Happy New Year...Yawn

Happy New Year...Yawn
Nischint Sohal

DECEMBER 28: Why, you ask? Such an impertinent question. It's simple and very elementary my dear whats-in-a-name... I have to spend money.

My accursed birthday was on November 26th. And I have a best friend who happens to have very expensive tastes and prefers it if I pay, even if she is the one to be treating me to lunch.

Next comes my girlfriend whose birthday is on December 13. Then there's Christmas and finally the New Year. Four events. I have work for a long hard month here at CY just to get a lousy pay-cheque.

I take money from my Dad. Yes, I am 19 and I realize all of you probably think I'm a loser becoz I borrow the money. But that's my personal life which just happens to be none of your damn business.

A budget of only 300 bucks for the New Millennium. Just three notes of 100 rupee denomination to drink, smoke, travel, party and not to mention I have to go to my girl's house at midnight so that she can think I love her.

Plus my best friend who'll probably demand that I join her at the USClub which invariably means wearing formal clothes and being very polished, using etiquette to impress nubile nymphets. I don't think so. It may prove that I'm no longer a boy but a bonafide certified and legal man. However, it's better being a wild boy in the woods than Tarzan in the City, posing as a mortal.

Since men (and boys alike) have very way-laid plans, I may decide to ring in the New Year by no celebration at all, travelling all through the night everywhere in Mumbai city, eyeing everyone suspiciously, telling them that I am the brethren of Satan and I have come to kick some millennium butt. That sounds like a plan.