… never happened.
2012 was the year that was meant to put the world as we know it at rest. Much to the disappointment of the apocalypse-enthusiasts amongst us, it looks like we will need to look for another meaningful deadline. And while we wait for another ancient calendar or occult textbookto throw some light on our eschatological expectations, we may, perhaps, try to enjoy our time before the next end of the world is upon us.
Despite the ill-omen attached to all leap years, 2012 has been, after all, a year like many others. The usual carousel of births, marriages and, sadly, deaths will have kept everyone busy. Most Londoners will agree that the Olympics weren’t, after all, as apocalyptic as everyone feared; other places haven’t had it so easy: perhaps the most iconic sights from this year are from the wasteland of Manhattan, when New York City was hit by the unpredicatble force of hurricane Sandy.
When we look at the world today, it may well seem like it is approaching its own demise. The Middle-East does not appear to be more settled than it did this time last year, though glimmers of hopes signal that things may, one day be different. If I had to give a personality of the year award, it would have to go to Malala Yousafzai, the young Pakistani girl who has defied the Taliban by exercising her right to go to school.
So as we get ready to celebrate the fact that we are, in spite of natural disasters, ongoing recession, failed Mayan predictions, and Olympic games, still alive, we may want to start the new year with some positive energy. It should be an easy job for me… I will be eating Caribbean food, drinking rum and listening to Raggae music under the moonlight rays and star-studded sky of Montego Bay, Jamaica.
Wherever you might be celebrating your New Year’s Eve, I would love to hear from you. And if we may, let’s rerun last year’s experiment. Whether it’s fireworks or policemen, dancing children or sleeping husbands… share it with us.
So what was the first thing you saw after midnight?