Clichéd New Year

Here we are in the last week of the year…and these two questions are the harbinger of the approaching New Year. The questions “So, what are your new year celebration plans?” and “What is your new year resolution?” are driving each one of us crazy. And these are the cruellest questions you can ask a person, who doesn’t have any plans or resolutions and making him/her feel worse.
Well, what is the whole fuss about this New Year celebration? Usually, everybody does one of these 3 conventional things on a New Year’s Eve:
1. Go out with friends.
2.  Go out with family or have a cozy family dinner/ get- together.
3. .Sit alone and sulk why didn’t I do any of the above 2 things (which I have been doing for the entire year already).
So why make plans? Just go out there and do what comes your way spontaneously! Watch a movie, read a book, call a friend you haven’t talked with for ages, go surprise your family…these are of course the ideas that I read online somewhere. So this year why not go with the ‘No plan is the plan, policy?
Now comes the New Year Resolution part. You even try to Google stuff to come up with really good ideas. And there comes these tons of suggestions for new year resolutions with bizarre adjectives like healthiest, unique, top 50, etc. or But all this is in vain. You are stuck with these typical ideas like hitting the gym, soaking up a new skill, writing a diary, etc. Yes, resolutions are great and all….but we all know they are not going to last! Einstein defined insanity as doing the same thing again and again. Then as per the definition, it will be completely insane to keep up with the resolution.  So how about not making a resolution ever at all...be the resolution?

So…with the new year brewing…I think I should make my new year plans to be cancelled last minute and a new year resolution to be broken! After all, how much ever clichéd, we all love it!

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