Sunday, January 2, 2011

Beneath the New Year

We have crossed a milestone, one more year in the book of years passed. And we are happy, not because of the New Year, but because we could get rid of the previous year. A year, which was getting quite tough on us. Our dreams were not seeing the light of the day, our hopes were hopeless and our prayers were unheard. Now in the New Year we have new hopes; new dreams; and new goals.
This year we would like to solace ourselves that we would see less of tears, less of blood, and less of pain.
This year we would wipe the dirt off the mirror and like to see our world and our people better. A new leash of trust needs to be there for the crumbling friendships to get rejuvenated, and a new leash of confidence needs to be there to look deep down within ourselves to rinse us off our foibles.
Though the New Year is about new beginnings, but we must not forget the incomplete tasks that were also new, someday in the past. The sheen of newness of this year will fall pale if we fail to complete the incomplete works of last year. The castle of the New Year will be stronger only if the cornerstone is made up of the past experiences.
The New Year is about soaring aspirations and about sprinkling stars on them. It is also about stealing happiness from the hullabaloo of life and securing a serene moment. It makes sense that the New Year also cares about, among other mundane wishes, staying away from making the nature wither.
The pyrotechnics of the New Year is only worthwhile when it lights up the eyes that are brimming with gloom; when it illuminates the soul that is teeming with despondency; and when it rekindles an emotion called humanity that is grappling with utter anarchy.

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