El Condor Pasa

Today is the 1st of December, the beginning of the last month of the year. The month that proclaims the beginning of the end, the dawn of another year. The prelude to the beginning of new dreams, new responsibilities, new memories, faiths, friends, moments. A coup de grace that puts an end to some nightmares. An epilogue that inaugurates a new season, the season of love, of friendship, joy and enduring happiness of myriad colors.

What a year it was, 2011. Eventful, to say the least. Ofcourse not without some occasional bitterness but those were just the reminder of the customary light at the end of the tunnel. This is the year I found my love, my life, an event that in itself was a milestone in the walk of my life. This year I found the long lost treasure trove of friendship, thanks to Jinia that I got introduced to some nice people who came in my life and became a part of it, a part that I had always missed in this jigsaw called life. Some of them deserves special mention, but I would not like to discriminate friendship in toto. All I would like to say is that I love you all, dearly. Be with me, always, so that I can rediscover the admiring human bond of friendship everyday for the rest of my life.

Professionally this year was lucrative. I happen to imbibe a lot at PwC as far process knowledge was concerned. I realized once again that learning can be one of the most interesting vocation. I climbed a few more rung on the corporate ladder. I achieved a few more feathers on my cap when it came to my amateurish blogging career. The Chronicles of R got listed on the Best Indian Blogs directory maintained by Amit Agarwal and on the Life section of Alltop. So in a way I became a lot more Blog-wise.

This year I happen to discover Calcutta (not Kolkata, it would always remain Calcutta for me) thanks to Jinia once again. From the blind alleys of Shovabazar to the porche interiors of Trincas and Mocambos, I found a new face of Calcutta and I got to see my face in it. Without Jinia I never would have been a part of those purple evenings at Vineet's, at Polu's and ofcourse at Sho's (you know who I am talking about, don't you). Time flew in leaps and bounds and for the first time in my life I wished that there were 30 hours in a day instead of just a mere 24, things would have been way more happening then, wouldn't it Jinia?

Now comes the two most important people (read: women) in my life without mentioning whom my life would remain incomplete. Ria and Jinia. They constitute my life. Without them nothing would have been possible. Jinia have been a constant source of inspiration for me, she understood me more than I did. It was her love that made me move on during those difficult moments, it was her constant unyielding support that helped me dream those impossibilities. It was Jinia who I would say taught me to laugh, not with my voice but with my heart. She is and, knowing her would always, be a constant source of joy and love in my life. Now comes Ria, the real beauty if you might remember. Everytime I took her on my lap, her face lit up with joy and she broke into a laughter or a simple smile and my heart ached , knowing how much I missed her all these years. I love you two, more than you would ever know, more than I would ever realize.

Its time to move on and embrace the new. A new year, a new spirit, a new hope, without letting go of what there was. Because what we are is because of what we were, we learnt from what we had that what we can have. I know its a little to early to wish you a happy new year, but then its never too late to wish you a very happy new beginning!