As I sit and sluggishly prepare myself for a rather forgetful
Christmas in Delhi this year, I’m forced to wonder “what the fuck went wrong?”,
“Christmas without the family?” I mean just 2 months back (October) I was
happily unwrapping my Christmas tree, had a great time decorating it, and was
already listening to my favorite Christmas songs. Read: NSYNC – Home for
Christmas (Hands down the best Christmas Album)
how did I get from there to here?
I was so excited (always am) with the prospect of meeting my
family and spending quality time with them. Now with Christmas just 3 days away
all the excitement has more or less died. Christmas songs irritate the shit out
of me and to be honest I really feel like packing up the tree and bury it
somewhere never to see the light of day. Yes I said it!
After quite an eventful year, where I and my family have
gone through some of the most traumatic experiences, it would have made sense
for a happy ending but looks like it not to be. Let’s have a look at what 2013
had to offer.
To start with I have missed my flights more
times than I can remember (started with missing my flight home for Christmas
last year).
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I was going to write about the dream job I had
to reject, but I’m very happy where I am so let’s skip to the third.
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I lost a very close friend, a brother and an ex
boss in Pranay. We met on a Saturday night and planned to go out for dinner on Monday
and he passed away that very Monday.
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Our cook who had been with us for close to 10
years brutally murders our Driver (RIP and God bless his soul) in Delhi. Now
this is the kind of shit you watch in movies and read about in crime magazines,
never expecting it would happen to you. All my siblings were convinced our
house was haunted and so we had to shift out of our beautiful bungalow to an apartment
in Vasant Kunj.
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This shift in address meant that I now had to
travel a grueling 45 kilometers everyday to work. That’s 2 hours going and 2
coming home.
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Endless nightmares about the murder and strange occurrences
that always seem to happen around 4 am (time of the murder) coupled with my
high blood pressure sent me into depression. The solution – Meet a shrink! More
pills for anxiety, depression, sleeping pills, BP pills etc. but I’m glad to
say that as of December I’m out of all medication except for the BP. lets move on this subject is way too depressing.
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Then comes the election. The endless hours and
months of strategizing our campaign, designing websites, organizing events and
yes the TVCs (My uncle is the president of MPC – Mizoram Peoples Conference). I
made 2 really nice TVCs hoping people would connect with the problem of bad
roads and bad electricity. But then yet again all these did not translate to
votes and our party the MDA (MNF and MPC) got 7 seats out of 40 and congress as
always taking absolute majority.
and
website link: http://mizorampeoplesconference.com/
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Losing an election is like getting your heart
ripped off, because of the time and energy you spend on it, needless to say the
money that goes to waste and the sacrifices that you make. It still hurts like
yesterday so I won’t go any further.
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Because of the many holidays that I’ve taken
this year for the Murder, the Depression and the Election Campaign etc. I dint
have the balls to apply for more leave to go home for Christmas and partially
because of the excessively ridiculous flight rates.
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So I’m more or less forced to spend this
Christmas here in Delhi with my buddy Joe. And to make things worse we don’t have
girlfriends. Not that were looking out but you know, its winter, its cold at
night and alcohol can only warm you so much and ummm… come on, it’s Christmas
time! Spread the love? No love? Only seeds? Lol J/k. (Sometimes I don’t even
know why I say the things I say).
Neway I shall count my blessings another day, for now I’m an
angry man lashing out at the world because ummm… the Grinch stole my Christmas!
That bastard!
but
Merry Christmas everyone!
