It is the last day of 2019. Whatsapp groups are spammed by “Happy New Year” images, beauty salons have introduced the so-called heaviest discounts on beauty services and e-commerce websites are flashing the “Now or Never” sale banners on their home page. The buzz in the town about the new-year is overwhelming. I feel an urge to indulge myself in the festivity, not because I want to spend my 31st dancing to the latest Bollywood songs, but because a voice inside me alerts me that spending my New Year’s eve doing things that I do on any other regular day could be a sign that I am becoming old at heart.
I would not be wrong in saying that my New-Year eve celebration is pretty much same every year. Unlike the millennial who spend their New Year’s eve partying and counting seconds to the New Year, I stay at home, watch the award-shows and the dance performances of TV celebrities. Like every year, I revel in the multiple delicacies prepared by my mother and at the strike of 12, the whole family exchanges warm wishes with each other for the next year and perform a small puja.
I would not be wrong in saying that my New-Year eve celebration is pretty much same every year. Unlike the millennial who spend their New Year’s eve partying and counting seconds to the New Year, I stay at home, watch the award-shows and the dance performances of TV celebrities. Like every year, I revel in the multiple delicacies prepared by my mother and at the strike of 12, the whole family exchanges warm wishes with each other for the next year and perform a small puja.
As I switch to News-channels and watch flashing videos of fireworks from different countries celebrating the eve in their own unique ways, I wonder what is it about the New Year that makes the world celebrate its arrival? Many people would agree that 2019 was just like any another year in their life. The entire world has been celebrating the New-Year’s eve since ages. I wonder if the people dancing in the club on the New Year’s-eve know the fact that they are celebrating the arrival day of Feast of Circumcision of Jesus Christ.
Anyway, my day ends with a slight
excitement of 1st January, as if it would bring a marginal change in
my otherwise routine life.
There is something about the end
of the year that I would still celebrate them. I realized this a few days ago, as
I scrolled through my google photos library to see the chronologically
organized photos which made me reminiscent of some bittersweet memories of 2019.
I saw myself with people whom I no longer talk to. I saw screenshots of the
chats and memes that I saved back then to share with my friends. The photos of those
beautiful scenic views which took my breath away one year ago do not overwhelm
me any more. I realised that without making it too apparent, 2019 changed me
and my life in small ways. And though I have no control over the next year, I look
forward to the changes, for a true life is incomplete without such tiny changes.
