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New Year

A view from a residence whose housewarming I attended yesterday
I loved it.


Yet another year is ending and a new year is beginning. But my job continues as usual. There is no holiday in the name of New Year. I like that. I don’t believe that life has any such endings and beginnings.

The earth goes on revolving round the sun. Cyclic processes go on without any distinct beginnings and endings. Where is the beginning of a circle? Where is its end?

Time has neither a beginning nor an end. Your life has a beginning and an end. But time is independent of your life. Time has no calendar. You made the calendar in order to tame time. But time tames you eventually. Time is the master. You are just a particle in the electrifying, electronic march of time.

New Year resolutions are good in order to assess your place in the glorious march of time. Where do you belong? Where have you gone wrong? How can you make your place safer in that thundering juggernaut of time? Make your resolutions. That’s perhaps the only purpose of the calendar, of New Year.

Wish you a Happy New Year.


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  1. Wow! so deep and meaningful interpretation of time and its journey.

    Happy new year to you and your family sir.

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  2. Wish you and your family a happy New Year, 2019!

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  3. The tone is very encouraging, sir. The noble task is to say things soothingly in an effective manner. You have got that noble gift and we have got you to write what we need to lead a smooth course of life. Wish you once again a peaceful and joyful new year!

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  4. Makes complete sense. Resolutions are important to keep you on track. Nice post.

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  5. Wishing you and your family a very Happy & Prosperous New Year 👍

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    1. Let me reciprocate your loving wishes and greeting.

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  6. Wish you and your family a very happy and prosperous new year 2019.

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