And so, a new year begins. From a hundred wishes to many a thousand nano seconds of jubilation that is the space between 31-12 and 1-01, into the expanse of breathing through the next 364 days, it is quite an usher-in. And hats off to our collective optimism as a race – we never fail to make ourselves some same-old brand new promises, Rx crisp, for a longer life, a healthier bank account; a leaner, better we. As of 25 hours and 15 minutes ago, mine include:
- Waking up by 7 am
- Paying more attention to the books, less to clothes
- Learning a new language, preferably French, and learning how to cook
- Most importantly, staying in touch with the ones i love.
Tough call, yes, but this is nothing compared to ‘Stop smoking/drinking/doing drugs’, ‘lose XXX kgs’ and the massive projects people have the courage to undertake. Or even learning the violin! (eh riddhi? 😛 )
But New Year Resolutions as an institution is something to ponder about. A spin-around-the-yearly-clock rumination in a drunken stupor (more of often than not) bares to the self a dissatisfaction that has been building up right from the moment the last resolution was made, on account of the non-fulfilment of it. But we steam on. Where do we get the guts to make the promises when it is almost certain we’ll have forgotten (hence broken) them the very next day? What happens to the self-image on such relentless badgering year after year, when the broken promises come back to haunt us, almost every December night? Is it the strength, the tradition or the stupidity that keeps us going?
At least with me, promises to the self have historically been a tough deal. I make them all the time, New Years’ Eves included, and to the gods every time i want something from them, and every time i find myself genuinely fed up with myself…that list goes on. So god help me with this time, again. Because if we have to go through with this jig resolutely every year, we must count on hope. and have faith. Amen. 🙂
PS – Check this out if you’re short of ideas for your ideas. 🙂