A Year that will be
2014 was a year for discovery, for
venturing into the unknown and to explore. It was also a year to leave the
comfort zone behind.
Beginning of the year marked my journey as
an amateur writer for my office newsletter and running a daily mailer series
for my team consisting about 50 members. I did it because it was fun and spiced
up the mundane work. Enrolling into a journalism course was just a passing
thought then and may be just a dream. I was drifting along. Then came March and
with it the heat of summer and deadline for registration of ACJ. I registered.
Then I went with my work accompanied by anxiety of possibility studying after a
huge gap and being a software engineer for 4 years was drastic even for a
person as impulsive as I was. I did it because I wanted a change and because
may be because it was just right. I read The Hindu and Thugluk religiously.
I started blogging and was surprised with the cult response to my blogs. I’m no
usual rambler neither am I a philosopher but something between the two.
May dawned. I gave my entrance exam on May
11 and my ego took a severe blow for the question paper was difficult and felt
I was out of my depth. I must have written well or may I just was better than
the worst in the lot, I was selected for the interview process. The interview
was scheduled for June 4. I hardly thought about anything else in the time
in-between. There was nothing I could read which I had not read before nothing
I could do which I had never done before. I decided to go with the flow instead
of preparing. That was for the best. The minute I came out of the interview
hall I knew I aced it. I felt I had given my best shot.
Never had five days seemed so long. I did
all the usual work – going to office, cooking, reading and blogging – but I
just couldn’t ease the anxiety. Though futile I kept checking the college
website everyday hoping they would publish the results sooner than the said
date, June 7. And they did. Sunday the June 6 the results were published and I
got through. I knew then that I wanted to be accepted more than I let myself
believe. That was a defining moment, may be a little stupid as some would call
it later, because I was leaving the well paying job when I was in line for
promotion and may be onsite to become a journalist. I was giving up the
sophistication of AC room to run around the city sweating like a dog. I somehow
quite liked the sound of it.
So I became a journalism student sniffing
for news and poring over the papers looking for errors.
It’s December. I love this month of any
year. It is cold, lazy and beautiful. For me every day that ends is a step towards
that fresh beginning that is always around the corner. The future seems so
bright and full. There is lesser room for doubts or uncertainties because that
is always saved for the present. Endless possibilities and chances loom in
front of us. Therein lays the magic of December.
It fills with you with hope, chance and
miracle of a new beginning until next year!
Happy New Year!
