Like the last year, januworry started with the struggle for winning a meagre amount of India vacation. It was eventually won and was well worth it. All the excitement and special memories were part of the package. Getting back to work was like being exposed to a hard februtality; pretending to be working was not so hard though. After the splurging vacation the focus had shifted to balancing my financial boat. But it was unbearably shameful not to spend when the world economy was marching down the south pole. Then it was spring, the buds opened and flowers appeared. Notwithstanding my poor sense of romance, I apriled like a consenting fool. Then there was that memory loss, precisely when I turned 22 again. It was like my may day, a holiday from mental labor. Summer showed up early, making fun of the borders of my calendar. Air conditioner was about to become a juniversal appliance.
I grew suspicious of my normally juliable instincts when things seemed to be just fine but I knew it was temporary. Like that longest solar eclipse that lasted six minutes and 38 seconds. Health concerns started taking over soon and 4-days a week gymming was undertaken in the wake of augusting enthusiasm. It was short lived, of course. Ramazan came along as a savior. Uplifting as it was, I reconciled with the God and made peace with septemper. Knocktober mood was back when I realized the year was approaching an end and I hadn't taken care of its resolutions, whatever they were. As if an apple a year wasn't enough, I made way for both iPhone and MacBook Pro marking the end of knowember. Knowledge anywhere was the intention, seriously. Without any apparent reason I grew impatient to end the year. No wonder I started endecembering by cutting corners everywhere. Versifying, guessuming, eggxaggerating, harmoneying, dreamnunicating, delazying, alienating were some of the other ingredients that contributed to my life's khichdi throughout the year.
Now your favorite part. But (sorry,) I won't serve you a long list of wishes this time. I'll rely on you to get my drift. New year is just a convenient boundary; it could have been any day we wanted. That explains to me why for some it's just another reason for hangover. And why, for some, it's a handy excuse for changeover. Almost.
