New Year's eve. Or how to get shit bored

There isn't going to be any witty or sarcastical intro to this email.

That's because I'm not in a funny mood.

Infact, the truth be known, I'm in a fucking sucidal mood. Why? Because its 2001.

The dawn of the new millenium. And where was I when the clock struck twelve and the mouse ran down? Was I dancing in the new "Scream" disco? No (Thats because I don't know how to dance). Was I downing a beer in a pub? No (Thats because I don't drink). Was I on a cocain induced high? No (Thats because I don't do drugs). Was I sitting in a fancy resturant having my dinner with a beautiful girl by my side? No (Thats because I don't know any beautiful girls who'd be willing to go out with me). Okay, so was I sitting in a fancy resturant having my dinner with atleast a handsome guy by my side? No (That because I don't know any handsome guys who'd be willing to go out with me).

Where was I? On Main Street. Doing what? Nothing. With a few other thousand people who also had nothing to do. We all got together and shared our "nothingness". It was so fucking depressing. You knew, you knew, with every step you took, that you were here because you had nowhere else to go. Right step forward (I'm here because I have nowhere else to go). Left step forward (I'm here because I have nowhere else to go). Pause to look at the fireworks (I'm here because I have nowhere else to go).

We walked from one end of Main Street to the other. And then back again. And then watched the fireworks display on Arora Towers (I'm here because I have nowhere else to go). And then we went to a friends house where a kind soul (God bless him) had thoughtfully ordered Smokin' Joe's Pizzas. What can I say? The pizzas were the highlight of the trip. It was THAT depressing.

And why didn't I have anywhere else to go? Because I didn't have a fucking date thats why. And in Pune, if you don't have a date, then you might as well kill yourself. There are NO places where singles can go to. And why didn't I have a date? Because I don't look like Tom Cruise, thats why.

Where's the nearest fucking bus?

BECAUSE I THINK I'M GOING TO THROW MYSELF UNDER IT

PS: I am never walking on Main Street again. Ever. So what will I do next year? JM Road! Here I come!