a very long post
An interesting welcome to 2007
Monday Jan 1st 2007. Floating on to the new year. A happy new year to the few and roughly the same year for many to be honest
So the usual recommendations to oneself to be a “better person,” to be more “ productive” and to be less of a lightweight at the bar…I assume they will last a good week or two for the normal plebs, but for some of us, it acts as a timely reminder to try and focus on something a bit more positive and to somewhat improve if we can…why we have to do it once the digits change, and the year clicks from a 6 to a 7.
So as I sit with my parents, and fidget endlessly with the phone hoping that I get the text messages from those who I expect, and that one person who you don’t expect but kind of want.. I take a look around the room and see where I will be spending the first hours of a new year of my quarter of a century plus one year…
It’s a dinner with the family, my aunt and uncle and a random but pleasant couple. I get a good seat at the end of table. why do I have no texts, or phone calls, and what am I doing drinking tap water on new years eve. …
Then the realisation come, a new era is indeed being born (play with me here on the over dramatic side of things!!) Not as important and the discovery of certain amenities or the end of civil wars, but on a micro level, important for me…I like being alone. The phone gets discarded on the table, under the plate of prawn dumplings. My mum actually has a conversation with me which does not involve her dismay for my passion for the far east. My aunt proceeds to get drunk on red wine. It might seem like a scene from goodness gracious meets the royle family, but at the end of the day, it is a family and not many people have what we have…to be honest, with dad in hospital for the next week or two with this major operation, and my brother leaving for Singapore to yet again travel, work and play , its going to be an interesting bonding experience with me and my mum…two very different apples indeed!
So after a year of studying, passing and failing exams, the switch of loyalties from Japan to China, being witness to one of the most beautiful weddings I have been to, and trying to balance my bank account with the burden of travelling and an overpriced square room with a tiny window, I look to the new year with a dad in hospital, brother in a far away country, a very sensitive, and yet lovable mum, and myself, still one year lost in not doing something I want…and still one year left to decide on what I want to do…
Ok what happened to a light hearted introduction to write something with a little wit and humour. This has to stop. I should bring back another lovely rendition of the CA magazine or even better show you some absurd objective that I have for the year…
To write a travel book for the accountant. The amount of places that I have seen have been as exotic as ” “Battle”, which is aptly named thus due to 1066 battle. I remember the hotel, more of a mansion, which was adjacent to a lovely wood. So out goes Amit, thinking , a crisp jog before work would be perfect. Get the brain cells working in order to tick those important accounts! 10 minutes into the jog, I hear the distant sound of a few dogs barking. Slowly but surely the noise gets closer and more frantic, and so does my jogging. It turns into a fast sprint and I have the feeling that today’s hunt involves mixed Indian stew, fresh with the sweat and some fallen leaves. I rush, a bland word to describe the panic I was in. I jumped from one hard path of mud to another, to make sure that I didn’t lose my footing or a shoe in the sticky dirt.
I ploughed head first through the leaves and the thorns and hands acting as my machete, I chopped my way to the stairs that lead to the main entrance. I pass the windows of the dining area, and catch a glimpse of my colleague having his calorie free diet fry up. I jump the full flight of stairs, and land smoothly as any bollywood stunt man would do on the pebbled car park. I run across the park way, with the sounds of the barking ever closer. I do what I should never have done and forever regret…I turned around, and I saw a brown white blur of something coming towards me. Freaked out now, to get away from this Predator, I fumble in my pocket for the key and slam the door shut behind me, only with a few seconds to spare.
The clawing is immediate and the barking turns to growling. Then after two minutes or so, silence. I look outside through the window, panting, and there are two cocker spaniels, (the same ones who played dead two days ago and wanted a serious belly rubbing)..two words…right plonker
All they wanted was another rub…
Anyway I guess you had to be there to find this idiotic story amusing. Or maybe I still lack the capability of making something on paper sound alive…
Its time to sleep now, for tomorrow the working belt starts grinding again, I have to chomp down onto the slave factory for some more zombie style work…Though I think my mind will be on other things, like my dads operation…Good luck to him
Monday Jan 1st 2007. Floating on to the new year. A happy new year to the few and roughly the same year for many to be honest
So the usual recommendations to oneself to be a “better person,” to be more “ productive” and to be less of a lightweight at the bar…I assume they will last a good week or two for the normal plebs, but for some of us, it acts as a timely reminder to try and focus on something a bit more positive and to somewhat improve if we can…why we have to do it once the digits change, and the year clicks from a 6 to a 7.
So as I sit with my parents, and fidget endlessly with the phone hoping that I get the text messages from those who I expect, and that one person who you don’t expect but kind of want.. I take a look around the room and see where I will be spending the first hours of a new year of my quarter of a century plus one year…
It’s a dinner with the family, my aunt and uncle and a random but pleasant couple. I get a good seat at the end of table. why do I have no texts, or phone calls, and what am I doing drinking tap water on new years eve. …
Then the realisation come, a new era is indeed being born (play with me here on the over dramatic side of things!!) Not as important and the discovery of certain amenities or the end of civil wars, but on a micro level, important for me…I like being alone. The phone gets discarded on the table, under the plate of prawn dumplings. My mum actually has a conversation with me which does not involve her dismay for my passion for the far east. My aunt proceeds to get drunk on red wine. It might seem like a scene from goodness gracious meets the royle family, but at the end of the day, it is a family and not many people have what we have…to be honest, with dad in hospital for the next week or two with this major operation, and my brother leaving for Singapore to yet again travel, work and play , its going to be an interesting bonding experience with me and my mum…two very different apples indeed!
So after a year of studying, passing and failing exams, the switch of loyalties from Japan to China, being witness to one of the most beautiful weddings I have been to, and trying to balance my bank account with the burden of travelling and an overpriced square room with a tiny window, I look to the new year with a dad in hospital, brother in a far away country, a very sensitive, and yet lovable mum, and myself, still one year lost in not doing something I want…and still one year left to decide on what I want to do…
Ok what happened to a light hearted introduction to write something with a little wit and humour. This has to stop. I should bring back another lovely rendition of the CA magazine or even better show you some absurd objective that I have for the year…
To write a travel book for the accountant. The amount of places that I have seen have been as exotic as ” “Battle”, which is aptly named thus due to 1066 battle. I remember the hotel, more of a mansion, which was adjacent to a lovely wood. So out goes Amit, thinking , a crisp jog before work would be perfect. Get the brain cells working in order to tick those important accounts! 10 minutes into the jog, I hear the distant sound of a few dogs barking. Slowly but surely the noise gets closer and more frantic, and so does my jogging. It turns into a fast sprint and I have the feeling that today’s hunt involves mixed Indian stew, fresh with the sweat and some fallen leaves. I rush, a bland word to describe the panic I was in. I jumped from one hard path of mud to another, to make sure that I didn’t lose my footing or a shoe in the sticky dirt.
I ploughed head first through the leaves and the thorns and hands acting as my machete, I chopped my way to the stairs that lead to the main entrance. I pass the windows of the dining area, and catch a glimpse of my colleague having his calorie free diet fry up. I jump the full flight of stairs, and land smoothly as any bollywood stunt man would do on the pebbled car park. I run across the park way, with the sounds of the barking ever closer. I do what I should never have done and forever regret…I turned around, and I saw a brown white blur of something coming towards me. Freaked out now, to get away from this Predator, I fumble in my pocket for the key and slam the door shut behind me, only with a few seconds to spare.
The clawing is immediate and the barking turns to growling. Then after two minutes or so, silence. I look outside through the window, panting, and there are two cocker spaniels, (the same ones who played dead two days ago and wanted a serious belly rubbing)..two words…right plonker
All they wanted was another rub…
Anyway I guess you had to be there to find this idiotic story amusing. Or maybe I still lack the capability of making something on paper sound alive…
Its time to sleep now, for tomorrow the working belt starts grinding again, I have to chomp down onto the slave factory for some more zombie style work…Though I think my mind will be on other things, like my dads operation…Good luck to him
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