Somehow we all have managed to replace 2014 as 2015. It has been one week since my last post appeared here. I don’t want to break the word I’d given to my readers as well as to myself. Coming to New Year thing… For journalist folks, every day is fresh and beginning of an era. News of today won’t repeat again another day. In fact, novelty is the main point that dragged me to this profession.
Nevertheless, we do enjoy festivals. We celebrate in our own way. Employees took a share and bought a cake. Calendars are replaced. New colorful header for newspaper was introduced. We can’t expect more celebrations as the readers need news the very next day. There is no time to spare to enjoy or mourn. Public are not concerned of the happenings at our office. All they want to know is what is going around the world, country, state and locality.
Being a Malayali lady, my New Year celebrations are mostly confined inside the four walls of my apartment. On 30th December 2014, I had a conversation with driver of my office cab while returning back to home at night.
- Is there New Year Celebrations in Kozhikode?
- Of course yes!
- Beach is the main center. Some hotels also conduct programs.
- Will it have female participation?
- Hmm? No!
- It is better for ladies to stay home. Why should you take a risk?
- But there are parties at Kochi and outside Kerala
- Well, we are not that much developed here.
He is just a representative of the male community in Kerala. My family is also the same. My brother told New Year party is not a good choice for females to attend. So like all my fellow lady folks, I too watched live celebrations over TV. I heard fireworks from outside. I ran out to balcony. Colors appeared in sky. It was really far away. I wanted to go there. But I’m a lady. We’d walk out only when sun accompanies us
I went to bed and closed my eyes. I stand in the middle of a hanging bridge. Crackers and fireworks embraced me from both sides. I held it my hands. No burns, no restrictions… I live there with my dreams. The day I lose my ability to imagine, that’s the end of my life!