31 Dec

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!”


“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.

12 Responses to “Dragonworks”

  1. alice January 1, 2013 at 7:29 am #

    Happy 2013 darling. XXX

  2. Null Pointer January 1, 2013 at 9:36 am #

    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.

  3. sukanyabora January 1, 2013 at 4:45 pm #

    happy happy….OJ. Freddy was the best!

  4. Orange Jammies January 2, 2013 at 2:42 pm #

    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!

  5. Aunty G. January 3, 2013 at 3:25 am #

    The first part of this blog
    She introspectively does flog
    Then switches like mercury
    To THE Freddie Mercury
    And has us all *relatively* agog!

  6. MomWithaDot January 7, 2013 at 8:15 am #

    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 !

  7. Aunty G. January 8, 2013 at 3:21 am #

    Thanks a lot
    With your egging
    Shall continue pegging
    As long as OJ provides the plot!

  8. Orange Jammies January 8, 2013 at 11:55 am #

    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!

  9. Aunty G. January 8, 2013 at 11:53 pm #

    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!

  10. Vahishta Mistry September 5, 2013 at 12:13 am #

    Where is this picture? You wrote a whole post but neglected to provide the picture?!

  11. Orange Jammies September 16, 2013 at 3:26 pm #

    Vahishta: Only for family consumption. We like our Freddie unogled, thank you very much. 😛


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