Blah-ing Over A New Year

Date: 01.01.2008
Time: 00:38 a.m.

So, well, here comes 2008. Oh wait, it has already arriveth. And I’ve been laughing my head off while reading Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy. The book — a ‘totally remarkable book that sells a lot better than Encyclopedia Galactica’ and also has ‘DON’T PANIC printed in large friendly letters on its cover’ is the best cure for depression there ever was. As I’ve successfully laughed my way into the new year, I can hope that there will be reasons enough for me to laugh some more in the future.

It’s a lot like last year. I’ve counted the minutes up to midnight while reading a book, I can hear those inconsiderate happy people bursting fireworks outside, I am too lazy to get off my arse, go to the tiny cage of a balcony and watch, and I am still alive and breathing (which is not too surprising seeing that I’m not that old) … however, there are a few very subtle differences, oh yes. If I pause solemnly and decide to take stock of my life, I shall find much to be mirthful about.

For one, I can actually occupy my bed (on which I am sitting and writing right now). Till, say, the middle of last year, my room … well, the only inhabitable part of it was probably the floor. Now, well, although it is far from spotlessly tidy by Mummy-standards, it is decent enough. And I don’t feel like sleeping anywhere else.

I’ve also entered the new year in an amused frame of mind, feeling highly tickled by the antics of the human race in general, some aliens and some artificial intelligence. So, I would say that it is a jolly good thing for a person as morbid as I. Moreover, while carrying out another one of those slightly eccentric (slightly, mind you) conversations with myself, I realised that I have no reason to act mad. The mad, I reasoned, do not need to act. So, all is well and I am satisfied.

Another very prominently subtle change in my life is that I am writing this entry in purple ink. If my memory serves me right, then the 1st January, 2007 entry was in green. 2007 — it looked pretty on paper, but 2008 looks nice enough too. There isn’t anything major to complain of … yet. I know, I might be having a slight spot of indigestion, but my sore throat is so much better now. In fact, I feel inspired to act as insufferably cheery as the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation Happy Vertical People Transporters.

And now, I am feeling perfectly lazy, so lazy that it is sheer bliss to just recline lazily knowing that I can rule the world if I want to but am too lazy to care and go about doing it. It was fun speaking to a couple of good friends over the phone and then discovering to my joy that the networks were busy while trying to call up other people I felt like wishing the very best for the New Year which was already some minutes old by the Indian Standard Time. I suppose it is the only time that IST is stretched into that, for the telephone networks know exactly when to hitch up text messaging costs and give error reports so that you unwittingly send the same “Happy New Year! xD” message to the same person around thirty times and are charged very generously. It is refreshingly sweet, I know.

In any case, I am in a good mood — not too smiley, yet not a bit weepy, which amounts to my sitting and writing instead of annoying my mother by constantly saying, “I am bored” (a recently developed pastime) or complaining loudly to no one in particular, except perhaps the ever-patient and benevolent walls that I feel like speaking of the fact that small feet just aren’t as good conversationalists as they used to be. Which goes to say, that I just annoyed the hell out of any person reading this by coming up with a perfectly nonsensical sentence that made entirely as much sense as the new concerto put together by a band of nomadic armadillos inside my head.

This would be another subtle yet marked difference from the beginning of last year, when I think I had not been quite so verbose out of sheer nothing. Now, I have made myself bored enough for my hyperactive laziness to kick in and tell me to go curl up and pretend to be dead, which is exactly what I will do right after replacing my purple pen back inside my rather red Spider-man pencil box. Logging out. Three cheers to all the donkeys that learnt cubism!

End: 1:15 a.m.