This New Year's celebration was pretty simple and straightforward - Absolut vodka coupled with run of the mill Chinese food and some good company together with a self-created Youtube playlist. Some unexplained fire-work display from the top of the parking garage right next to my building which looked like the pic below only added to the glitter.
The fact that I slept off a couple of hours before midnight makes the entire charade look either stupid or outright convenient. Whatever be the case, when I woke up on the first day of 2013, I did feel that the new year was afoot and that made the night before worthwhile.
Time and again I am reminded of the new year celebrations which I had back in the days when things were a lot simpler, life was a little less complicated and worries were not mine to own. It was the age when the cold drink was thought to be the elixir of life. The very act of drinking that sweetened carbonated drink (this knowledge came much later in life) was some sort fertile territory achieved at the end of intense psychological warfare. It was nothing less than a hostage negotiation where there were many things promised in return of that orange flavored drink. All said and done on the night of 31st Dec it had to be Me, the Orange Drink and the TV.
As the TV would begin churning the 'unforgettable moments' of the year gone by, be it songs, movies etc, glass after glass of that Orange Drink was devoured one sip at a time. Not to forget that each time the bottle containing the Orange Drink was religiously returned back to the refrigerator lest it lose its 'coolness'. In the building where 3 friends lived one on top of other, each one would shout out to the others enquiring as to how much of the elixir each one still had. For the friends had decided to have the last sip together albiet in their own living rooms but watching the same program on TV (not that there was an option, cable TV had not invaded us yet). Even after such care, each year there was this one friend who managed to let some be for the day after and draw ire from the others the next day. All said and done, it was always worth the trouble, for he was then having the elixir when no one else was having it and that made him feel like God!
Years have rolled on since, and will continue to roll on but Me, the Orange drink and the TV will remain forever hidden as a memory - to be remembered, to be fondly cherished!
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