Time for a happy new year post.
First of all, I don’t even understand what the big deal about a new year really is. As a kid I used to love the first week of the year because dadi would change the calendars on our kitchen wall, but now, it’s become just that, the changing of a calendar. Sure, there’s a wild party every year, but that’s only because people in my country need (yet) another occasion to get together and get wasted.
Resolutions, one might say. Really? My resolutions are a joke. They’re born out of sheer drunkenness and make no sense whatsoever. Don’t believe me?
In 1996, I decided I would start learning Kathak (an Indian classical dance). I didn’t.
In 2000, I decided I would do more charity. No money. Ever.
In 2003, I decided I would start eating healthy. You know how that one works out for everyone.
In 2006 I decided I wouldn’t ever marry and remain single and have an exciting life. I was married two months later. You also know how that one worked out.
In 2008, while I was still married, I decided I would start learning to dance. My bones were too old and crumbly for Kathak, but just about anything else would work! I went to a dance school for two months and still call myself a danseuse. And I didn’t even learn ballet.
In 2011, I decided to start paying more attention to my health, read more, focus on my career. I did all that, but only after a painful separation from the then-husband, which basically reversed all the progress I’d made.
Oh, and last year I decided I was done with relationships, but I went and found myself a boyfriend instead.
So if I were to say this year, hey, I’m never getting married, I might actually end up married in less than a year.
So I will just keep things simple. I will write in the first person, like I did this post.
Ha! Your move, kismet!