Thinkin' on your stomach.

For self, the ushering in of the New Year has always been a wonderfully built excuse to erase wrongdoings and in general, the erratic nature of the past. Then one waits for the entire year to go by, watching it with all its resplendent laziness and irregularity. Whoever wrote about the lack of time to 'stand and stare' definitely didn't have me in mind.

So its that time of the year when we make resolutions. Big and grand, small and petty, ambitious and focussed. Its indeed a momentous occasion when everybody gets (yet) another chance to start afresh.

Ok, down with all the pessimism; I can sense that this year is going to be different. Not to be left out, I have my share of resolutions.

I shall (flourish of trumpet...)

 

1. Not be over-ambitious or greedy this year.

2. Be more systematic.

3. Maintain that prized buoyancy in life.

4. Not be a sore loser.

5. Be patient.

6. Be less evil. :)

7. Work at working hard.

 

There. One year from now, I shall either be a contended man, or (god forbid) be posting this all over again.

Quite a 'hiatus', yet again, yes. But like the Stranger in a Strange Land (ala Heinlein's book and Exodus 2:22),I have plenty of stories to tell.

I've been travelling, to say the least. A jolly ride very much through the length and breadth of India, starting under the sweltering heat of the Deccan sun in Hyderabad to the warm,humid and culture-heavy capital of Bengal and from there to Delhi where temperatures dipped to a near-freezing Six Degrees and then on to that weird, esoteric city of Bangalore, whose people and places I can never understand, and finally back to self's home state which Vivekananda (Swami, if you like) famously chose to call 'a lunatic asylum'. There, that sounds like a classic weatherman's report.

All in all, a judicious mix of reckless fun and invaluable lessons.