Its been a long hiatus that I wrote anything..so thought of making a fresh start in this new year. And when I start writing, its weird that I don't really know what to write. So why not share what I felt or experienced over the interim period of the changing years. The year gone by was a mixed bag, with some memorable events and some not worth remembering. Some events make me laugh my guts out while some well up my eyes. Yet it was 365 days filled with moments, good or bad but moments.
The last day of 2011, 31 December was not any different from the rest of the days. I came to work, the world was still rushing, people moving towards their destinations. So nothing was different about this day except that for me personally it was a day of introspection. A day when i recapitulated my past errs, felt like undoing them, vowing not to repeat them, making new promises to myself. The world around seemed very excited about the year ending. Everyone seemed to make plans for the evening party. Yet I was in no mood to party this time. The strange question that was bothering me the whole day that why does the world party when there are so many unresolved issues in everyone's lives.
Since I could start up late for work, I found some time to just sit back and have a cup of tea sitting in the gallery of my apartment. Its then when I saw two children playing. The father of these two kids works as a watchman and mother does the household chores in the neighborhood. Most of the money they earn is spent for their alcohol consumption or for the other kind of intoxicants they are dependent on. Its then when I thought was this last day of the year or the coming new year of any meaning to this family. Not even the bar of candy I gave to those kids would bring any perpetual change in their lives.
At night, when the whole world was busy partying, I saw this pizza delivery boy driving just before midnight to deliver the pizza so that someone's party might go on well. The early morning of the new year showed me another petite old man cleaning the streets. These were just a few I might have seen. And there would be so many other lives untouched, unchanged with the changing dates on the calender. Yet finding solace in their everyday non changing lives. And I was still crying over the spilled milk, over the innumerable, insurmountable issues of my regularly changing life.
The last day of 2011, 31 December was not any different from the rest of the days. I came to work, the world was still rushing, people moving towards their destinations. So nothing was different about this day except that for me personally it was a day of introspection. A day when i recapitulated my past errs, felt like undoing them, vowing not to repeat them, making new promises to myself. The world around seemed very excited about the year ending. Everyone seemed to make plans for the evening party. Yet I was in no mood to party this time. The strange question that was bothering me the whole day that why does the world party when there are so many unresolved issues in everyone's lives.
Since I could start up late for work, I found some time to just sit back and have a cup of tea sitting in the gallery of my apartment. Its then when I saw two children playing. The father of these two kids works as a watchman and mother does the household chores in the neighborhood. Most of the money they earn is spent for their alcohol consumption or for the other kind of intoxicants they are dependent on. Its then when I thought was this last day of the year or the coming new year of any meaning to this family. Not even the bar of candy I gave to those kids would bring any perpetual change in their lives.
At night, when the whole world was busy partying, I saw this pizza delivery boy driving just before midnight to deliver the pizza so that someone's party might go on well. The early morning of the new year showed me another petite old man cleaning the streets. These were just a few I might have seen. And there would be so many other lives untouched, unchanged with the changing dates on the calender. Yet finding solace in their everyday non changing lives. And I was still crying over the spilled milk, over the innumerable, insurmountable issues of my regularly changing life.
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