This is 2012 for Me!

      After few of the most memorable events of my life in 2011, the 2012 started on a sedate note amidst a lot of ‘quivering’ thoughts ‘wavering’ in my mind on the preparation front, my career, etc… (Background: I was not in a good shape, or more precisely, in a disturbed frame of mind then). So, to switch-off  from this mood, I went to my cousin sister’s home at Nizampet  for celebrating Sankranti and to spend time with my favorite ‘kids’ - 3 T’s (Tanisi, Tisya and Tushara), who can easily cheer me up.  Adding to that boost given by 3 T’s, on the very night of Sankranti, I had received a message from..........

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............Between all this, my dad, mother, sister and I were involved in the construction and planning works of our ‘home’ - my favorite place on the earth. Daddy was about to retire in June and so, we had planned to move to our home in such a time that my dad’s retirement coincides with our shifting. And thank God! Everything had happened as planned. Our house was reconstructed beyond our expectations and plans, thanks to the contractor. Soon, we had called on a function (house warming + Dad retirement) to celebrate these events. In the function, I felt very proud listening others (father’s colleagues and family members) speaking about my father and his values. That was one super-duper event. Quietly, my sister bid good-bye to the strenuous job in Axis Bank, soon after which, our house had treated us with a gift - my sister was appointed the Mandal Agricultural Officer (Gazetted – A.P. State Govt.). But, the happiness was cast a shadow in form of her posting location. It was in a remote mandal named, ’Madnur’ (Nizamabad District) – which was on the borders of A.P. A grave injustice had been done to my sister while giving the posting. :( Unable to digest this, my sister got into a depression – which she had  able to overcome only after my father’s and my repeated sayings and pleas – now, she is coping well with the location and job, though we are trying our best to get her transferred to a nearest place. My father accompanied her, which I term, ‘post-retirement adventure’ by staying with her at Bichkunda (HQ). Daily, I and amma used to call them and enquired about their daily routine...................

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.......................Hope I succeed in my endeavors. I wish good luck to myself. None except me shall be responsible for whatever happens to me in these two years. Adieu 2012, Bienvenue 2013!!