I’m not sure how I feel about 2013 yet. That I spent last night of the year in bed and writhing in pain did not help matters. The only worse New Year’s Eve I can imagine was the Millennium Eve. On December 31st, 1999, a benevolent neighbour chose he is going to celebrate by hitting me in my left eye with a cricket ball. As a result, I was told I might lose the eye. To welcome the millennium thus was scary. It took about a month and a half for the injury to heal, but thankfully my eye is still intact; there were absolutely no permanent effects from the injury.
Darn, I digress. Here are some pretty pictures to make you forget that gruesome detail.
I am a firm believer of the healing nature of time; I am all for moving on. It is, in fact, usually the easiest thing for me since I’ve always been an escapist and I took it to a whole new level in 2012. Running away from it then would have been a simple matter of not writing about it. But 2012 was my baby and I would like to chronicle it lest I forget.
There is no doubt that the Mayans ruled last year. The skeptic in me knew that the apocalypse bit was a whole lot of nonsense, but now that 2012 is gone and so is the promise of this world ending anytime soon, I am a little disappointed. 2012 promised fireworks and failed to deliver them, and even though it ended on a rather disappointing note, it was an interesting year for me personally. Milestones were achieved, risks taken, the self discovered.
And now I just want to dwell a little.
Faces Places Paces was launched and off to a great start.
Meanwhile, I headed off to the Jaipur Literature Festival with Mihir. Some great shots were captured. They eventually found their way on to FPP and Facebook and my world was a better place.
I finally got to meet Amritorupa who blogs over at Rivers I have Known and The Bea’s Knees, who I have now known for close to three years. Funny how you can be close to a person without ever having met them. This, ladies and gentlemen, is why I love blogs.
The birthday month was everything it should not have been. Some of my dearest friends forgot the birthday altogether, I spent the day in a lot of physical pain as my body decided to rebel on the special day.
I tried some macro with a regular kit lens and was pleasantly surprised with the results.
Off to a lousy start, February did not improve as a very dear friend found herself in a tight spot and I spent the rest of the month stressing over the situation. But it was the shortest month (one day too long though; darned leap year) and I’m glad we saw the end of it.
Oh, and this happened:
This was a surprise month. Comparatively quiet, it became a real blast towards the end as I was called to present my paper at a National Conference in Chandigarh. The trip was a welcome change and despite its hectic nature, I returned to Delhi rejuvenated.
I finally received my birthday gift. This is just one of the four Hogwarts House Pens that I received. You have the right to be jealous.
Also, my cousin got married and looked quite dapper. My kid brother looked better though. I have proof.
In other news, my juniors graduated, and looked rather remarkable at the ceremony. (April was the month of good looking guys)
Cherry on the cake: My poem was published in the poetry anthology Indus Valley
There was a lot going on in May. In the first half of the month I had my semester exams. Instead of studying linguistics I chose to indulge my creativity and designed these memes. Needless to say, they were a hit.
Later in the month I attended the first ever Delhi Blogathon and ended up featuring in press here and there, including Deccan Herald. Oh, and I got an Evernote t-shirt for sharing my forgetful experiences with the audience. After I got off the podium, I realised I had lost my lens cap. Still, best free t-shirt I’ve ever received! (Oh, and I found the lens cap in a pair of boots three weeks later. Honestly, it’s one big mystery.)
I can now say that June wins the award of best month in 2012, hands down. Here’s a list of reasons, why:
1) My best friend returned early from England and gave me a huge surprise. A nice little reunion ensued.
2) No more exams!
3) Indiblogger and Spice gifted me a Spice Mi-425. My first Android device… which, turns out, I cannot use because I have fat fingers. I passed it on to Kalrav on the condition that he will not ask me to buy him a birthday present. It all worked out quite nicely.
4) My longest-ever (and the first overnight journey alone, by train) solo trip materialised and perfectly so! Heck, it even included a chance encounter with a cute stranger in a coffee shop. I did take his picture, but since I never really took his permission to put it up on the blog, I’m afraid I can’t do that. 😦
Photographs from the trip can be found on the blog by searching for the Bangalore tag.
I fell in love with Shane Koyczan and spent the rest of the month in a daze. Actually, that is applicable for the rest of the year.
I attended my first wine-tasting. Fantastic setting, good wine, great bunch of people 🙂
Ninjas showed up.
Kalrav’s birthday was celebrated and I didn’t have to buy him a thing. (Refer to June above)
Oh, and kite-flying on Independence Day!
To be honest, September was utterly lackluster. When I wasn’t busy studying for my exams, I was busy helping my brother with his. Result? By the end of the month, I was officially in hibernation and practicing this:
My hibernation continued in October and with reason as we embarked on an ambitious project: renovating the house. I had thought of doing a before/after thing while the renovating was on, but completely forgot to take pictures. I have nothing to show you. 😦
The month of Diwali and fireworks, of loads of shopping and hibernating when not assisting the Festival Nazi-mom.
Even more exams and then some, followed by a half-hearted visit to Rajasthan for a cousin’s wedding, and an eye-opening Black Dog scotch-tasting event. Some last-minute party plans were totally washed over by a terrible cold I developed at the last minute. Consequent cancellations resulted in a NYE spent in bed. Sigh.
That’s all, folks. That was my twenty-twelve.
I know I only speak of the good, the happy, and all the exciting things in this post, but 2012 was equally frustrating, depressing, and disgusting as well. I spent a lot of time mulling over the past, then some more ignoring or running away from it. I finally gave up, locked myself in the room, donned pyjamas, watched chick-flicks and ate my feelings. I had but one resolution at the beginning of the year and I couldn’t see it through, but atleast I tried. I tried and therefore no one should criticize me. Hidden SNL and Dan Radcliffe references aside, twenty-twelve was a fun year made bigger and better because I had FPP. I returned to blogging after some setbacks and you guys made everything special. There is no doubt that the blog kept me going and no matter how much I thank you all for that, it won’t be enough. I just hope you stick around. 🙂
Here’s to you, to the new year, and to FPP:
Happy birthday, Faces Places Paces!