Are you a little weary of being asked what you did on the 31st?
Maybe it’s due to hearing this question for so many new years and not doing anything momentous on that one night, the New Year’s Eve, that slowly turns frustration into indifference.
As a young adult and especially during those tumultuous adolescent years, the pressure builds up after a few uneventful New Year Eves, and then when the big night finally happens and the stage is set, you tend to go overboard.
At least that’s what happened to me.
I’ve passed that phase now, but the question is faithfully asked every New Year and it never fails to take me back to my teenage years when I tried so hard to do something really flashy, like sweeping someone (any someone) off her feet at a New Years eve dance – something that that I could brag about for the rest of my life.
The time when we, my childhood buddy and I, got ourselves invited to an All Night New Years Ball at the Anglo-Indian club in Whitefield remains fresh in my mind, though both of us have never spoken about that big event ever since. Getting invited was no mean achievement for two single and broke teens, since the invitation was the result of clever strategy and weeks of careful planning. We even took informal lessons on ballroom dancing from a friend and were quite prepared for the big event.
To cut a long (all night) story short, I’m going to dive right to the end of the saga so there’s no looking back and we’ll have a quick finish. Here goes… My friend ended up dancing with a middle aged mother of three while I er…, I…
Aw… shucks, not again! Sorry folks, I always choke when I get to this point.
Suffice to say that I have since shied away from the word ‘Ball’, if it’s anything to do with dancing.