Last evening while the television channels were rewinding images recapitulating the year 2007 that was about to fade into history, I did a bit of introspection myself. Not all the items from my long to do list have been scored off, but I had enough brownie points in my bag to let a smug grin of contentment crease my face. Not all of my dreams have been realized, but no one can accuse me of not trying and giving off my best. The pluses outnumbered the minuses by a big margin. It was time to celebrate. No burning the midnight oil. So I went to bed earlier than usual, and while the revelers rung in the New Year, I slept soundly having new dreams for the New Year. Ah! The sleep of satisfaction!

Woke up rejuvenated and rekindled and walked that extra mile to watch the first sun rise of 2008. The crimson Sun was softly resplendent, the rays beckoning me to tread new paths, chart new territories. As I returned home with new meanings and new hopes brimming in my heart, there was a spring in my step. And I could not help feeling sorry for all those souls who lay sprawled on their bed in drunken stupor.