Where do lost dreams go? Do they slowly melt into nothingness, or do they, like prayers, keep traveling around the world? One likes to think they are like free souls, they wander till they can find a new being to latch on to. May be that is why we all have the same dreams. May be that is why we all have strange dreams.
It is that time of the year again...when one takes stock of one's life and then refuses to decide if one likes what one sees or not. Resolutions are a thing of past, one gave up making them long ago. You see, resolutions demand some pretence of action and effort. One prefers to dream, and hope...one can always pass on the responsibility of those to fate, or Providence or parents or partners or the company or the next-door-neighbor. Anything to shrug responsibility, anything at all.
One is always overcome by a tinge of inexplicable sadness on New Year's eve. If one is alone, that is the gripe--the disgust and loathing with/at felt at the thought of ringing in the New Year (with a capital N and a capital Y) with bad television. If one is with a bunch of friends, it is always the problem of whom to hug and wish first, if to hug and wish anyone at all. Why do we make a big deal of it anyways? It's not like anything is going to change just because we change a digit or two in the dateline. One still has to go back to work Monday morning.
New beginnings are such a myth. Or maybe it's just the wannabe cynic in one talking. And here one was, thinking one was the optimist. Maybe one is. (Or maybe like everyone else, one is just confused)
2010 should be fun still. One will have a new sister-in-law to look forward to. The now extended family should be fun. One also has the time to be spend at home running around for a much-looked forward to wedding of the much-loved (and the only) brother--which one thinks is an excellent excellent way of beginning any year. However, there is also the cringe-inducing parading of self as the "next-in-line" thing. And middle-aged aunties pulling cheek and saying "now that your line is clear, we should not wait any longer to get you married" thing. Ah well. Collateral damages. One might as well pretend to have made one's peace with it.
One is guessing the next year should give one ample topics to write about. One can almost see a book title "Attempts to Get One Married and Other Horror Stories". Maybe one should start approaching publishers. If one is going to suffer, might as well make some money out of it.
One is hoping to put more posts in 2009 still, so one will defer wishing one's dwindling readership a happy new year (referring to one's readership as dwindling, gives one the false reassurance that one had a substantial readership to begin with. Ah, there is comfort in denial yet).
7 comments:
Dreams are to be dreamt even till the last breath that you take. I never plan to give up on that. The one time and place when I am truly happy. No looking forward to(s) and the not lookinf forwards. There is just this pleasure of the present, even though momentary. Thus if dreaming is denial, I might as well be in denial.
.... Randomly thought this and so made full use of your's comment space :P
i think "one" has a lot to look forward to. I agree there is too much pressure on and for new year celebrations. I don't know why we want to rake in another sucky year on a joyous note. But then we've been raised that way. And I'll always expect a great new year celebration. and hope Jan 1 will be a new chapter in my life. And ones too :)
@ asmita
aren't dreams about looking forward to something? and isn't the present what we call the only reality? so then, what are you saying?
@ wapscallion
:) one thanks thee kindness profusely
and one agrees that there is indeed too much pressure on New Years Christmases to be a "certain delightful way". If people are going to mope for the rest of the year, what better day than Jan 1st to begin?
Making lists, that's how I spend the christmas+new year's eve. (caps avoided on purpose :D)Hence, i nod along as you talk about hope.
About the wedding. I have a delightful feeling of schadenfreude at what you all younger siblings have to go through. (A certain friend in Delhi went through pretty much the same thing at her sister's wedding.You two can perhaps exchange notes. :P)
Anyway, Happy new year, because redundancy is a constant despite the changing digits in the dateline. :)
2010 seems to have a lot in store for you! I don't understand the 'parading yourself' bit, but I guess, and correct me if I am wrong, it has to do with an "arranged marriage"; now that's a romance in the offing!
By the way for whatever reason your post brought Langston Hughes "Harlem" to mind...especially when you wonder about dreams and their fruition:
"What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?"
Happy New Year!
i like the stuff about dreams very much
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