Late Goodbye..

The countdown started few seconds back. Every one of us started screaming with enthusiastic voices. And why not? Its the end of a long long decade 2000-2009. Incidents occurred as if they were bound to without the utmost state of eudaemonia. When everything is calculated in seconds time, Usain Bolt marketed himself in flat 9.58 seconds. History repeats itself when in a local derby the five goal revenge is sweetly taken by the arch rivals. If five is the point of discussion then the youth of a single nation was mesmerized with five point someone. The tune of slumdog conglomerated the dignitaries to receive a history made in gold. Sometimes history is made with blood. 2974 or more than that joined the history in some september. If this was man made history then nature has its own quotient to mark its presence in the race. Over 150000 were blown away by 9.3 on the Richter Scale measured in the one of the oceans. 'Yes, we can' was the slogan of the youth, the new generation lead by the young winner for peace. A country with maximum population supported this newly made philosophy and exploded the odds with a massive and extravagant event that surprised the world. Over 2 millions glued themselves to the event. The market fell apart like a crazy ball. With every bounce it made, lessened its height of prosperity. Living in the lap of luxury suddenly turned out to be a dream. Newspapers, television sets, radios etc. nearly everyday impersonate the non realistic ends of lives, paralyzed society with its own examples. Strings of subdued incidents occurred which somehow get into the cover of dust. The theory of everything is the new bread for thought and the secrets of black hole is being calculated in open daylight. I pricked myself and said 'where am I ?'. Is it a real place? Seeing is believing yet sometimes the wonderful things are believed without being seen. Ten years. Transformation from regular uniform to fancy dresses, freedom to dependent, complex beginning to the seeds of complexity. I Lost in Translation. The seconds hand continues its circle of life when it says 9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1..0 we say together 'goodbye 2009'.