I wish the fellow humans a very safe healthy and happy new year 2008. I would rather not wish you success and prosperity. For I believe the first three words I uttered are most important if push comes to shove.
Over a period of time I started recognizing the loss of excitement over welcoming New Year. I treat it like any other day except to witness inevitable cheer and glee from people around. Perhaps an excuse to go overboard their otherwise bland and disciplined lives. Perhaps to look forward to things they have been praying for and ventures they have been planning for.
And here comes resolutions. New Year resolutions. They always intrigued me even when I was a kid. I was by that time very restless to grow up and compete with elders around. To imitate and imbibe what so authoritatively they exhibit and try their best to undermine my own inferiority.
I was aghast looking at heroes climbing a ladder to paste movie posters on walls. How courageous they are to climb 5, 6… even 10 rungs of ladder and risking their lives to do that??? I took a resolution to become a poster boy (Now don’t try to explain me what a poster boy is. When I was a kid my perception of a poster boy is who paste posters on walls). Some times I used to roam around streets only to find if any poster boy is on the prowl. With much deliberation and courage I approached one such poster boy and offered my services of apprentice ship. He looked at me amusingly and gave me the fist task of brushing glue on a poster’s back. Wow… I was unspeakably thrilled at such an honor. In my excitement I failed to notice that one of my neighbors was spying on my activity and promptly reported the same to my despotic father. Rest is history, as I watched my resolution to become a poster boy laid in ruins.
Hey… did I tell you about my fascination to grow long hair??? Well... I loved to sport a shoulder length hair for I have this thick curly hair that’s admired by so many but hated by me. And then my father who always advocated crew cut to us used to march me towards the nearest barber when he suffered some moral dilemma about allowing my hair growth in disproportionate with his set standards. And very mercilessly my hair was mowed with a gross cutter like clipper as I bowed my head as if I were facing god. Even I was at the verge of tears, I used to giggle as it tickled a lot. Then when I raise my head to confront my own fate and reality right before me in the mirror, I used to sob in mute silence. But my dad was a born strategist. He used to lead me in to a nearest hotel and treat me with my favorite snacks. Alls forgiven and forgotten at last till I was marched back to the same place somewhere after a month.
Things like smoking a cigarette made me curious. But a gallant misadventure in trying the same hidden behind a tree in the back yard offered nothing greater than bouts of body raking coughs and water in my eyes. After a few minutes it converted in to unbearable head ache. Damn these elders… why do they do things like that and make me feel inadequate???
I took a resolution not to get fascinated by smoking let alone try it even for kicks.
Then I watched in movie with my mouth gaped… the villains sipping alcohol. Now that’s something my teacher always preached against. They tried to inject mortal fear in to my young heart that I would go to the perpetual fires of hell if at all I get drunk. Yikes… no way I am gonna get burnt in fires of hell. But then again I was dumb stuck at the courage of these movie villains who seem not to pay any attention towards their prospects of going to hell and get burnt. My rebellious head started confronting my obedient heart. If alcohol is bad, why is it there in the fist place? And I tried loitering those places where I was told alcohol would be served. Yikes again. First thing first they are too scary with people going in side secretively and coming out brazenly with glazy look like eyes. And a few of them even made me feel disgusted by puking and sleeping in semi comatose stage.
Then I heard about people taking resolution about leaving alcohol. Now this is a greater paradox to me. How could I possibly take such resolution with out becoming a devotee to alcohol? And if I were devoted to something then how could I reject it? Why is life so complicated? But then again when I heard the cost of an alcohol bottle my eyes rolled with their sockets. That’s five times more than the allowance dad used to give me in my teens. Forget it…
Then I thought of taking a resolution of jogging in the morning not really knowing how it would help. It’s so interesting to see people admire those who jog early morning. With a precise and religious devotion I used to set an alarm and wake up with spring in my feet to jog… or rather run along with like minded friends till our tiny lungs burst. It went well for a few days. Then winter came. It was too difficult to get out of the hug of that thick seductive woolen blanket in teeth chattering hours. I hated myself for taking such a torturous resolution.
Nah… let me revoke this jogging resolution.
Now what???
Exercise… to build Adonis kind of muscles. Awe come on… the first day exercise left me with muscle cramps and sour body. Then I told my self that I walk a lot and that’s the greatest exercise at the end of the day. To compound my self proclaimed wisdom, some magazine said that walking burns calories. Hence I am totally convinced that I am exercising a lot. Ironically yet… I am not getting blessed with chiseled contours on my body….
Than I found the best resolution…
To never to take any resolution in life…
Since then I am very happy and no new year’s arrival effects me much…
How about you guys??? Did you take any New Year resolutions???
Over a period of time I started recognizing the loss of excitement over welcoming New Year. I treat it like any other day except to witness inevitable cheer and glee from people around. Perhaps an excuse to go overboard their otherwise bland and disciplined lives. Perhaps to look forward to things they have been praying for and ventures they have been planning for.
And here comes resolutions. New Year resolutions. They always intrigued me even when I was a kid. I was by that time very restless to grow up and compete with elders around. To imitate and imbibe what so authoritatively they exhibit and try their best to undermine my own inferiority.
I was aghast looking at heroes climbing a ladder to paste movie posters on walls. How courageous they are to climb 5, 6… even 10 rungs of ladder and risking their lives to do that??? I took a resolution to become a poster boy (Now don’t try to explain me what a poster boy is. When I was a kid my perception of a poster boy is who paste posters on walls). Some times I used to roam around streets only to find if any poster boy is on the prowl. With much deliberation and courage I approached one such poster boy and offered my services of apprentice ship. He looked at me amusingly and gave me the fist task of brushing glue on a poster’s back. Wow… I was unspeakably thrilled at such an honor. In my excitement I failed to notice that one of my neighbors was spying on my activity and promptly reported the same to my despotic father. Rest is history, as I watched my resolution to become a poster boy laid in ruins.
Hey… did I tell you about my fascination to grow long hair??? Well... I loved to sport a shoulder length hair for I have this thick curly hair that’s admired by so many but hated by me. And then my father who always advocated crew cut to us used to march me towards the nearest barber when he suffered some moral dilemma about allowing my hair growth in disproportionate with his set standards. And very mercilessly my hair was mowed with a gross cutter like clipper as I bowed my head as if I were facing god. Even I was at the verge of tears, I used to giggle as it tickled a lot. Then when I raise my head to confront my own fate and reality right before me in the mirror, I used to sob in mute silence. But my dad was a born strategist. He used to lead me in to a nearest hotel and treat me with my favorite snacks. Alls forgiven and forgotten at last till I was marched back to the same place somewhere after a month.
Things like smoking a cigarette made me curious. But a gallant misadventure in trying the same hidden behind a tree in the back yard offered nothing greater than bouts of body raking coughs and water in my eyes. After a few minutes it converted in to unbearable head ache. Damn these elders… why do they do things like that and make me feel inadequate???
I took a resolution not to get fascinated by smoking let alone try it even for kicks.
Then I watched in movie with my mouth gaped… the villains sipping alcohol. Now that’s something my teacher always preached against. They tried to inject mortal fear in to my young heart that I would go to the perpetual fires of hell if at all I get drunk. Yikes… no way I am gonna get burnt in fires of hell. But then again I was dumb stuck at the courage of these movie villains who seem not to pay any attention towards their prospects of going to hell and get burnt. My rebellious head started confronting my obedient heart. If alcohol is bad, why is it there in the fist place? And I tried loitering those places where I was told alcohol would be served. Yikes again. First thing first they are too scary with people going in side secretively and coming out brazenly with glazy look like eyes. And a few of them even made me feel disgusted by puking and sleeping in semi comatose stage.
Then I heard about people taking resolution about leaving alcohol. Now this is a greater paradox to me. How could I possibly take such resolution with out becoming a devotee to alcohol? And if I were devoted to something then how could I reject it? Why is life so complicated? But then again when I heard the cost of an alcohol bottle my eyes rolled with their sockets. That’s five times more than the allowance dad used to give me in my teens. Forget it…
Then I thought of taking a resolution of jogging in the morning not really knowing how it would help. It’s so interesting to see people admire those who jog early morning. With a precise and religious devotion I used to set an alarm and wake up with spring in my feet to jog… or rather run along with like minded friends till our tiny lungs burst. It went well for a few days. Then winter came. It was too difficult to get out of the hug of that thick seductive woolen blanket in teeth chattering hours. I hated myself for taking such a torturous resolution.
Nah… let me revoke this jogging resolution.
Now what???
Exercise… to build Adonis kind of muscles. Awe come on… the first day exercise left me with muscle cramps and sour body. Then I told my self that I walk a lot and that’s the greatest exercise at the end of the day. To compound my self proclaimed wisdom, some magazine said that walking burns calories. Hence I am totally convinced that I am exercising a lot. Ironically yet… I am not getting blessed with chiseled contours on my body….
Than I found the best resolution…
To never to take any resolution in life…
Since then I am very happy and no new year’s arrival effects me much…
How about you guys??? Did you take any New Year resolutions???
1 comment:
lovely !
I haven't yet had the time to think of what do this year,damn exams !
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