rains ...rains ..n more rains...i hope my writing shall be excused here on the account of rains , if at all. by the way, did it snow in shimla as yet ! ( i m asking 20 since he is most potent recipient n most likely to reply ..lol) whats happening guys. (rest of us ?)anything to share about the coming year. i guess, we r past that point where the new year 2011 or 2068 makes any difference to us. We shall get up lousily, or may even leave our teeth unbrushed, skip the bath even for it is far too cold, n might continue to wear the same old dress we wore yesterday to bed. ( since most of us r having holidays, so it might be that u ve the same set of clothes which u put on quite some time back..hehe ) so nothing new anywhere..same old house n family to greet, same bed to get up from n same chores to do, same smiles to fake , similar fb activity, status updates n friend requests..hah !..and even for those, who might have partied the umpteenth time , ended up fully turbo boozed, coming home late at night, n Forcibly snuggled into bed, with maybe one shoe hanging unceremoniously on ur toe..whats new guys..nothing is new ...but for this change on the Julean Calender which pokes out on ur face..I M the new year...u r such a loser..why don't u get up n ring up some of ur friends n relatives or in some really sick old way , greet ur 'undesirables' through sms...or maybe leave a lines or two on orkut or fb..so this new year sucks as all the other years.. except forthose , who r expecting kids ! i remember even while at school, how much i hated those guys who sucked up in front of TV to usher into the year..this wishing new year sucks all the more guys. Let me recall a small anecdote from dharampur. Now this dharampur is a small place with hardly any sizeable crowd. shops r numbered. hang-outs not in the imagination of natives. Most people have their ideas of a party in daaru n meat. there r five raw meat selling butcher shops in the distance of 100 mts, with the 'bakra' ( excuse me jerry, this was unavoidable !) hanging upside down on a peg n only the tuft of his tail visible on the top of a while clothwrap. The villagae cum town folks simpletons. Of ourse, i love the place for its laid-back lifestyle n accomodation rent ( 700rs for a two room set !) n of course, rustic rural peace. But i could not have been left without the stung of modernity. This nasty business of wishing Happy New Year n stuff. So, there is little thin emaciated nieghbour i have, very pale and very nasal in voice,whose husband is JE around . This poor creature is very bashful, reserved and n i have never talked to her before in my life. So on the morning of 25th , i m still there waiting for the vacation to start. Its a holiday.I move from the stairs to the slab of my room to enjoy some sun, with a book in hand , in my trek n cap. She hears my footsteps or something n i hear the creaking of her door. " Happy Christmas Bhaiji" she goes before her husband butts in ," kya lagi ri bolna Happy ni Merry christma hoan". I move on to the roof n i throw my novel away ,laughing at this absurdity which westernisation has brought upon.