I was awaiting my hubby’s arrival from office on 31st December 2009, just so we could go to the supermarket and do the last shopping of the year. And as I was at that, I thought of my hubby’s status message in Face book – “How different is Dec 31, 2009 11:59 PM from Jan 01, 2010 12:00AM?” Common sense doesn’t make a big deal of the mere change in the figures of the calendar. So much fuss about another dusk and another dawn! Yet, folks of all faiths and beliefs unite in cheering and celebrating a New Year. Do we all lack common sense or what? Absolutely not! Applying reasoning to all aspects of life might stimulate us intellectually but at the cost of simple merriments that blind beliefs bring in. A new year gives an apparent feeling of newness, a fresh beginning to re-write follies, to revisit happenings and to re-live life with newer resolutions towards making us a better being. That is not so bad, is it?
2009 has amassed a few major events of my life that I wouldn’t forget in this lifetime. Marriage, purchase of house, career drift and first pregnancy are more than enough events for a year. No, it wasn’t clouds and candies all the time. I had my blues in between which I consider to make a good talisman to evade eye-castings. Taking collective stock, I am glad that 2009 has been the way it has been. On my way to the supermarket this evening and back, I was completely drenched in rain, the showers from the heavens, farewell tears for letting go of this year which perhaps must have been a glorious one in the supernatural surrounding as well.
It was 8PM when I dried my hair and readied myself to the New Year dinner party among the folks of our apartment. After experiencing a similar party on a previous occasion, I had no doubts about the deliciousness of the dinner. It had to be mouth smacking and so it was! Even without pregnancy cravings, I would have helped myself to every delicacy on the buffet the way I did that evening. But that alone wasn’t the one that made my day or I should rather say made the year. The hours that followed until midnight triggered my nostalgia, marking this as one of the best new years that I’ve had in a long long time and the motivation for this post as well.
I remember my schooldays when we, cousins, gather around on New Year nights, staging dances and skits for our elders in our hall. The days when we had organized fancy fete for our family and having fun together till the stroke of midnight when we would scream our lungs out with New Year wishes and simultaneously scurrying for our share of the home-baked New Year cake. Blissful innocent moments! College New Years were spent on midnight phone calls with friends and Corporate New Years were all dances and DJs. Fun though they were, they wouldn’t stand up to the ones that I enjoyed as a kid, with the freedom to be playful and naughty in a childish way, the way our apartment folks had organized this New Year celebrations with games and galas.
Families together young and old, tiny toddlers, shy and bold willingly joined and participated with equal enthusiasm. The MCs were not the yo-yo types with fake smiles but real next door people warming the togetherness even more. Passing balls, chasing balloons, packing presents and acting ads brought back my once-upon-a-time that I long everyday to get back to. I was momentarily transported to my pre-teens until a kid addressed me ‘Aunty’ and reminded me of the years passed. Well, kids can’t help making mistakes, twenty- five is not an aunty age! Count downs done and screaming too, I returned back to my flat with my hubby, tired but satisfied.
Writing more on the celebration is akin to either bragging my joy or butter-coating my neighbors. As I do not want to be mistaken doing either, I’m halting here, thanking them for a nice sendoff for 2009 and a great welcome for 2010. I don’t have my expectations hyped up as I get this queer feeling that 2010 would just be a year to wade through to welcome better years later on. With self defenses tuned up and hoping that the services of those defenses would not be requested for, here I am metaphorically marching into 2010. Happy New Year one and all!