Jazz Maketh Sense

I mean Jazz By The Bay. The board outside proclaims "Thank God 2008 is over, God bless 2009."
We passed by last night, and my sister asked me how exactly that made any sense, coz she's had a pretty decent year. That got me thinking.
The year has been pretty decent. The early months have been truly unforgettable. I think the months of and around the summer have been host to the most 'firsts' of my life.
First Malhar, which brings with it amazing memories of late nights, blog overloads, WORK overloads, urgent phone calls asking for "more characters, if you don't mind" and so, so much more.
First fight of the year (I'm serious!! And the most ridiculous things implied as well.)
First time bunking more than one lecture.
First time breaking rules. (Ha! I can break rules!)
And so many more.
I make no claims to this being an amazing year, there have been times when I wished that I could just vanish in a cloud of odorous smoke. But even given the global recession, the complicated economic situation in our country, the large scale, widespread, saddening terror attacks, and the subdued end that 2008 is facing, the year has been better than quite a few. And I think that it's about time that we give the year a good going away party. It seems harsh, it seems like disrespect to the many lives lost, or the many lives ruined, but not living our lives is just giving in to the ideals of the terrorists. We're not living, they've disrupted our lives, and we're none of us happy. The whole world is screaming for reforms, they will come. They will come as long as we don't forget about our right to force them to come. But in the bargain, we're forgetting that we need to start celebrating life as well. We don't need to spend bag loads of money to enjoy the new year. Why should we feel guilty? If anything, we should celebrate that the year is finally over, and maybe 2009 brings with it an answer to everything. I know that's like hoping for a 'Jetsons-esque' living within the next month, but there has to be a silver lining, and we should all wake up and find it.
Meanwhile, resolutions made, pens and books primed, I'm mentally preparing myself for the terrible three months that loom ahead. I know, I'm preaching optimism, wait for it. After those horrible, horrible months, come the holidays I've been looking forward to since August. Meeting old friends, shifting, hostel. The negative as well as the positive. But I'm waiting.
And I'm going to give 2008 a good going away, my style. I won't go out, seeing as I have no mode of transport, but I'm going to enjoy this day, and tomorrow, there's an important phone call to make.
Au revoir, 2008! Merci beaucoup pour tout l'amour.
Accueillez-vous 2009!
I have no idea if that made sense, but it's the thought that counts, right?