2010 had kicked off with some real serious resolution making. Topping that list was the strong urge to make my mom proud with my 10th Board results. Following closely was the desire to bag Golds in Long Jump, High Jump, Basketball and any other sport/activity/competition I could associate myself with.
Most achieved successfully, and the pursuit for the others will continue through the new year as well.
2010 meant just SO MUCH to me. The year when I appeared for my 10th Boards. No words to describe the frenzy, the stress, the strained laughter, the tears, the emotional upheavals, the hugs, the cheer, the joy, the ecstasy that my final year at school gave me.
YES- the FINAL YEAR. Even 8 months after passing out of Nasr, I can still close my eyes and be transported into this whole new world- my second home. School is one part of my existence that just cannot be separated from my soul. I'm a part of it, and it, mine.
Nasr gave me the people that now form my life support systems. The friends, the omg-why-didn't-i-meet-you-befores and the two faced pennies. Every single one of them has contributed so much to my life, that without them, this Nida wouldn't have been the Nida she is today.
There has been so much that I've been through this decade. The decade saw a lil me jump from being a teenie meenie into a senior wearing important badges, organising and putting together things with so much responsibility that made my mother's eyes pop right out! Turning around I see the trail that I have left and it brings an instant smile to my face.
That was about the "highs." What came next was a deep, bottomless valley. The vacuum, the depression, the void. Call it just anything. My little happy world was torn apart with what my college had in store for me. Life just tumbled into this huge void that did not seem to end. Sr Chaitanya might just be the most inhuman place I've ever come across. The Azkaban of the Muggle World. Mudbloods, truly.
As the end of the decade advanced, my depression began to fade bit by bit. The fog was now beginning to clear. What brought it about was the timely realisation that no one could possibly hold up a candle for me and light up my life. That light was to be extracted from within...the illumination that was lost somewhere in the struggle for marks, positions and ranks.
So now here Iam, waiting with child-like excitement to greet 2011. With hopes renewed, with ambitions strengthened and life being brought back into focus. So with a tingle of apprehension, Iam greeting this New Year, all geared up to take on ANYTHING that life will strew in my path. Armed with the experience of 16 years I will tackle every hurdle with absolute grit and make sure that each new day finds me a better person. InshAllah.
