Happy New Year

Sitting idle brings despair and gloom

gets nowhere but awaiting doom

why sit doing nothing why not bloom

kicking up joy rather panting in the room

cleaning webs of thoughts with a broom

my heart goes thumping…whom whom...

We are accustomed to so much activity around that just having timing out for a bit longer makes everyone suspicious. 

Nobody believes if anybody can have fun in solitude doing nothing but relishing the moments passing by and recollecting all that went by and all possibilities that awaits.

Roads will be jammed. Lights on the crossings will be long gone and horns will be on, full with people locking horns to reach places which may be as maddening as they are themselves to celebrate eve of New Year or dawn of New Year, whatever it means to different people.

Same day, same moments but different meaning to different people and no meaning to some people.

The cop managing traffic is harried. Hardly bothered whether it’s New Year or old when his salary increment file is still stuck with his boss.

Another cop on duty issuing challans is worried about his ailing kid at home and his pending leave which is overdue for short of staff he’s forced to continue in this chilling cold.

The boy and his younger sibling trying to sell some roses and balloons to the stopping cars trying to make ends meet. His parents on the population addition spree and both the kids are out in cold, laughing heartily on small pranks and glancing to each passenger hoping a prospective customer.

On the sides of roads, there are some fires burning, cooking the meals, may not be enough for all but they have something which will be served to the kids and men, if any of it is left, sticking on the bottom of the pan, it may be the fate for the poor women .

Under the metro pillars, gathering of grey black shadows with cries and chit chats come closer. 

Merriment is going on inside the cars – big, bright cars, oblivious to the surroundings. 

Men, women, girls and boys of all sizes and shapes are on the roads. Engulfed in their own worlds. Their own story to weave around the fire, under the blanket, near the pavement or lying on the roadside.

Nobody needs sympathy.

Yes.

That’s true.

Nobody needs sympathy. 

A pauper may be pitied by a car owner but you look closer. He has a world of his own; where he has his own fantasies, his own dreams, his own comforts and his own miseries just like you and me.

For some, happy new year will be blown with champagne and dance floor because this is the way they know of rejoicing and welcoming dawn of a new year and nothing more than this.

And for some it will be another day to live and die, but still they may not be complaining and seeking sympathy because it’s just a way of life for them and they know nothing more than this.

It's a Happy New Year after all!