New Year’s Eve is a trouble

It has been long since I published a post, but the blame goes to the holiday season. As the Christmas spirit gets a nudge, my house gets jam-packed with family members oozing out of every room. Cousins fly down from all over the world, the kitchen pantry gets overloaded with fattening goodies, cameras keep flashing in every corner of the house and you can hear my squeaky laugh from six blocks down the road. This is my version of happy holidays.

But that is when all the merriment shifts from Christmas mode to New Year’s Eve planning. Terror.

I have to confess that the yearly turn-over of the calendar to the New Year is my favourite time of the year. There is a joy of a new number, a new beginning and a reprieve from the completion of 365 days. This is the time when people share their retrospectives on the year’s celebrity deaths, natural disasters and favourite movie releases. There are some who even manifest a futuristic vision for their country. The next day’s newspaper is filled with predictions for each star sign (Yes! I read them religiously and actually note down my “lucky months” with their “lucky colours”).

But before all that, what happens the night before? Are you one of those who blow a noisemaker alone in your apartment and crash before midnight? Or are you the kind who does a round of shots as the clock strikes 12? As for me – I am none of those. I am the confused variety who spends the New Year with family in front of the idiot box and subsequently watch the countdown on it. Alas!

I find New year’s eve planning incredibly pressurising. It is troublesome. It is a pain in all the wrong places. So even if it a new year, a new digit, a fresh start and blah blah, why do we HAVE to burn a hole in our pockets to enjoy it? Why do hotels and resorts – which serve pretty gross food anyway – charge us a fortune for a buffet dinner meal? I refuse to pay that, despite the presence of fire dancers, face painters, magicians and belly dancers. It is ridiculous that today’s culture demands us to fetch a couple of dollars out of our pockets in order to have a good night out. We are compelled to do so, only to tell everyone that we spent NYE with Spanish flamenco dancers swaying near our table, while we gorged on our tiramisu. It’s more of an ego and status maintenance strategy, rather than let’s-have-a-good-night. The low-key options are not mainstream anymore. Everything is extravagant, expensive and eloquent.

It is not just a tough night for misers but also a very depressing one for all singles in town. Of all the holidays, New Year’s Eve is particularly a romantic affair, where you want to do something special with your significant other. Thanks to the hyped-up midnight kiss, being single or romantically unattached is harmful on this night. It just leads into further musing over the miseries of one’s life and the moments that await them in the new year. A long night of self-pity. This is exactly why I spend it at home with parents. At least the fireworks on TV keep me happy and hopeful. What also keeps me hopeful is the money saved from not going out. Imagine how many pairs of shoes a girl can buy in exchange of 10 rounds of tequila shots. Marvellous thought, isn’t it?

This is the time when we are bombarded with articles on how to “cure” a new year hangover and where are the “best parties” in town. There is however a flip-side to our over blown expectations from the festive season. All the hyperglycaemic levels of fun that we are supposed to be having are all satisfied by just reading these brilliant articles throughout December. They make me feel like I should be doing something because the entire world is. And I should be following so-and-so journalist’s tips on my supposed “perfect new year’s eve night” because (ironically) she will be sucked in at home, watching a classic movie in her PJ’s and hogging the leftover Christmas chocolates.

Although this year is different. The millennium decade is coming to an end. Instead of “two thousand and ten”, we can actually say “twenty ten”. Sounds so much more cooler. So much more 21st century-ish.

But is this coolness taking my planning to a different tangent? No. It is not. With just a day left and over-booked restaurants, I am happy to announce that my New Year’s Eve night remains unplanned and soon my Facebook status will be changed to “What are your plans guys? Include me in it pleaseeee”.

So If you have any; exotic, wild, crazy, romantic, beautiful, expensive, fun and elaborate plans for December 31st, then please do share with me (NOT) ! I won’t come and kill you in your sleep.

4 thoughts on “New Year’s Eve is a trouble

  1. Hello Shitika ๐Ÿ™‚

    Hope you had a nice Christmas ๐Ÿ™‚

    Just to let you know, you are not the only one with an unplanned NYE night, so cheer up girl !

    Have to say most of my NYEs and Christmas have been ‘low key’, no extravaganza or big partying really. Just simple and nice, spent with my family…

    It’s true sometimes you wish you were anywhere else but at home or at relative’s place on NYE, you want to party & join in the fun when you hear about the awesome places to spend NYE or glam plans your friends have.

    But it’s not the expensive venue/party or low key night that matters right ?

    I say, NYE is not that bad as long as nothing horrible happens and you are surrounded by family, friends + loved ones… add some yummy food and some bubbly ๐Ÿ˜‰

    That’s a good recipe to welcome the New Year isn’t it ?

    On that note, wish you a very HAPPY NEW YEAR dear…

    Hope it will be filled with joy, hope, good health & success !!!

    1. Thanks Sandrine. My christmas was pretty eventful. It was filled with presents, a full house and lots of fun. Although, so far, NYE is not looking good. I totally agree with you that the ingredients don’t have to money and expensive dresses. it can be a house party with loved ones too. And i am trying to work on that one. ๐Ÿ˜›

      A very happy new year to you too. I hope 2010 brings in lots of laughter and success to your life. ๐Ÿ™‚ xx

  2. New Years is so overrated. The only time I’ve gone out for New Years was when I went to the Valley, drank a million cocktails and ended up in a really crap club on the stroke of midnight. I spent the first day of 2008 in bed, groaning. Lame.

    On the most recent New Years I worked, but I had heaps of fun. I walked through the Valley after work (around 2am-ish) – there were people EVERYWHERE. People were passing out in the side streets and having ridiculous drunken arguments with each other. What a crappy way to spend the new year! So I guess it doesn’t matter what you wear or how much money you spend – the main thing about bringing in the new year is to enjoy yourself and be happy, no matter what you do. Hope you had a good one Shitika!

    1. I totally agree with you there Ellie. It’s sad that to be able to have a good time – Alcohol is the KEY ingredient. I didn’t drink at all this year, and still managed to be at my high levels of craziness. It was a good night. ๐Ÿ™‚

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