Every New Year’s eve seems like the brink of something momentous. As though we are suddenly standing on the edge of the Grand Canyon looking into a vast uncharted space where anything can happen. A second chance at things left behind in the old year. A significant mark on the graph of life.
I’ve celebrated this significant moment in many spectacular ways in years past commemorating the glory that such a transition is in a way that matched the perceived momentousness of the event.
I’ve spent it on a revolving dance floor in front of the fog machine in Ybor City in Florida. I’ve watched glorious fireworks lighting up the night sky amongst hundreds of people in Las Vegas and Boston. I’ve brought back shiny stars and conical paper caps after parties in Calcutta.
And yet, this year was about a quiet walk by myself along the river towards a train station and a town square near the place I live. All urban, concrete, full of shadows, strangely quiet because of the cold at night.
At first it seemed odd walking in the freezing temperatures by myself at this time of the night, under the street lights with my palms hidden in my jacket pockets and my chin buried in my woollen scarf, my eyes constantly checking for cracks in the pavement where the heels of my long boots might get caught. A time when I should perhaps have been doing something momentous to mark this important passing of the year.
At first there was no one in sight in the semi-darkness even though this is a heavily populated place. But soon a group of people from the next lane emerged with yellow plastic bags in their hand. Grocery bags from the local store. Perhaps they had bought eggs for breakfast tomorrow, January 1st, seemingly oblivious to the imminent birth of the New Year, just like any other day, perhaps even a week’s worth of milk, maybe some pears that were on a deal.
Everyday stuff.
Maybe the tired young girl at the checkout counter with her makeup on the brink of completely rubbing off after the long day had gotten impatient waiting for the manager to come by to ratify a complicated coupon the old lady had taken out of her ancient purse. Both young girl and old lady were impatient to go home to pass the momentous ushering of the new year in blessed sleep.
A group of youngsters, this time dressed in really nice coats and fresh makeup and just a bit of unsteadiness in their gait walked briskly by. There was a jauntiness in their pace, some embarrassed laughter on the part of the guys, some serious lack of warm coats in some of the girls that told me they were out for a night befitting the ushering of the New Year at Times Square. Sure enough they walked towards the train station which would take them to Manhattan within walking distance of Times Square to see the ball drop at the stroke of midnight.
As I neared the entrance to a mall along the way to the town square I saw a set of young people whose gait was very different. There was no apparent objective in the way they thronged around, nowhere in particular that they were going. Just lots of laughter that sounded mellifluous to my ears in the cold, dark night, and some erratic waving of arms and nodding of heads and giggling.
Someone blew a festive whistle, the kind that unfurls when you blow on it and then coils back. A girl with a tiara. Reminded me of my childhood New Year’s eve parties in Calcutta and the numerous kinds of plastic whistles and conical paper hats we collected–butterfly shapes and ladybug shapes in pink and fluorescent green and white.
Along the way I saw a Starbucks on the edge of the river. At this hour, it was mostly loners like me in there by themselves with laptops or just coffee, welcoming this momentous event by themselves in their daily jackets and daily selves in their daily haunts. Comfortable, warm, content.
I came back to the warmth of the apartment myself after a while and spent the next hours in quietness until midnight. Finally, the moment arrived announced loudly on CNN. Fortunately, I could see a vast expanse of the Hudson river and the night sky with a stretch of Manhattan and Brooklyn and Governors Island and Jersey City from where I was.
All the fireworks started together lighting up the night sky in a spectacular fashion from Jersey City and several parts of Brooklyn at the stroke of midnight. The many coloured sparkling showers ushered in the new year like many comets in the sky at once.
My eye travelled to a solitary figure along the river in a hoodie with a coffee cup in his hand rushing along the river bank trying to get the best view. He was all alone against the vast expanse of the dark river dotted by some street lights.
In that moment I discovered that I was more interested in that human figure than in all the momentousness around me in all its glory.
Humans. People. People and their everyday selves. That is what really fascinated me. The way that guy walked. What he must have been thinking.
My own thoughts started drifting. Suddenly it struck me how we think of our own lives as a collection of momentous memories. A collection of big events like in a badly written history book. Weddings, funerals, births, big moves, important accolades.
The everyday disappears within those big memories just as life disappears condensed in a resume of it.
When the ushering in of 2013 would be shown all over the world the next day, we would only see the ball drop many, many times with the fireworks. No one would think of the moment as the moment when the grocery store check-out-counter girl finally got to go home or the old lady turned over in her bed or the man in the Starbucks finally clicked on the send button of his one hundred and fiftieth job application this year.
Ironically, when I would be calling my mother thousands of miles away in India, I would be describing the fireworks, not my walk or the yellow grocery bags on New Year’s eve.
Distance has a way of swallowing up life and experience reducing it to the bare bones of events by weeding out everyday existence as unnecessary.
And she would be telling me that this year there has been no lights, no parties, no fireworks on New Year’s eve in Calcutta. Only candlelight vigils in important places as the nation mourns the passing of a hapless girl just a few days back.
Even that news would reach me impoverished by distance removing the immediacy of the pain and the anger and the distress of a nation in mourning so far away on the banks of a foreign river without the presence of the thousands and thousands of men and women who have come out in protest.
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Didn’t realize how old this post was until I came across a “Happy 2013!” comment!
You’ve got some reflections here that could keep a person awake all night. — “The everyday disappears within those big memories just as life disappears condensed in a resume of it.” Provocative writing.
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I’m choosing to spend a similarly quiet evening this year and enjoyed reading about yours, cozy in front of the fire. Happy new year.
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Happy New Year to you, bottleworder, and to each of you who are reading this blog.
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Hope you have a new year with lots of writing and good company.
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Thanks for sharing
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That’s what we’ve all been waiting for! Great posting!
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Beautiful blog. Have a joyous New Year.
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I love your writing. Makes me rethink e pluribus unum ~ Out of many one. One makes the difference. For you it was the gentlemen rushing to get the best view, for us it is you. Thank you and Happy New Year!
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Really beautiful observations.
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Reblogged this on bottledworder.
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thoughtful post dear..thanks a lot for sharing
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I enjoyed…A quiet walk on New Years Eve. Beautiful writing. Thank you for visiting my blog and liking my post.
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Stumbled by utter chance on your New Year Eve post and really enjoyed it. I loved the way you tied in the small everyday events with the big epoch making ones. Keep up the great work!
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Pensive and poignant, thoughtful and refreshing; inviting readers to view the everyday world through your eyes. A beautiful post.
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Well hello – I am excited to discover you because you discovered me and really look forward to reading more of you. Beginning with the fine post a lovely treat. Thank you!
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Thanks so much for following my blog and I am so happy to return the compliment. I am enjoying looking around your blog and love your thoughts and photos and I do hope we shall chat soon and exchange our views on life, writing and all things human. Good luck and Happy 2013.
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I felt like I enjoyed New Year’s with you. Thanks for the trip to New York!
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I enjoyed reading the details you write!! Lovely!
PS. Thanks for stopping by my blog;) That’s how I found you..
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Wow! What a picture! It’s amazing how looking to, or rather appreciating, the little details in everyday life can truly expand one’s perception of the world.
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Exquisite description. You brought this reader along on your solitary walk. Thanks you.
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Very nice post. On this New Years Eve, my fiancee and I decided to stay up to see the local version of the “ball drop” here in Baltimore. Neither of us particularly wanted to stay up but we did it anyway because we figured it was what we were supposed to do. We get there, everyone is standing around surreptitiously drinking, some of them for a couple hours. All it ended up being was 10 seconds of a tiny ball dropping and a couple fireworks,followed by everyone simply going home. I don’t feel like anything special happened, I mean it’s 2013 but I don’t feel any different than I did in 2012.
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🙂 I know!
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Lovely post! You have a fantastic way with details.
By the way, thanks for checking out my blog!
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In this New Year I have come to your blog as a new reader/about to become new subscriber. Thank you for making this morning start meaningfully.
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I enjoyed this post so much. It was lovely, thoughtful, and eloquent.
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I find myself hanging on your every word time and time again. Thank you for another beautifully written post.
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What a beautifully written story – I felt every moment of that walk with you..
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I loved this story! I started reading it and just couldn’t stop. It drew me in, but in a good way as I was hooked! 🙂 Thank you for your likes on my blog as well.
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Loved this pot… made me smile and I can really relate to it… working on my first post of the year now which will include my new years eve story I am sure… I envy your walk haha… great blog!
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Happy New Year. Glad you liked my post on “Swords, Specters, & Stuff.”
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I like the restraint in this post, especially the part where midnight struck and you became fascinated by the guy outside. Nice reflection on humanity. Well done, bottledworder! 🙂
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the mood added the restraint I guess
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Beautiful post! Thank you. And Happy New Year.
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How beautifully sad! I like the idea of the everyday stuff disappearing in the big moments, but maybe our memory as well as our attention is so designed because how can we take it all in. The everyday stuff is ours alone, the lull between big moments — we cannot tweet it all, put it on a Facebook update, or Instagram it if we tried (and we better not). The world, our public, only has use for the highlights.
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Eloquent and poignant, the imagery almost like a song not remembered in some misty nostalgic way, a poem that speaks from the soul…
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Great post!
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Lovely post!!!!!! I totally related to that. This New Year’s eve, we were in Florida and well before midnight, stopped at a local CVS – got talking with the lady at the checkout counter. Her plans certainly didn’t include the fireworks, fancy dinner or even being with friends.
M, keep it up!! Love your blog 🙂
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Thanks mimisgl. Now I’m curious who you are 🙂
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I’m pleased that you write about the interest to be found in ‘small’ things, in the everyday, in the seemingly mundane; I’d made a recent commitment to obsess less about worldwide events over which I have little control, to watch less news and instead observe what is closer to hand. Stories abound on our doorsteps, as you so eloquently describe. Your passage about the guy with the coffee running to catch the best view of the fireworks is beautiful. Whilst all eyes were on the lights, yours sought out the unknown story. But you balanced this with the story of the murdered woman in Delhi: all to often, when we do watch the news, the story is painful, yet important. A sign for me not to give up completely on world events, perhaps. The reaction of so many Indians is inspiring and reassuring.
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Yes. Large collectives such as events or movements (even ideas and ideals) can’t exist without the people one is immersed in. In our globalized world, we often devalue the immediacy of experience stressing on the large summaries of global events. That distancing leads to not just loss but sometimes misdirected interpretations of those events and therefore misplaced investments and loyalties.
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OK! ENOUGH ALREADY! Where are your short stories? Where are your novels? I WANT TO READ THEM.
Get busy. We readers are impatient.
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🙂 Encouragement like this will surely bring some forth!
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Ah! LOVE this post! Felt like I was on the walk with you. I love your perspective too. I think its important to look at the everyday things, it’s the little things that matter most.. not the mundane big milestone events. After all, the milestone events are only achievable by daily persistence and effort.
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Thanks for your post the other day on my Make Bottledworder Better in 2013post where you said you wanted to see more of my writing rather than writing instructions. I took heed!
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I’m very happy you did! You made this blogger very happy 🙂
It was a great post and I hope your followers enjoy it!
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I love the way you write. What more can I say?
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🙂 !
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I love your details and description of the ordinary, the imagined goings on – the resulting pensive pace of this piece. Thoughtful, provocative, satisfying. Thank you.
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Yes, turned out a bit pensive, didn’t it?
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Beautiful description of one of my favorite events in life: beginnings. And your poignant reminder to put our focus on people. I was just taught a lesson about the same thing by my 4 year old. I am paying attention.
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Yes, I’ve noticed children at such events too. Sometimes they get what’s important in life so much more than adults.
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Well written, kudos on a great post!
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Great post. Very evocative piece that captures time and mood. Keep writing.
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glad you enjoyed it
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Great post – I have a bit of a thing about artificial divisions of time as opposed to real human experience and I really like the way you brought out the two 🙂
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Great comment as always
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A very deep, thoughtful and well written piece. Thank you. Clearly you are a natural writer, but more importantly, from you piece, a very warm and decent human being.
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🙂
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Great insights. I like the notion that others give meaning to the larger events and things around us. Please keep blogging.
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I did not think of this angle to my experience. Thanks!
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Good post! Love the descriptive detail!
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