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Tranquility of a new year...

After all, what is there so different or special with onset of a new year that we behave so differently? It is different no doubt... We all have plans, those who don’t at least acknowledge they don’t have any plan when it ideally should be there. Not having a plan is also a plan to do nothing special in this supposedly special occasion. New year with resolutions and grand parties, sliding to the other side with pomp and show. All that and much more comes tagged with the new year plan.

Wonder what is so special about this New Year thing that everyone wants to do something. What’s worth thinking is that what we plan to do is either a setting book to zero by doing what we have always done wrong again, a fesh strart so to say... or a book building which is doing something that we always planned to do and did not start/ finish and now want to give it a chance..

I have, like others, spent few of these transitional points glued to TV looking at clocks around the world ticking towards the magical countdown and celebrities appearing in Mumbai hotels for 5 min-50 lac performance. Other years I spent thinking if I will ever be allowed to go for a party this day where everyone dresses up, drinks down and yell and kiss when the clock strikes midnight. Then I graduated to some organized closed parties and house/ hostel welcomes. These parties finally changes to outings to beaches and drives while piss drunk...Guess this time when i moved on to the point where i wonder if i want to watch TV or go to those parties, or anything remotely i have done before. As in something special needs to be done but how do i define special...what is perceived as special or what makes one feel so..

The idea is always to sneak in on the other side without noticing. New Year’s is kind of a tranquilizer. At all levels, we treat it as a tranquilizer. To bring back sanity into the randomness which we passed through the year round..

Its like each year i went to the next class as a kid hoping that i will keep my copies neat with beautiful handwriting or once i clean my almirah, i would decide to keep it sorted now..

We all know its not gonna be always neat or clean or perfect or just the way we decide it to be...yet its an occasional to rise to a new beginning. This is a great experiment..these dates that mentally give us a milestone. Now that new yea and birthday and others things were not in my hand, i would have loved to experiment by getting married on 29 Feb and see how it makes one feel different to observe those sentiments once in four years. I mean it can completely screw up as well coz people try to make their relation work and surprise or fondle a lot led by anniversary syndrome, but it may be good considering there will be less of I will do so and so and etc from next anniversary on wards. Anyway that's not happening as leap year is 2012 or 2016 and they are too early and too late respectively. Which means I am robbed of my great experiment...

So back o the tranquilizers and transition... Its all gonna be new in the new year, just like all the other years...

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