And so it is that we come to another end. Symbolic, obviously, for a shift occurred a while ago and the earth changed, and I with her.
2012 was all about peaks and troughs. Of extremes, learning, and deep realization. A momentous year, of change, insight, and revelation. Like a train changes tracks mid-route, but not quite as seamlessly, I halted, regrouped, and reassessed. Was aided in startling ways by unexpected travelers. I discovered who my very own jedi were, and who wished me harm. Other people became surprisingly irrelevant as I turned inward and focused on my own growth. In the finals weeks of these months of tailspin, more curtains parted than ever before, a path confirmed its existence, and the knowledge I bear became surer, firmer, and better defined.
Gifts abounded. Some were snatched away, others atrophied, yet others morphed into opportunities to burnish the self.This has been less a year and more a journey. And, just as a road has mile markers, today is merely one such in the hike I started longer ago than memory permits.
I leave it to an all-time great to tell you how I feel:
And since we’re on the subject, and not because I wish to boast, oh no no, not at all, listen to this:
Three days ago, I stood in my aunt’s inhumanly immaculate kitchen in San Diego as she flung a casual hand out and asked, “Who was that English singer? The one who died?”
“Cliff Richard? Engelbert?” I asked, trying to rifle through memory for singers from her time.
“No, the Parsi one,” she persisted, “He was quiet, and lanky, with buck teeth.”
“Wait…you mean Freddie Mercury?”
“Yes, that’s what he called himself later, isn’t it? I knew him as Farrokh. We used to play together in Panchgani, and he went to boarding school there.”
“You hung out with Freddie Mercury?”
“We were just 11!”
“YOU HUNG OUT WITH FREDDIE MERCURY??????”
“Look, here’s a picture.”
And so it was, that with a clap of thunder and a strangled scream, this gentle lady with whom I share our fathers’ bloodline, watched me yell for the Boy, disintegrate on her marbled floor, and call out “You knew Freddie Mercury!!!!” until the men in white coats arrived to haul me away.
Happy 2013, my friends. Don’t stop me now. Much lies ahead.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
Happy 2013 darling. XXX
Your very own blood chilled with Freddy Mercury??? Is this the real life or is this just fantasy?
Here’s to a brilliant 2013. Nobody can stop us — we are the champions.
happy happy….OJ. Freddy was the best!
alice: And to you, m’dear!
Null Pointer: Who Wants to Live Forever, even with Somebody to Love; The Show Must Go On, and I Want to Break Free; come now, play the Bohemian Rhapsody.
sukanyabora: Wasn’t he just? Happy 2013!
The first part of this blog
She introspectively does flog
Then switches like mercury
To THE Freddie Mercury
And has us all *relatively* agog!
I love the words you use and the way you use them (a skill commonly known as writing) There’s so much punch in them, it can actually get me off my big butt to tackle the long list of chores lined up just for me :S !! Happy New Year girl.
@ AuntyG – Love your poetic comments 😀 They never fail to bring a smile. Bas lage raho! & Happy New Year !
>>MomWithaDot
Thanks a lot
With your egging
Shall continue pegging
As long as OJ provides the plot!
Aunty G: Even with its original name
And heaps of extra stardom & fame
I know this to be true
Without limericks and you
This blog just wouldn’t be the same!
MomWithaDot: Glad my words have that effect on you. I’m still waiting for them to punch me. 😆 Happy New Year!
Your compliment brought tears to my eyes
And this goes too, for All you other guys
I thank Serendipity
For bringing OJ to me
And filling with joy, so many of our lives!
Where is this picture? You wrote a whole post but neglected to provide the picture?!
Vahishta: Only for family consumption. We like our Freddie unogled, thank you very much. 😛