Ringing in the New Year

The clock struck 12 on December 31st and 2009 was finally here. I expected to feel a rush of adrenaline, pop a few of my imaginary party poppers (strangeness is one among my many attributes) but my usual new year’s enthusiasm had pulled a disappearing act. All I wanted to do was curl up with my soft pillows and sleep. I usually follow an elaborate ritual – making a few new years resolutions, writing down my predictions for the rest of the year in my gorgeous active-thrice-a-year diary and a long chain of phone calls and messages, but this year I groggily muttered an ‘I will have a bath everyday’ before dozing off. Hmm, maybe the joint aches and the sudden urge to tell little kids stories about the old days really does mean something!

The other day, I sat with a couple of my friends and we spoke about our aspirations, regrets and where we saw ourselves 20 years from now. Though it might have been just another conversation, I am sure it is one of the few isolated moments I will remember from college. As one of my friends pointed out, some of us may get where we want to, some of us may not. Only time will tell. All we can do is hope, and work towards it.

I think that was when my new years resolution hit me. Three days after January first. I wanted to write more. Whether it would be about shoelaces or rocket science, I would.