Back when I started work at a newspaper I was introduced to the biggest, most boring of all editorial yawns called the year-ender. Through the years that I was working for publications, I hated it a wee bit more every year. Just before the end of 2009, I saw a lot of once-upon-a-time kindred souls of the newsroom lament the return of the annual chore (a pain in the a$% if ever there was one)*. There has never been a more useless way to waste newsprint. But there are those who can give you a clearer picture of how bad it can get, so let me launch into my true reason(s) to write.
Of course the first is to wish you all a great new year filled with chuckles, hugs, kisses, belly laughs, good hair days, lip smacking fares, kick ass jobs, happy endings, happier beginnings, rollercoaster rides, a bit of melodrama and a hot cuppa on the porch with good friends or a cold beer on a warm balmy evening, fortitude, courage and lots and lots of love.
And the second, having established why year-enders are mind numbing exercises invented only to torment the tortured soul of a reporter, I will proceed to inflict on you with one (of sorts) of mine... the only one till date that I would actually have filed in fifteen minutes flat without resorting to refer a past copy.
So back in 2009, on the 4th of January, there came an event when a boy and a girl who met in 2006 at a bar for a spot of breakfast, spent a small country's GDP on phone calls and flight tickets, bored of the "will he, won't she, will I, won't he" conundrum, decided to leg it to the unknown terrain- matrimony. (while there are many who believe that Jan the 4th is not THE wedding date, but we have a solution for that contention as well... more of that later).
Here I am taking stock of the year gone by and find that it's been a jolly ride, with as many ups as downs, strides into the unknown and goodbye to many things and relationships old. And I am happy to report that the balance of things is in the positive, despite the pile of laundry overflowing from the hamper or the dishes waiting to see a cleaner day or the snoring that is cutting its way through the blare of the television as I write, the walkouts and phone slamming, the libellous blogging. It's a fair trade off for all the love, support, laughter, wisdom, confidence, respect and gratitude I have received in the year gone by. V, on his end wants to add good food, clean clothes and pampering to the list!
All in all it's been a good one year... We will be reviewing this list when we celebrate our second anniversary which is just another six months away... You see with V and me normal is what others enjoy, we like our drama no holds barred (and that's why I volunteer that drama be added to the list of exciting things we got as one of our wedding gifts). Normal people have one anniversary per year. We celebrate it every six months. We got married twice... go figure! ( and that too to each other! Now if that's not love what is?). It's a standing joke in V's office, that he's been married twice, much to the consternation of a new colleague of V's who once very hesitatingly asked him why the the first one failed!
Most friends suggested we keep the first day we met as our anniversary dates but then one genius (LS, take a bow) came up with this novel solution. Oh and that also adds to the plus side of my list - double the number of presents and double the celebrations (I don't think V takes an identical view on this... too bad! :D)
Ah yes, so I declare it was a good one year and look forward to the next semester! Thank ye to all those who remembered us today and those who didn't, you will have another chance six months hence!
*P.S: And which is why I thought "hey why not pen one of my own...". Coherent and complete thoughts are not my forte you see.. and that's why you see this addition at a much later stage. (Jan 07 2010)