Random Ramblings of a Reluctant Blogger

“So? what did you do on the New Year Eve?”

“I slept” And the look I get for that simple reply will make me feel as if I have committed a grave blunder.

What’s all the hullabaloo about a day which breaks like it always does, with the sun rising in the east.

The morning chill is all the same, though if you are in Chennai it is almost non existent — the chill not yet the day.

One is up staring at the same walls, though the eager beaver would have a new sprightly calendar adorning it.

The Indian cricket fans have the same old story to drown themselves in. The newspapers are abuzz with the same old quotes from the same old (there never is a young) politician saying the same old thing. Two and two still makes four. And even in a spirit of a hangover, the world is much the same, albeit a day older.

Things do change however, and one would have to remember to date the cheque differently, which can be quite a bother for the forgetful. That apart it is life at its funny self, as always.

Now, no I am not a doomsday prophet, but it beats me to believe that just overnight things will change and will be hunky dory. Yes optimism is fine but this kind does not wash. And what, the New year does not even bring in a change of climate so will it that of the heart?

The day sneaks in as usual and portends no special feature which says start the year thus and you will end up thus.

I have been sleeping all through and that is because it has been so as a kid. I love sleeping and just because I slept through just another night hasn’t made me any worse.

On the other hand sleeping does become quite a process considering that every Subbu, Balu and Radha go tom-toming all through night throwing their well-intended wishes at whoever they sight.

Not to speak of the well-meaning friends, whose eagerness to pass a chunky amount of luck to last a year long, beeping you all through the night just beats the sleep, if not anything, out of you.

If all this wasn’t enough I get stared at again if I say, and I do, that I have no new new year resolutions!

Yes, what again is so special about the day that makes you think you would want to turn over a new, or old as the case may be, leaf. Why would one want to think of that particular day to start or stop something. Why can’t it be any other day, or night, which is almost the same.

If you want to stop smoking you do it any time not just on a particular day. If you want to dump your girlfriend any day is as good. And if you wanted to be a good Samaritan any day is as good and blaring the horn all through the previous night does not add any further weight.

No, I do not make new year resolutions. And even those rare ones I did, in a moment of weakness taken in by all the tamasha, haven’t quite managed to last till Pongal. Except one that I made many years ago. That one resolution I managed to hang on to — Never to make any new year resolutions.!

NO. I am not a kill joy. And if I want to party I will do it at the drop of a hat (a very good reason too I think). I do not need the end of the chapter and the new beginning theme.

Every day is new or old depending on how look at it. I dream every day, the only activity that does not depend on the thickness of my wallet. And dreams do not need a particular day to come true. It just happens. And when it does it is naturally a time to celebrate. New year or not.