I grew up in the 90s. (Actually I was born in the 80s but I feel “growing up” in the non physical sense of the word really happens once you’ve crossed the 10-year mark. Besides, I recently heard someone in his mid-thirties describe himself as a child of the 80s, so that must surely make me a child of the 90s? :)
So anyway, to compound the fact that I grew up in the 90s was that I grew up in a small town. There were no New Year’s Eve parties that you could buy passes to. Besides, mum & dad didn’t believe in staying awake for the clock to strike 12, so New Year’s Eves generally meant sitting at home and watching the crappy New Year countdown shows on television with my sister. You know the ones where they’d get Bollywood starlets to perform and you’d really look forward to them as you'd have nothing better to look forward to?
Then came the US where there was no concept of exorbitantly priced New Year’s parties. (Thankfully, some countries in the world still believe in the right of every human to enjoy life irrespective of how much $$$ he makes!)
So New Years would be ushered in with friends, alcohol and loads of laughter & hugging each other.
And then came Bombay and it's New Year party culture that could set you back by a few grand easily, for a couple of hours of what was supposed to be fun but inevitably ended up being a disaster - the organizers would run out of food way early, there’d be drunken people all around you, falling over you, stepping on your toes, even throwing up all over you if they really loved your outfit or shoes!
Within a couple of such parties I realized that private parties at friends' places, or having a house party of your own if you were up for the organizing would be a much better way to bring in the New Year. And if hosting a party was way too much, you could always call a few close friends over, order in, curl up on your couch in your pajamas and bringing in the New Year with good food, good wine (or whatever the alcoholic beverage of choice), a great DVD, and loads of laughter & hugging each other.
And guess what, as long as there are friends, food, love, laughter & hugs who cares for exclusive New Year parties!!
How are you bringing in 2010?
1 comment:
hey, I don't remember that 70s show...I am definitely a plyester boy.
My first memory of NYE is a DD programme which we watched in 84 perhaps. We were at my grandmom's place. I think the big thing was that there was a computer which was apparently hosting the show :) Those were the wonder years
I had a manic need to make up after I came to Mumbai.
Till realisation dawned when we didnt get bookings and K and I brought in NYE with great pasta, beefeaters and When Harry Met Sally at home
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