Goodbye, You Eventful Year!

January: Here begins a year of anticipation and a sense of loss. Last school year ends in three months and oh, how it ends! With the exams that will decide my life.. or so I thought back then. Students preparing to leave the country frequent visiting passport/visa offices. My closest friends are among them. I'm still not over the bastard, or maybe I am, I don't know. We're still "best friends" in his eyes. But things have changed. I don't talk to him so much anymore, and he feels the loss. On 24th is our farewell. Everyone's excited. Everyone's in colourful sarees and guys all suited up. This year's farewell is nothing like last year's blast. Everyone sulks in its memory. Pictures are clicked. Friends are hugged. A swift visit to a bar, quite unknowingly on most of our parts, leads us into trouble. And there ends the month, in great anticipation and nervousness for the coming exams.

February: Valentine's will be uneventful again this year. Naturally. I'm just the best friend. But no time to ponder on that. Exams and preparation tests.

March: The much feared exams. Studies. Online time. Guys posing as girls, girls posing as guys. Exams. Exams.
And.... OVER! excitement, separation, looking through the school windows for the very last time.
April:We move to a new city.
May: Birthday spent in boredom, resentment and anticipation. Board exam results around the corner.
 Board results were a huge disappointment. I join Alliance Francais to resume learning french. In great fear for the future.
June: Interviews and exams. Narrowly I miss going to the best college, opt for the second in line. With my horrid results, I'm still well placed. It's a girls' college though, alas! But I'm accepted. And that's enough.
I read posters on upcoming theatre shows by AFdB.
July:Theatre workshop is under way and it changes my life in ways that I can never anticipate. College starts. Disappointment is redefined with it. Play rehearsals begin. My first play to be performed in public. We meet the revered senior actors. My school friends prepare to leave.
August: Play preparations in full blow. It seems that the theatre group has become a closed group of very attached individuals. But it is not so. In truth there are divides, and conflicts. Storming outs and gossips. Sides to choose and friends to make. Places to earn and places where none intrude. College life seems to have taken a back seat. It is in these weekends and other play practices that the drama unfolds. I sense a story waiting to be written. And well, as always, I'm bloody right. Two of our actors get, as one might call it, "romantically involved" with each other. From a more real perspective, only one was involved enough to rub nose in shit, and the other was just having fun. The play was fun. The director was upset, put the blame on the huggiebuddies. I had fun. Returned home late for the first time in this City of Joy.
September: I am officially off the theatre radar. Mom has asked me to concentrate on college (which I find truly uninteresting these days). A senior tries working out with the schedule so I can be included in the play. Random days of nothingness before I'm BACK! (thanks to this random senior.. and a dirth of girl actors at hand) This time I play a slut. And I'm truly clueless about my part. Moments of awkward submission and desperate attempts at copycat acting. Meanwhile, a certain senior buzzes close in the net. Texts and chats. And a late night call one day sets off a whole different drama in motion.
October: A whole new phase of inspiration! Into the Wild is thus introduced. A whole new way of looking at things. Adventure peeks out through the most ordinary of paths. In common interest, someone's interest is wavering. I notice through the cracks things that haven't been said. But blissfully ignoring, for the sheer impossiblity of it, I head neatly into disaster. I'm being vague because straight talk will take up a few chapters. So one fine day, at the peak of it all, someone texts me a confession and I'm asked to a date. I'll be honest, I freak my guts out. Not that I didn't know, I realize, just that i can't believe it. In all its moment's haste and freaking out, I turn the humble, misspelt, awkward request down. October ends in longing and confusion. And many, MANY late night calls.
November: Exams nearing, and so is the play. I've had enough whining of this good natured, confused guy who claims to be in "love". My sister has been living with me for a while now. Lots of catching up. And in a fleeting moment of hasty decision/indecision (yes, yet again!) I ask him out! He giggles, gasps. And goes, "well, of course, yes!". In the midst of it all, I barely noticed the play happening. I must have played my slut passably because I hadn't heard complaints, nor appreciations. I now possess his shirt. =D I'm apprehensive and excited. Can't wait to see how long this lasts or where it goes. The month passes in a haze. We move forward at lightning speed. Freak outs again, instigating some stupid burns. A moment of doubt and the rollercoaster journey resumes. My exams I barely scrape through. Mostly because in my head I'm generally squealing like a 15 year old and picturizing imaginary scenarios.

December: Well, what can I say? December's been a month of mixed feelings. Loads of escapades (well, not really "escapades" since we were in my house the whole time) Lots of exploring, not among nature. Well, some among  nature too. Results come out. Phenomenally, I do well. Relationships rapidly grow. Lots to learn, lots to know. College takes front seat. Theatre this time gone for good. College play reveals much intimidating politics but surprisingly brings along some fun. Birthdays, vodka, fun and fear! As much as I love the new attention I'm getting. I sometimes miss the simplicity in just sitting side by side and staring out at the blue sky. Hey, the year may be old, but I've still miles to go.. what I think is ultimate today maybe but a silly opinion tomorrow.

A surprise comes in the form of to of the other actors hooking up. Director will be baffled to note 3 romantic occurances in one year. Knowing him, he'll probably blame it on the occult.

On that happy note my year ends. Tomorrow I bask in this year's last sun and hopefully its last shot of vodka.

Goodbye 2010, you will be remembered.