I detest New Year's eve. It's the day when I want to crawl under my blanket and wake up on the other side - in the New Year - fast asleep.
The build up to New Year's eve reminds me of this huge wave, that once swept me off to sea at the Majorda beach in Goa.
Hype, hoopla, razzmatazz, where are you goin', what are you doin', let's go here it's the most happening, let's go there it's the most expensive - WHOOSH! You're just standing on the beach of life, watching the sun set on another year and WHOOSH! This wave of 'let's parteeee!!' hits you. And if you're not looking it sweeps you away to some farmhouse, or hotel, or pub, where your senses are numbed by booze, or drugs if you can afford it, and you're dragged into the New Year with a thousand other people you don't know, or care about.
Can some real Slim Shady please stand up and tell why is it we need to party to welcome the New Year? Or get rid of the Old One?
As far as I can see the only end-result 28 New Year's eve bashes have left me with, is thousands of rupees spent and fond memories of either me, or some friend puking. Vomit and money - the Great New Year's Eve cocktail.
Every year, I see everybody just jumping onto this roller-coaster ride to get into the New Year, as if, the New Year wasn't going to accept if they didn't land up on the other side with a cap on their heads singing Old Lang Syne.
I prefer to creep into the New Year. Almost steal upon it, while it's expecting me to burst through the front door shaking my bon-bon to Ricky Martin.
I like to believe that the New Year exists for me and not me for the New Year. I don't need to get pissed because it's New Year's eve. I need to get pissed, if at all, because I need to get pissed.
I am digging my heel into the sand and not allowing the wave to sweep me away this time. At most, I might wade into a small party with a few close friends. But no, none of that standing on the table and joining a collective inebriated scream of 'Happy New Year'!
And I'm not burning the Old Man either. Instead, I think I'll bar-be-que him. I want everything in slow motion this year. The world is just moving too fast and with every New Year's eve, it's like we go one match quicker.
Life is becoming one big cliché - and New Year's eve is the PR party that markets the cliché. It sets the tone for the year. It keeps us focussed on cloning ourselves, into what the world wants us to be.
Good Morning Pune. Don't mind me. You go ahead and have a blast!
Source: Good Morning Pune – Roopesh Raj
Pune Times
The build up to New Year's eve reminds me of this huge wave, that once swept me off to sea at the Majorda beach in Goa.
Hype, hoopla, razzmatazz, where are you goin', what are you doin', let's go here it's the most happening, let's go there it's the most expensive - WHOOSH! You're just standing on the beach of life, watching the sun set on another year and WHOOSH! This wave of 'let's parteeee!!' hits you. And if you're not looking it sweeps you away to some farmhouse, or hotel, or pub, where your senses are numbed by booze, or drugs if you can afford it, and you're dragged into the New Year with a thousand other people you don't know, or care about.
Can some real Slim Shady please stand up and tell why is it we need to party to welcome the New Year? Or get rid of the Old One?
As far as I can see the only end-result 28 New Year's eve bashes have left me with, is thousands of rupees spent and fond memories of either me, or some friend puking. Vomit and money - the Great New Year's Eve cocktail.
Every year, I see everybody just jumping onto this roller-coaster ride to get into the New Year, as if, the New Year wasn't going to accept if they didn't land up on the other side with a cap on their heads singing Old Lang Syne.
I prefer to creep into the New Year. Almost steal upon it, while it's expecting me to burst through the front door shaking my bon-bon to Ricky Martin.
I like to believe that the New Year exists for me and not me for the New Year. I don't need to get pissed because it's New Year's eve. I need to get pissed, if at all, because I need to get pissed.
I am digging my heel into the sand and not allowing the wave to sweep me away this time. At most, I might wade into a small party with a few close friends. But no, none of that standing on the table and joining a collective inebriated scream of 'Happy New Year'!
And I'm not burning the Old Man either. Instead, I think I'll bar-be-que him. I want everything in slow motion this year. The world is just moving too fast and with every New Year's eve, it's like we go one match quicker.
Life is becoming one big cliché - and New Year's eve is the PR party that markets the cliché. It sets the tone for the year. It keeps us focussed on cloning ourselves, into what the world wants us to be.
Good Morning Pune. Don't mind me. You go ahead and have a blast!
Source: Good Morning Pune – Roopesh Raj
Pune Times
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