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Annual Prognosis

Syndrome : Annual progressive migraine

a.k.a : New year fever

Symptoms: drunk driving,rebound relationships, desperation to avoid being a stag, mistaking beer for water,mad rush for passes among others.

Congenial atmosphere :helter skelter. hype. loneliness. bad and loud music. alcohol. DUI. sneaking into and out of houses.

may also cause : police harassment, unplanned pregnancy, groping, molestation,serial puking, mugging and digging out phone numbers of girls/guys that you underwent therapy to forget.

New years.... its all hype no substance. My sweet Jesus... whatever happened to sitting at home and ushering in the new year with a quiet night out with family and close friends. why this animalistic devolution into a maniacal behavioral pattern.

How many times do you remember a refreshing cover story on the 1st Jan edition of your daily newspaper. Instead all you read about is the numbing gore that detail a car crash carrying teens and 20-somethings.

Or, just for variety; a story on the grizzly groping/molestation incident that is penned and presented with a titillating tone by the journo-junta just to sell some more copies.

Have we become so numb as individuals, as a society that we do nothing unless the victims come forward to register a complaint. What are we doing with the photographic evidence. Incubating them under our overweight-obese posteriors.

Id like to pass on a message to those courageous photographers who captured the incident.
Your mum just called...she said you left your balls at home.

I mean..common.. if you are a man worth your seminal vesicle then its your duty to obliterate or even attempt to do so, any guy who tries and gets fresh with a women under the pretext of alcohol.
Don't get me wrong, i am all in for partying and late nights. gals and guys alike. I'm a closet feminist so to speak. But what i have a needle with is the characterless display of carnal instincts that is unbecoming of a human society.
Mumbai has its balls wrapped up in its pastel panties. It is lubed up every New years day with the grease of bribe and power-display and meticulously and mechanically raped by its custodians.
I once did pride myself at the safe-quotient that this city used to display when it came to women. It was once a hard city. A hard city with a character.
It wasn't Delhi, where anything that moves can be potentially raped after nightfall. It wasn't Chennai, where girls date burly guys just to move around safely. It wasn't Bangalore. Don't even get me started about Bangalore. with a name like that... what do you expect ?

It was Mumbai ( Bombay...whatever gets you off! ). Now it isn't. Its just mumbai. A shadow of its old self.
It doesn't need a metro system. It doesn't need a mile high skyline. It doesn't need a fancy marathon.It doesn't need new roads. Hell... it doesn't need dug up ones either.

It needs human fabric. It needs its old self back. It needs to have a heart.
It needs a hero.
Look around.