Want a new new year

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31: Of December

7.30 pm: Still working

5: People left in the office

1: Bottle of wine waiting at home

1: Stuffed dog watching out for me to reach soon

357 days: Been waiting for this year to end

2004: Worst year in my life

2007: Second close

2008: Eagerly awaited, darling, fresh, new, new year

0: Resolutions and expectations

Ring out the old, ring in the new!

Look back once in a while to see how far you've come

Comments

Anonymous said…
what's with the 357 days? why not the other 8 days?

2008 is a nice year, you'll of course know it 5 and half hours before me!

Happy New Year! :)
Monday, 31 December, 2007
A Arora said…
atul: bcos after 8 days of 2007, my whole year got affected. i lost a whole lot, that's why.
a very happy new yr to u too. i know 2008 will be glorious, i just feel it in my bones :)
Tuesday, 01 January, 2008
How do we know said…
Have a Blessed Year! :-)
Tuesday, 01 January, 2008
Varun said…
"A boneful of Asha.." as the song goes. :)

Yeah AS, this year is great and its greatness will only increase as it passes.

Must say the wine bottle was pretty lucky to spend the eve with you!

Cheers!
Wednesday, 02 January, 2008
B said…
Don't look back. Look down. It's an uphill climb, but it's worth it at the end. Happy New Year. May the force be with you.
Thursday, 03 January, 2008
dharmabum said…
WHAT? u drank all the wine all by yourself? what about my share? naaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! not fair :P

oh, and yes, it'll be a wonderful year, tathaastu.
Thursday, 03 January, 2008
A Arora said…
how: thanks dear. wish u the same.

varun: it's brimful of asha, not boneful of asha. lol

bg: thanks. the force is always with me :)

dharma: actually, i didn't drink the wine. couldn't open it..he he..sad no?
Friday, 04 January, 2008
Varun said…
I know AS :)

By asha, I meant "Boneful of hope" :)

Anyways, keep the wine intact.. next year it will be better.

Cheers! :)
Friday, 04 January, 2008
Wriju said…
Hey I did your tag but I hid it amidst your comments ;)
A very happy new year to you madame. You will have a great year ahead I am sure. Oh and I have some great french wine - you should plan a trip soon.
Saturday, 05 January, 2008
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