Change. Yet another one. Another year has passed and the twenty-first century is a decade old, and that’s all, an excuse enough to spend the papery material in your wallet (or your friend’s one, maybe!). Anyways, considering the blurred sarcasm its too philosophical a viewpoint and the world now is not in a mood to consider it, furthermore even I don’t care, so better not emphasize it.

            31^st December is something of a kind. Crowded pavements. Colorful dresses. Prevailing smiles, laughter and a tinge of curses (directed to the mobile network service providers for their tricky way of income, popularly known as ‘blackouts’) fill the lower atmosphere of the earth.

With a comparatively silent morning, the evenings sound loud with the sound systems waking up with the ‘blockbusters’ dominating every neighborhood. The streets become busier and the inter-car spaces reduce. Parking lots fill. Club-doors open to allow the raring and ecstasy-seeking crowd to enter. The music roars ad the dance floor heats up as the clock approaches 00:00.

The parks see the vacation-spending teenagers in a search of fun, food stalls and the good-looking members of the opposite gender. Their lips move to utter ‘resolutions’ which, as universally known, last for a day or two, or with rare chances occurrence, if only the individual is humiliated for any of his un-accepted feature/s, last for a month and even a rarer portion of the mentioned rarity actually change, change for a life-time. But why change? We are born individuals. Why not maintain that individual-ity? Why force oneself to undergo a state of transition? Be it the flaw o the good-thing, they are what constitutes ‘me’ and defines ‘I’. This does sound awkward, but give it a thought, and then will you come to know the significance, if you don’t, then your mind lies much in the amateur level.

The evening then steps aside and night follows in. Countdown starts. Wrist watches, wall clocks and every other time-keeper attracts much attention than what they usually do.

30mins. 20mins. 10mins. The audio part of the big-world faces an upsurge. 5mins. 1min. 5…4…3…2…1…Blast! Rockets, crackers loud cries and every such other audible element signify a new start. Moonlight gets hidden with the man-made lighting dominating the dark blue stretch above the heads of the apparently new earthlings. The best possible mix of the year is disc-ed to life by the humans with names like – DJ<name> and the party freaks, who now appear as if they have consumed multiple cans of ‘energy drinks’, beat their feet more hardly on the club-floors with almost rhythmic aggressive jerks of their body.

Sms’es arrive. Friends call, and I, as contrived, regret the fact that I couldn’t be the one to dial the number first. On the phone some say about their ‘brand-new’ resolutions, some specify their current out-of-home location   (quite a number of times) and the others speak off their unsuccessful resolutions till date and the reasons in brief (because they even undergo the ‘blackout’ session). Relatives, surprisingly the ones who sleep 2hours before the day changes, call up to wish happy-ness throughout the year, might be because they don’t know what modern education constitutes.

The earth illuminates in the darkness spat by Night, so much that the aliens wonder in their own languages, “What’s going on there?”, and just if the earth-dwellers could hear it, with their present conditions of activated adrenaline, they would have roared loud a “Happy New Year”!

Sitting in front of a set of methods to do mathematics, it never felt like this before…..I had much interest in solving mathematical matters……..may be because it was easier doing it in std.X……maybe the test papers were the easiest……whatever it was I did not have this negative devotion against the subject before……..it wasn’t so……sleep never came to my eyes when they were on digits and operators……….took science because it was, to me, something practical, something obvious, interesting, the last adjective being the focal reason…….however it has turned out to be a chain of mishaps…nowadays it doesn’t matter if my mark sheet will contain 80s and 90s corresponding to the subject……but what matters is whether there will be some red-colored disaster on it……..there was a time(not that ‘long long ago’ one) when in X I longed for that ‘screen’-ed device incorporated with keys on striking which solutions to great(they aren’t now) time spending sums could be done in times which we now represent as (dt), ‘calci’ my ‘new school’ mates term it, to be on my examination desk, but now even that doesn’t work.

Just too great…….too great a force , rather multiple forces working on a desolate mind…….truly, the transformation of ‘F’(force) to ‘Fnet’(net force) has seen its application not only in our 5cm. thick books but also into our ‘almost filled up’ soft disc drives. Defragmentation needed!!!!!!!!!

“Leave it!!!!!!!” That’s what it has come to!!! To console my tattered mind, this is the only thing left……..from Mr. Heisenberg to my old mate Newton, no one is damn left to setup inelastic collisions against me. Uncertainty fills my life as well as my chemistry book!!!!!!!

After facing all these unexpected blows from a boxer called ‘studies’, I do resolute to withstand them and set forth revenge……….but I ‘thought’ of this last month even but my super-cool eyesight made me view the cushy bed in front of me…..I withdrew……withdrew my 10minutes old ‘resolution’ and did lie down to find myself taking an unadulterated ‘revenge’……….but that alas was a dream!!!!!!!!!!!

After about a year of creating my ‘blog-site’, at last it feels gr8 2 gt ready to ‘click’ da ‘post blog’ button………….bt still da interval between strtin to write the blog and doin da ‘afore(rather before)said’ task……….its tough to find smthin to write…especially wen u find urself wanting to write a blog(knowin da fact dat ur wit is dumped under a graveyard), bt still an unidentified(rather ‘not to be mentioned’) inspiration ignites the flame(it ws tough creatin dis phrase) under ur fingers(nt literally for dumbos) which incidentally gves a massive ‘net force’ whch turns out to be infinitely greater dan the frictional force applied by the bad thoughts of ur immature image in the field of postin blogs, and finally displaces ur finger with altenative acceleration and retardation as far as the keyboard’s frame of reference is concerned…..physics did this……..nt me……..bt finally chemistry comes in the play nd ur eyes are dragged towards the NaCl placed on Al accompanied wth a spicy odour………nd biology helps u to identify da aroma of Sinapis alba oiled wth Tenualosa ilisha, finally physics(again) mkes u do no wrk evn wen u lift urself up frm ur ‘computer-facing’ chair……..nd u stare fr a few minutes twards da black letters….finally u click da button markin ur destination……nd u apparently pat urself fr writin 1443 characters in ur “frst blog post”….whch da guy u see as u stnd in frnt of da mirror consider as a ‘blog’!!!!!!!!! nd u giggle……... “no more”, u say nd try to concerntrate on da Al plate…..whch ultimately pulls da curtain over the blooming wsh of writin a “blog”.....leavin u regrettin fr da kiddy title nd da borin use of, as they say("who says" is a gd question)'sms language' !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;-)