As years pass by, I only count my blessings twice, and feel good about how festive this time of the year is for me. The transition from 31.Dec.2013 to 01.Jan.2014 is indeed a big one. The word NEW changes it all for me. I am like the fish who'll squiggle out of your palm before you know it. And so does the comparison suggest that I am no nemesis to material change. From the smell of new books to tying hair in a different style to buying new clothes or for that matter just replacing some old stationary with fresh, smart looking ones on a pen stand, excites me. However, my point here being, for someone who is obsessed with new things, beginnings et. al , a New Year can bring a lot.
I am not the resolution-kinds. Mainly because outlines and boundaries scare me. I am a wild stallion, lost in the wilderness of it all. So I make resolutions on the go. I bend them to fit my massacre of thoughts. . I need to know that I can alter anything to fit my happy head and bring my 1000 Watt smile back on. Flexibility is dear to me, you may say.
All over the Social Networks, I see people cursing the poor old December with sleazy innuendos. Poor thing is already under the pressure of approaching holidays yet, some of us never forget to blame the entire year on this one month. NoJudgement. But yea, I am not going to sit and carp about how bad December has been, because I was with family. And with family, month and year logs do not matter. For people like me who live out of a box in dingy hostel rooms, with tasteless hostel meals, and are constantly on the lookout for anything resembling a family, it's indeed quite a deal. I got to hog on some orgasmic home food cooked in creamy coconut puree and by all means enjoyed every bit of it. I got to lay midst a bunch of family gossip-mongers and sleep my heart out, just like the old days. I re-discovered my family's roots and realized I belonged to the warrior caste. War mongers and fighters. Well, that explains why I absolutely love getting into brawls , with no place/time/person guarantee.
However, the best thing through the last year would have been the birth of a baby cousin after 8 long years of torturous waiting. She came home like the late birth of Vishnu's last avatar with Lord Krishna's birth sign. She was a tiny bundle of joy, who my grandmother and I scooped up from the airport. Ever since, she's been making our lives thrive. August was quite a month, as I waited with bated breath for her birth. And now that she's here, it hurts to think of leaving. In short, the bus ride back to Bengaluru is not going to be a good one.
Coming to the point, I witnessed the curtain fall right as 2k13 kicked the bucket. I watched 2K14 stutter in in a lacy white virgin gown as she sashayed down my mind's ramp.
I like the word NEW. And hence the New Year excites me. Not that I hope to rule the world this year, but I do hope to find a way to talk to myself again.
Happy 2014.
2013 wasn't very cherry-picked after all. It was like any other year, blending memories, both happy and hurtful, together. I will miss 2K13 for the peek-a-boo games it played with my head. I will remember 2K13 as the year I made a couple of great friends, and even lost some. I will miss the day when I met the girls and dared to look at the world downside up. I will look back at 2K13 and laugh at myself for thinking "Things couldn't get Worse!" because as far as I remember, the New Year's eve started out with saying, " Oh shit! It just did!" . I will learn from my mistakes and try to not trip on their vicious charm one more time.
