On New Year's and Astrology

Hello again! A happy new year to you all.

Once again, another year has ended and a mostly horrid one for me. The last few months, though, were certainly delightful and I hope that trend continues…. till my death.

However horrible, I can’t say the events of the year were unexpected.

I was reminded by my New Year’s date, if I may call her so, an old-time friend, 3 years to be specific (the friendship being 3 years old and not the person), of the events of last New Year’s eve.

Last year, I sat at home, pretending to study, awaiting my dreaded pre-board examinations with a preparation only marginally better than the neighbourhood dog’s.

A mind as distracted as mine would wander so, and I finally gave up the pretence, for after all, I was alone at home and when better to not have to pretend than in solitude.

And so, out of the blue, with a future as uncertain as new-born baby, I decided to pick cards, hoping to gain an insight into my future. As per the outcome, my worst fears were corroborated as a turbulent first half was on the cards, right up to that month of the year when the Central Board of Secondary Education updates its website, to some people’s joy, some others’ sorrow and, of course, to the indifference of a few. Further, I could expect a sea of changes in my life.

The accuracy of that reading, performed no more than half an hour after the commencement of 2006 till today renders me speechless. And it doesn’t end there.

Just then, I happened to receive a phone-call from my 3-year-old friend (then 2-year-old) who was subsequently acquainted with my rather peculiar hobby and fascinated by it too.

As I, upon request, picked cards for her, she was more than pleased with her gratifying forecast, which too, was precise in every way.

So did I repeat the exercise on the 31^st day of last month or the first of this? I’m afraid not, for the cards lie in an almirah parked in another part of the country altogether. Thus, I’m afraid I couldn’t initiate a small, funny tradition of my own.

I did, however, have pasta for my last meal of 2006 and first of 2007, and I’m hoping that sets the tone for my palatal preferences for the coming year(s).

On the astrological front, the paucity of my own cards was compensated by the reading published in the morning’s newspaper. Though I never believe in horoscopes printed in newspapers (for indeed how can one reading fall true for millions of people) if there has to be just one person for whom it may be true, there’s a ruddy good chance that as far as MPU’s reading for 2007 is concerned, I’m he. As my horoscope-obsessed mother read out my forecast for the year, I somehow knew it would come true. But will it? I suppose time will tell.