: January 1, 2006
I tried getting as decadent as possible over the last few days. Subcontracted my daughter to my in-laws, and went on long walks (not so decadent) with Lakshmi. One was really long with a clear destination, and the second one was a search for
Rainforest. We actually walked into a restaurant hawking Karimeen. I wasn't so sure, and when we were in, I was sure. We went to Wang's Kitchen to eat our decadent delayed dinner. The next day, fought guilt at having subcontracted daughter to ageing in-laws, so I went there, after some superficial showup at work. Am back, and finished my favourite pain in the ass, submitting recommendation letters. Its over, even the minor recommendation letters for
internships. Whew!!!! As I have always, slept past the transition from December 31st to January 1st. How new can the year get? You can't even feel it change from old to new. The mould remains, the CO_2 in the the air is as strong as before. Add to it madmen exploding 1000 Wallahs at night. To me everyday is a new day, as new as a new year can get, and as old as the old year can remain. Do we celebrate the new hour, when the hands of the clock meet in greeting the new year?
No. So I am not going to ever celebrate new year. Read that as, I am not going to stay awake, I am not going to get drunk, and blow smelly "Happy new year" at other drunks, I am not going to kill by driving fast, and so many other undesirable things. Well, I will wake up and drink up my glass of filter coffee, like every other day. Surely, there is a differnce between old coffee and New Coffee.
There is a time for blogging to end and for life to start. The time is now.
I tried getting as decadent as possible over the last few days. Subcontracted my daughter to my in-laws, and went on long walks (not so decadent) with Lakshmi. One was really long with a clear destination, and the second one was a search for
Rainforest. We actually walked into a restaurant hawking Karimeen. I wasn't so sure, and when we were in, I was sure. We went to Wang's Kitchen to eat our decadent delayed dinner. The next day, fought guilt at having subcontracted daughter to ageing in-laws, so I went there, after some superficial showup at work. Am back, and finished my favourite pain in the ass, submitting recommendation letters. Its over, even the minor recommendation letters for
internships. Whew!!!! As I have always, slept past the transition from December 31st to January 1st. How new can the year get? You can't even feel it change from old to new. The mould remains, the CO_2 in the the air is as strong as before. Add to it madmen exploding 1000 Wallahs at night. To me everyday is a new day, as new as a new year can get, and as old as the old year can remain. Do we celebrate the new hour, when the hands of the clock meet in greeting the new year?
No. So I am not going to ever celebrate new year. Read that as, I am not going to stay awake, I am not going to get drunk, and blow smelly "Happy new year" at other drunks, I am not going to kill by driving fast, and so many other undesirable things. Well, I will wake up and drink up my glass of filter coffee, like every other day. Surely, there is a differnce between old coffee and New Coffee.
There is a time for blogging to end and for life to start. The time is now.
Current Mood:
caffeinated
