The sweat glands are working overtime. The nervous twitches return at infrequent intervals. The eyes smart. The fingers are constantly looking for something to twirl and the acidity is just settling in. It happens every year at this time. And it is normally in reaction to a seemingly innocent question."What you doing this new year?"
I don't know. Last year I went to Goa and walked for four hours on the sand trying to get to some club. It was probably the worst experience I have had since trying a pair of Lycra Women's Jeans at Pantaloons. The sand was cold, my feet felt heavy and there were times when I was seriously contemplating my life as a plank. When we finally reached the destination there was complete silence from the group. We stared in awe at the 'club'. It was a like an Udupi joint on steroids; with extended families of gujjus on plastic chairs thrown in for the complete psychadelic effect.
It took us 800 bucks to get to another restaurant a couple of miles down the road. We brought in the new year talking about completely unnecessary things over plates of cold food and warm beer.
Singularly, I cannot remember any New Year's Party that I am proud of. But the week after is even worse. Everyone comes back with colourful stories of how they went skinny dipping with stupid American exchange students or got drunk in exotic locales. And all I have is a story of a long walk.
This year I am determined to change things. Though the plans aren't in place yet, I am looking around for some American exchange students to dunk in a river.
Might not be as easy as you think. They seem to be more interested in campus politics nowadays.
3 comments:
The New Year's Eve is not abt Where Tilu, it is indeed about Who ? I would suggest this year, plan to get together with me, Minal and Debu and Goa will rock !
sounds like a plan. that's why i like it. and am scared of it as well.
"It was probably the worst experience I have had since trying a pair of Lycra Women's Jeans at Pantaloons"
dude, that's funny. yes i like to randomly read people's blogs. you have to be a voyeur to be a writer, no? only i'm not cool enough to pretend i didn't just like someone else's work.
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