can do - starting with his computer.
As far as squishing on my Boots dear. Careful!! they hit it right where it hurts the most.
Sameer - sorry about that. Guess you were asking for it. But - apologies from my end.
Which blog are you talking about? The one on fiction? It's too early for that!! If you're referring to my non-existent girlfriends, well, that would be fiction by default! Funny thing, even strangers on Sulekha are asking me to write about my love life. If only ladies found me that adorable!!
Sigh!
Now, the traffic on your blog has increased. There are strangers here who just can't mind their own business. Then there are other bloggers who really respect you for your writing and are hoping to see some good comments and I guess they are left disappointed reading the kind of comments you get.
Also with such sites like Sulekha and Answers.com scrutinizing your blog, I am not sure whether it would be right for me to continue posting comments.
And Deep, if you have such a psychopath like Bads here as your friend, I wonder why you chose not to make friends with Manuj. I believe he was much better off than your deranged friend here.
Regarding the quality of comments, well, I have absolutely no reservations against people speaking their minds. I'm completely open to everyone exchanging ideas here. Also, I would not like your staying away from commenting simply because of Answers.com or Sulekha.com coming into the picture. That would be really silly.
I can easily vouch for Bads beings one of the most precious friends I've ever earned. The problem here is that the two of you are exactly alike!! The written word, stripped of its tone, runs the risk of being grossly misinterpreted. Anyway, what's life without a little friction? It only makes things more interesting! But what's critically important is to acknowledge one's mistakes. Bads has done his job on this front.
Give him my details he so
desparately seeks and I will make sure his dearest mommy will not be able to differentiate his head from his butt when she is called in to identify his cadaver.
And don't delete this comment, atleast not until he has read it. If this is the kind of treatment I am going to get, I choose never ever to visit your blog after today.
You know Deep, I have always maintained a distance from your friends and fans not known to me. I have never once counter commented or irked them in any way or even when I have done so, I have done it to the least degree and sincerely apologised at the smallest hint of annoyance. I could have driven them away by making such statements as your dear friend made.
He just pops out from the blue and thinks he could make a statement and escape with it does he? He is lucky today is a holiday and that none of the other guys are here. Or else he would have regretted making that statement for the rest of his life. As for me, I am done with this blog.
PS: - Sorry Jahnvee if anything I said offended you.
My name is Badri. Sorry for having been a spoilsport. Sincere apologies this time buddy.
Deepz any blogs on the Pre-historical Radio which your Dad used to use? I miss Jim Reeves and Kenny Rogers.
I'll write about my beloved radio soon. I've already snapped a photo which will go along with the post.
Jim Reeves & Kenny Rogers, yes, I miss them too. But I do manage to pluck their songs from Yahoo! radio sometimes.
I hope you had a memorable transition into the new year.
And Deep, all this seems like big joke to you doesn't it. 'Sugar Boy' is it? I guess you have started taking me for granted. You have always seen my better side. You haven't seen how bitter I can get when I am piqued which is what you are going to see for the remainder of your life.
And Sittu, I know what exactly you mean when you say 'Grow Up' and that is what I am going to do.
And Sam, c'mon, quit calling Badri names .... he's already apologised twice.
BTW, how did u spend the maiden day of the new year? Did you have maidens for company?
May this year brings lots of fun through this blog and expecting such a big thoughts from deep
even tho we sometimes disagree, i'm glad to be able to read your thoughts, to be transported into your world through your carefully wrought stories.
every blessing in the new year!
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