Unlike the previous installations of this series, I have held off posting this one till the very last hours of this year, hoping feverishly to incorporate any significant turnarounds that might come up. But the fact is, it was always very unlikely that the last day of the year brings in the sunshine, so conspicuous by its complete absence for the quarter gone by.
Looking back, it is very strange that a quarter should determine the tone and tenor and memoirs of an entire year. It could well be the recency effect, but I could comment for sure, only three quarters down the line. I am in more than two minds how I should go about summing up the 52 weeks gone by. There is this strong urge to filter parts of the year but that would not do justice to recapitulating the year.
Afterall, this has been the most productive of the four calendar years this blog has seen. And that in itself should indirectly convey the quantum of 'action' I was a party to through the year. My only regret is that I failed to touch the figure of 50 posts for the year. And I do not have the heart or the guts to go through another year like this any soon. Given the time at my disposal today, an analysis of the blog data for the year tells me that I developed a remarkable affinity for the keyboard from the month of July onwards, generating 72% of the year's total output.
And there is only one 'idiot proof' inference. The year took shape and then lost the same in an action packed last 6 months. And I ended up losing a lot of myself in the process. I cannot put any numbers to most losses other than the 7kgs of flesh I had accumulated a year ago in Kolkata.
Otherwise, the remarkable thing about the year was the sheer amount of travel I had- official, personal and official-personal. I clocked more miles than ever on the roads, tracks and the skies than the last few years combined. I saw places I would have never set foot in otherwise. I learnt (in random order)- table manners, wining etiquette, financial planning, partying late, running my and others' errands, and a few more unmentionables. Most importantly, I am not unlearning any of it anytime soon.
It was exactly six months prior to yesterday that the showreel of my year began officially in front of an ice cream parlour. I had the faintest of ideas of the roller-coaster shape it would take from there on. I had certainly expected my yearly memoirs coming up a day or two early, for I then visualized myself party to a weekend of wild celebrations. But if I enjoyed every bit of the three months and seven days of the good, I have tried my best taking the not-so-good period from thereon in my stride.
That is what I have learnt most importantly from 2011. This second lot of six months has taken me through what takes years for most. And that is the only reason I am any bit grateful to it. 2012 cannot be any worse. Things can only get better. 'Hope is eternal', they said long ago. And I am not giving up yet.
Bring on 2012. Nostradamus cannot do me any more harm.
Afterall, this has been the most productive of the four calendar years this blog has seen. And that in itself should indirectly convey the quantum of 'action' I was a party to through the year. My only regret is that I failed to touch the figure of 50 posts for the year. And I do not have the heart or the guts to go through another year like this any soon. Given the time at my disposal today, an analysis of the blog data for the year tells me that I developed a remarkable affinity for the keyboard from the month of July onwards, generating 72% of the year's total output.
And there is only one 'idiot proof' inference. The year took shape and then lost the same in an action packed last 6 months. And I ended up losing a lot of myself in the process. I cannot put any numbers to most losses other than the 7kgs of flesh I had accumulated a year ago in Kolkata.
Otherwise, the remarkable thing about the year was the sheer amount of travel I had- official, personal and official-personal. I clocked more miles than ever on the roads, tracks and the skies than the last few years combined. I saw places I would have never set foot in otherwise. I learnt (in random order)- table manners, wining etiquette, financial planning, partying late, running my and others' errands, and a few more unmentionables. Most importantly, I am not unlearning any of it anytime soon.
It was exactly six months prior to yesterday that the showreel of my year began officially in front of an ice cream parlour. I had the faintest of ideas of the roller-coaster shape it would take from there on. I had certainly expected my yearly memoirs coming up a day or two early, for I then visualized myself party to a weekend of wild celebrations. But if I enjoyed every bit of the three months and seven days of the good, I have tried my best taking the not-so-good period from thereon in my stride.
That is what I have learnt most importantly from 2011. This second lot of six months has taken me through what takes years for most. And that is the only reason I am any bit grateful to it. 2012 cannot be any worse. Things can only get better. 'Hope is eternal', they said long ago. And I am not giving up yet.
Bring on 2012. Nostradamus cannot do me any more harm.
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