And I am just moments away from being the "
Ultimate Cover-Page" of every renowned magazine of the world. [
For a good reasons obviously]
[
They definitely wouldn't put a psychic's face from IT outsourcing workforce of India, for nothing.]I was
jussst minutes away from choosing to hire either
George Bush or
Bill gates as my
personal assistant. I mean, guys, just grasp the desperation and euphoria of moment.
And just when, I almost had it all... "
Kabooooom"... someone blows a tone of TNT in open. [
Or at least that’s what it sounded like in sleep!]All dreams shattered, I am lying in my bed, with stinking pillow singing an equally sordid story. "
Yappy Hew Near...hic'" As some, teetotaler howls in street below...I mumble, "
F*** You!" My dad wakes up and growls..."What?"... I replied... "
Yeah..Happy New Year to you too Dad!" and put my head below the pillow. [I usually do that to shut off the weirdo world! What a group of retards live in this city. [
Yeah including me]
What’s so great about the New Year that you haven't seen? I mean.. Think of it, you never know what’s gonna happen, Maybe a meteor will zoom past your lives, while you are evaporated [
along with your dog, girlfriend, illegal kids, AIDS, guilt and debts] in nano’th of milliseconds. [Actually now that I think of it, this way, it does look promising].
Yet, what is the chance that it's gonna be happy? [All the cynic optimists can go to
Deathclock. These guys usually predict long life as if they own the solar system and nature. Yet another breed of retards]
Nevertheless, we shell out "
The Green/Vitamin-M” to get drunk, dance and party. [And probably be blown by terrorist groups, who are looking forward to their kind of "
blast" at such parties.] And then next morning [if we are still alive],
We realize amidst that maddening hangover; we shelled out too much and now credit card bills are running just too huge.
And in this perfect moment of irony, [as I can bet my life on it] someone would walk up to you, with that seemingly sarcastic smile, and say "
Happy New Year, pal"; where's the party! And that my friend is the ultimate moment of dawning
comprehension. Or at least for me.
I gazed through my credit card bill once again. It said,
Dumbuldore Pub = Rs. "
hell lot of money". And then I reflect back on the total amount of charity I have done in past few years. All I could mumble was, "
God bless my insane soul!!" [I have always said that!]
A new year that brings, millions of decaying bodies, for they don’t have food, water, medicines, parents, life and love; it sure has to be "
Happy".
A new year that brings you more close to a possibility of "mere" wipe out of human race with nuclear-madness, ticking biological weapons and gunned down human bombs; I say it "is" bloody "happy"
And a new year, that boast of generation spawned in violent, cold and uncompassionate world; it damn better be happy!
I am so proud of myself that I slept and crept into this "
New Year" [
my favorite way of celebrating], which promises to be "Happy". It better be. Cause if it is not, then all the money spent on
31st Dec night 2006, once again would be a "powerful" waste.
Powerful, because, so much money would change life of people who actually need that "
change in life"
And waste because, only part that they will get from all that money is probably, just extra little "
change".
Yet,
Happy New Year, to all those, who are oblivious, optimistic and obdurate. May your ignorance be your key to shackles of guilt, when you need them, finally?
Have a productive and a characteristic new year. And that is all I wish.
