There are three pictures that come to me when we talk of a New Year. And, no matter, how hard I try, they refuse to go away! Three photos taken by the same photographer in the night and place in the front page of a malayalm newspaper maybe ten + years ago.
The first photo is your typical new year celebration of people in a night club. Lots of drink, lots of dance… all those elements so central to a new year… that we normally associate.
The second photo was that of a procession carried out by a group of people who´s New Year present was that they were fired from their jobs on the last day of the previous year. Obviously for them, the New Year would be dominated by the question on what to do in terms of getting themselves another job.
The third is that of a family of three (father, mother and a little baby) sleeping on the pavement in the new year.
Every single time when the New Year comes along, this perspective refuses to go away.
Three sets of people celebrating the New Year in such dramatically different fashions.
It reminds me of many things including the fact that I´m very privileged and that the worries that different people have for a New Year are probably just so much more than the ones that I could ever have.
Sobers down a celebration. But it always carries with it a message of hope. Of ´bad times´ however defined will end. And its always a good thing to have hope. Coz that has got to be the most important quality.