2011 was a colorful blur. It
seriously was. It was a year of parties, cultural trips and eventful
career-related drama that didn’t give me the permission to be still. Looking
back at the year that was, I can say that it was more than eventful, it
was a year of being bullied into
constantly keeping up with what’s happening with my life as well as that of my
friends’. It felt like we were a bunch of tributes in our own personal version
of Hunger games. It was a celebration of meeting new friends and reconnecting with
the old and really reliable ones as we journey and constantly seek that one
thing (or one million things, whichever is applicable) that we are passionate
about. We weren’t aimless but we were confused. There were a number of moments where we
collectively asked the wonderful one-word question that is, “Why?” and hesitantly moved on.
Yes. In 2011, we learned to move on.
The running joke that teases 2011
to be a 2012 wannabe may be apt to describe what kept me busy during the year.
It really felt like I was out there, trying to do everything I can to try new
things, acquire new experiences and indulge in them. That was the perfect word,
INDULGE. It was a year of crazy indulgence. If 2011 was to be remembered for something,
it was the year that I created an insanely big number of photo albums in
Facebook and got me addicted to the lomography effect in Photoshop. It was like
I was trying to hold on to every single memory created because it was a year
that was worth looking back on.
What characterizes this eventful
year will not be the series of major events that transpired because quite
frankly, there weren’t a lot of those, but the series of surprisingly
unforgettable minor events made special by the company that I had. For this, I
am forever thankful.
We had a good run, 2011. You’ve been
a bitch, but you’re OUR bitch.
