The
year of highs, the year of lows
The
year of yes’s, the year of no’os
The
year when the GDP bled,
The
year when inflation led
The year
which started with 1-1-11
Holy
cow, that year was 2011.
The
year that had a lot to host
Middle
East became wide awake.
Osama,
Gadaffi and then Kim Jong
Their
reigns ended, a little too long.
Witness to triumphs, also saw shambles
The
year whose predictability was a big gamble.
was a witness to India’s world cup brilliance.
It
saw the automobile market in top gear
It
was the year when petrol was costlier than beer.
Obama’s
political ambitions faced a jinx
As
India hosted its first Grand Prix.
Indo-Pak relations saw further lows
Though
Heena Rabbani’s style raised a few brows.
Revolutions galored and the fizzing of fear
TIME
named the protestants: people of the year.
Sunny
Leone in big boss, well that’s another story.
The
legends from the world reached heavenly abode
From
Dev Anand to Steve Jobs, I give them my ode.
The government
going hither –wither.
The
citizens showed their gall
Dared
the government to bring a Lokpal.
It
was the year of events, people came in herds
DK
bose and Silk Smitha, were the buzzwords.
2011 undoubtedly was the year of change
When emotions blew
out of range.
100 centuries in
Sachin’s sight
As Djokovic ruled
the tennis court
Tiger Woods
couldn’t hold his fort.
Air India had its wings chopped off
Ratan Tata became
history
As Tata got Cyrus Mistry.
Kolaveri di became
the new anthem for all
Poschim Bonga became the new Bengal.
Poschim Bonga became the new Bengal.
Not just another one, it must now be clear!.
And
so it has been a year of tumult
Rare was the moment that made us exult.
May the ancient
Mexicans’ doom be shelved
Oh! Lord give us a
safe twenty twelve.
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