Feb 28, 2006

Talking New Year Resolution Blues…

Mine was always to be a good boy. I wanted to brush my teeth and bathe everyday, comb my hair and wear well-ironed clothes, get to college on time and not sleep in class, sit in the library and have some AIR, eat Pillai Uncle’s food three times a day and avoid the Canteen, talk cool with girls, make them laugh and then maybe find myself a partner and roam with her the way so many pairs in HNLU do. I wanted to wear my jeans below my buttocks, be real cool, build some muscles and dance at parties. I wanted to ask long doubts in class, submit projects on time, give moot courts, attend snap tests and finally be an 8 point something.
That was a tall order. But my rock hard will told me I could do it. That was the 31st December, any year since I came to HNLU. Come New Year’s Day and I would take an exception, because excessive partying on the previous night left me with too much of a hangover to put into action any of mine resolutions. Jan 2nd was to be the shubh avsar for starting with my New Year Resolutions. Too much sleep the previous day meant I couldn’t sleep any that night and it was morning before I finally slept. No worry, there’s a whole year ahead. My lucky number the next day – Jan 3rd, I wake up early morning and go for a jog. I’d read somewhere that jogging early in the morning, makes one healthy, wealthy and wise. That was convenient. All the things I wanted to be, in one package. I find out that January is not the best time in the year to go for a jog. It’s bloody cold any morning. I come back with a horrible cold and slight temperature that renders me invalid for the next few days. It’s time for some compromise. Compromise is acceptable as long as the ultimate goal of becoming a good boy is not compromised. This jogging early morning thing does more harm than good to the good boy.
Having thus resolved the first threat to the resolutions, I concentrate the weight of my solid will towards the others and find myself awake at 8:00am on a very cold mid-January day. There’s a fight going on in the room. Everybody wants to bathe first and that too in hot water. Obscenities flit around my ear, and it hurts me to see my friends fighting. I decide I had no reason to put in a bad word, and resolve to wait till everyone has bathed, and in the meanwhile get some sleep also. You see, at 10 minutes each for my six roommates, I had at least an hour.
I wake with a start and look around to find a time-piece showing 11:30. Tomorrow… I told myself. There’s always tomorrow. I bathed in the night that day so that I wouldn’t have to bathe in the morning. That worked out fine. I got to college on time for Prof. Ajappa’s class. The class was jurisprudence and we were trying to nail the term onto a wall for clarity. But jurisprudence was one slippery term, which deftly avoided any definition leaving a trail of unsuccessful philosophers in its wake. I dozed off. Jairam’s bell woke me up, just as the venerable professor concluded his quest declaring that jurisprudence could not be defined.
Then came the days when there were no classes at all. That was cruel, I tell you. God knows how hard it was to sleep after a bath in the night when everybody else is watching some colored movie and then to wake up early morning, brush your teeth, comb your hair and catch the bus before it disappeared in a cloud of dust and then to fight the soft seductions of the computer lab and actually get to class just as your roll number was being called, only to get involved in a losing battle with my old friend, sleep. After all this when you have no class it kills your spirit. Mine was only too willing to die. Sometimes there was class only in the 3rd hour and my dying spirit couldn’t bear waiting for that hour to come. I trashed them resolutions sometime February.


That’s the sad tale of how I ended up not bathing, brushing, combing or ironing any day. That’s how I never did get to college on time, slept when I got there and missed my snap tests and adjourned infinitely my moot court appearances and was well shy of 8 point by the time the year ended. I have explanations for the other failures too. I never got to the library because whenever I went there everybody would stare at me in amazement, their eyes enquiring whether I had not missed the earlier turn to the computer lab. I never got about talking with any girls in the first place, to even think about the happily ever after. About Pillai Uncle’s food… I’m sure I’m not the only failure.
All you folks must be thinking what a dirty, lazy, pessimistic fellow this guy is. For you I’ll tell you, I did achieve some success. I successfully avoided the canteen, thanks to a four-figure against my name on the door. I don’t visit that part of the University anymore. Anyway, this year I’ve optimized my Resolutions and decided to start last week of December so that I’ll be well settled in time for New Year. Then I’ll do all those things I said I’d do and tell you all good folks about it next year. I’ll need your prayers! Happy New Year!

P.S. I wrote this one for the New Year Resolution Competition at HNLU. They didn't give away any prizes because there were only two participants. Tough luck!

11 comments:

naveen said...

nice posting!! really cool 1... My resolution was not 2 take a new year resolution!! And i am succesful all these years!! By the way.. have u studied in BVB trivandrum?? the name is familiar!! if yes...try 2 remember me...i was in ur class!!

sandeep said...

My first instant reaction...Ha Ha Ha...It was a great post. Seriously, amazing performance. Even I had a tension of projects and memorials but I went through your post two times. I really liked it. Specially, those january winter, sleeping part, excuse for not taking your bath etc. It was very good and I hope that u'll get your NIKKI...my dear friend NEIL.

blah_blah_blogger said...

What a shocker...for all your failures, you at least remember your resolutions...I am worse

DARREN FLETCHER said...

Hi neeli nice work....Da we have started a new movie site named www.indianvillage.tk....I would dearly need your help to bolster the Reviews section in our forum......I hope u dont mind...The business terms can be talked in private..Ur writing is awesom dude..Adn please do see this as a recognition....DO come to our site and post replies...Your RDB review is already there...We have a universal audience and ur writing could reach out more....Cheers

Neil Padayatty said...

@naveen - thanks! yup, same guy. haven't changed much, don't you think so?

@sandeep - nikki! can't wait for that day. hope you also get your sikki!

@blah_blah- ya. i'm the enlightened lazy guy. Proud to be lazy!

@darren - i do see it as a recognition. I yearn for your critical approval. i've always!

JP said...

neil, your resolutions are 'real' and thats why you probably didnt get the prize since (perhaps) the judges wanted 'ideal' and not 'real'. this is the hard reality of our sytem. nice blog.

Reshma said...

i've been reading ur blogs for quite sometime now.must say...pretty impressed! infact i even to the extent of introducng my friends to ur page. but there is something tht all of us(me nd my frnds) find difficult to digest. evrybody is singing ur praises..neil tht.. neil this!now c'mon..im sure there's something bad abt u also.whenevr possible pls post a blog on 'the bad side of neil'.

Arun Rahim said...

hey neil.. i m arun rahim .. an old bvb mate... stumbled into ur blog only to find a neil that i had never known for those 2 long years at bvb.. u rock man.. ur writing is just fantastic to say the very least .. keep up the good work and do keep in touch ..tc
ps : i m shayana's cousin if u dont remember me ..

Adarsh A. Varghese said...

hey post somethin man! i managed to post smthin jus for the sake of it so that i would get into the groove of bloogin again!

yossarian said...

I am sure we are brother blogs .Also you are in law and a scorpio .Both same as me .Good man we shall keep visiting each others blogs .

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