Another year has gone by. Twelve months of randomness have just elapsed. Three hundred and sixty-five days have slipped into oblivion. Fifty four weeks have become nought.
And we like fools of the highest order are hungering to get to the 12th hour of this last night of 2011, we just can't wait to celebrate the new year coming in... what's to celebrate is what I find the hardest to understand. Is it the ushering of some solemn new hope along with the new year, that wonderful feeling of something fresh and novel and new coming along and all the old tattered wastages of yesteryear's somehow being swept away forever?
I find this fascination with midnight of the 31st of December a foolish endeavour and a futile exercise. Call me cynical, call me boring, call me a prude. Call me all what you may want, but my stance is set, and I'm not budging!
If I can't traverse an intersection to get to my house on new years eve, if all the roads to phase 6 across Ittehad are blocked by tankers, containers and trucks, if the city looks like a war-zone, if the ominous looking rangers displaying lethal weapons are bunched up on every corner of every street, if all the residents of this beleaguered city make it their ultimate aim to get out and cruise the horrendous and horrible streets on this particular night - it is surely a prescription for disaster.
And, therefore, hardly a night to remember or to cherish.
The earth is hurtling through space at 16,000 million miles a sec, a new revolution of the earth circulating the sun has started, and as some believe we are progressing rapidly towards the end of the world as envisaged by the Mayans. What most people don't realize is that the Mayan calendar does register an end that coincides with 21 st of December 2012, it also believes that once everything comes to a halt, and end, time starts to roll again, meaning a new age would begin? HMMM, so is it the end they are referring to or the beginning of the end of a new beginning???????
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