se7en

another calendar year has come to an end. 12 leaves of pages thrown away, now consigned to being covers of books, to be into the make-do parcels for 100 grams of sugar or a handful of nuts and spices. new glossier gods adorn the walls, a new 12 pages rule the roost for the next 365 days. new decisions are made wanting to herald and new you, yet again. a generation of young bloods wasting away their night, swaying to something called music. … another sleepless night for an already sleep deprived generation.

thousands of dollars flowing for a day that  has no significance - nature wise or otherwise. just like celebrating your birthday, just one day and you are already 365 days old in bones. not understanding that moments melt away every moment. as they say, its all in the head.

for all its worth and since its the norm - wishing you happy, joyous, peaceful, wealthy and rollicking 2007. lets hope we bring more warmongers to justice and possibly hang them too (no, im not talking about saddam),  have less of natural disasters playing havoc and hope the bubble doesnt burst anytime soon.


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