Wednesday, December 29, 2010

New Year Nosolutions

It's that time of the year when the year seems to be ending quicker than the previous one. Of course, it’s just an illusion. And these are moments when Albert “Theory of Relativity” Einstein can’t stop rolling in his coffin. Actually the problem lies somewhere north of our eyes. We are “blessed” with a brain they say, a wet mesh that imagines and fantasizes and whatnot.

We want to make time relevant to us which aren’t always the case. Most of the time, time doesn’t give a damn about us. We are just another fart in the air for it. So to convince ourselves of our importance and objectives, we create New Year resolutions. Yes, that long list of unattainable endeavors that takes you nowhere but back to New Year. This list is very much like the bucket list, the only difference being there isn’t a movie called *New Year Resolutions* yet.

See, we don’t want to age. We don’t want to grow any stupider than we already are. We want to prosper. Some even want to lose weight and gain health. Most of us want to become famous, at least on social media, if not in real life. A few of us also want to get married and then have a resolution of “I won’t marry again!” for next year. And yes, I repeat, we don’t want to age.

People are so centered on the way they look. It’s like neo-narcissism or something. In simpler words, we are becoming narcissists who are badly in love with our ugliness. Aging was supposed to be an indication of wisdom but today it’s more like a testament to the beauty products one applies. It’s not our fault I guess. It’s part of evolution (or devolution, for the simple minded!). C’mon, your beauty belongs to you, not time.

Every year leaves behind a pile of unnecessary lessons to learn and New Year resolutions to scorn. I too have my last year’s promises which sadly I couldn’t see through in ‘10. In fact, I’ve got just 2 more days to go before my 2010 New Year resolutions' top priority – getting a tattoo – expires. But it’s OK. I won’t kill myself – my seventh and last priority.

Methinks more important stuff gets overlooked. Like last year, I was clueless about what I wanted to be but right now I'm full of clues but no definite answer. You know, shit happens. And then repeats itself. Like karmic cycle.

Anyway, I've realized that years will come and go but New Year resolutions will stay with us. Always. They are like our best friends we never thought we had. They’ll stick with us through thick and thin and everything in between.

As of me, I won’t have resolutions, notwithstanding my skin-deep desire to get inked. I’ll be as careless as I can be. I’ll try my best not to give into societal diction. I may sound a goner but that’s what I am. Perhaps I’m just another 24 year old fool afraid of turning into a 25 year old fool, this coming year.


Jayshree Dhabaria said...
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Anonymous said...

You are a no-nonsense blogger , unlike me !! good dear ...

lost_scotoma said...

Thanks for wasting your time! Truly precaite it. Do try it again! :D