'I thought at least this year she'll care for us'
'Humans are ruthless. They don't treat us with love and respect'
Just a few things my resolutions tell me. Rather, whisper in my ears.
It's April. The fourth month of 2015. And how have my New Year Resolutions been feeling lately? Left out, malnourished and sad. Course they will be, the charm just lasts that long.
Honestly, I start my fancy resolutions' list by December mid. 'Next year is just going to be so much more productive, healthy and enriching', I often tell myself. I would visualise regular cardio sessions at the gym, being cheerful and active throughout the day at work and giving in more time to things I want to spend more time on. Be it playing the Veena, learning a new language, meeting new people or just delivering what I'd promised. I start with so much energy jotting down all that I want to do this new year. From the clichéd time management to exquisite travel plans. In fact, making the resolution come true itself was a resolution for my cousin. And the usual, never make another resolution was another's. Believe me, the process for some of us is like the Finance Minister charting out the Annual Budget. It is the be-all and end-all.
But, what it really boils down to is something very simple. Can you can simply stick to them for a reasonable amount of time, say, a humble six to seven months. Ironically, that's the tricky part. We look at the bigger picture and miss out on the details. Shift in priorities and time crunches fling our plans out of the window. We're left at the disposal of the same routine in life. Pretty much, we're back to square one. Back to, 'Ay chuck it. Life's unfair. As usual'
'But this year must be different. I really want to make changes, bloke!', you'd hear friends whine. At least I did, on the 30th December 2014. 'Everyday must be something I look forward to, something I thoroughly enjoy'. '2015 is gonna be impactful and hell yeah!'. It all started of with Day 1. January the 1st. Amidst parties and visits to the temple, I did keep up my resolution on that day. I was realistic. Just two simple ones for 2015. Wake up early. Spend at least half and hour doing something different. Music, gym, calling up friends, picking up a book and learning to cook to survive came in this list. Alright alright, I hear you do the 'Ahem, get to the point. Did they happen?'
The first week of January was full thrust. I breathed in and breathed out my resolutions. Admitted, it was indeed a very rewarding experience every time I completed a resolution. The pat on my back post that? Un. Matched. January was truly the champion month.
'Humans are ruthless. They don't treat us with love and respect'
Just a few things my resolutions tell me. Rather, whisper in my ears.
It's April. The fourth month of 2015. And how have my New Year Resolutions been feeling lately? Left out, malnourished and sad. Course they will be, the charm just lasts that long.
Honestly, I start my fancy resolutions' list by December mid. 'Next year is just going to be so much more productive, healthy and enriching', I often tell myself. I would visualise regular cardio sessions at the gym, being cheerful and active throughout the day at work and giving in more time to things I want to spend more time on. Be it playing the Veena, learning a new language, meeting new people or just delivering what I'd promised. I start with so much energy jotting down all that I want to do this new year. From the clichéd time management to exquisite travel plans. In fact, making the resolution come true itself was a resolution for my cousin. And the usual, never make another resolution was another's. Believe me, the process for some of us is like the Finance Minister charting out the Annual Budget. It is the be-all and end-all.
But, what it really boils down to is something very simple. Can you can simply stick to them for a reasonable amount of time, say, a humble six to seven months. Ironically, that's the tricky part. We look at the bigger picture and miss out on the details. Shift in priorities and time crunches fling our plans out of the window. We're left at the disposal of the same routine in life. Pretty much, we're back to square one. Back to, 'Ay chuck it. Life's unfair. As usual'
'But this year must be different. I really want to make changes, bloke!', you'd hear friends whine. At least I did, on the 30th December 2014. 'Everyday must be something I look forward to, something I thoroughly enjoy'. '2015 is gonna be impactful and hell yeah!'. It all started of with Day 1. January the 1st. Amidst parties and visits to the temple, I did keep up my resolution on that day. I was realistic. Just two simple ones for 2015. Wake up early. Spend at least half and hour doing something different. Music, gym, calling up friends, picking up a book and learning to cook to survive came in this list. Alright alright, I hear you do the 'Ahem, get to the point. Did they happen?'
The first week of January was full thrust. I breathed in and breathed out my resolutions. Admitted, it was indeed a very rewarding experience every time I completed a resolution. The pat on my back post that? Un. Matched. January was truly the champion month.
But then, days turned into weeks and routine crept in. Now there're other things to do and resolutions were no longer the new groom in my life. They're, ummm, just there. It wasn't until this blog post that I thought about them, about how I've ignored them.
'Chal yaar, saal bhar hume April fool banati hai', the resolutions spoke to one another.
