Hyderabad: The air was crisp and cold as the clock struck midnight. Fireworks lit up the sky, their fleeting brilliance a sharp contrast to the darkness that followed. Streets bustled with celebrants, their laughter and music a cacophony that drowned out the quiet of the night. Yet, amidst the revelry, Arshad sat alone by the window, his thoughts far removed from the jubilation outside.
He sipped his tea, watching the flickering lights of the city below. The world seemed obsessed with welcoming the New Year with extravagance. Parties were in full swing, venues packed, and social media flooded with images of glittering outfits and elaborate feasts. But as the excitement peaked, Arshad couldn’t help but feel a sense of emptiness.
What does the New Year bring, he wondered? The same challenges persisted—rising unemployment, families struggling to make ends meet, and a society rife with inequalities. The calendar might have flipped a page, but life’s harsh realities remained unchanged.
His phone buzzed with a message from his friend Asif: “Happy New Year! Let’s meet soon. Hope 2025 brings joy to you!” Arshad smiled faintly and replied, “Happy New Year! Let’s catch up soon.” But the words felt hollow.
Earlier in the day, Arshad stumbled upon the iconic poem of Faiz Ahmed Faiz – “Naya Saal,”. Its poignant verses resonated with him as they encapsulate the sentiment of disillusionment. The poet’s skepticism mirrors our collective experience. The calendar changes, but the struggles of hunger, unemployment, inequality, and despair remain unyielding. He says:
Aye naye saal bata tujh mein naya kya rakha hai?
Har taraf khalq ne kyun shor macha rakha hai?
Roshni din ki wahi, taron bhari raat wahi
Aaj hum ko nazar aati hai har ek baat wahi
Aasman badla hai na badli hai ye afsurda zameen
Ek hindsay ka badalna koi jiddat to nahin
Tu naya hai to dikha subah nai sham nai
Warna in ankhon ne dekhay hain naye saal kai
These words remind one of how the New Year often brings illusions of change without substance. In fact there’s is nothing to cheer about. All of us are closer to our final abode by a year. Does it call for celebrations? It’s time to take stock of our deeds, repent, and do course correction.
Many of us have a stable job and a comfortable home, yet an inexplicable void. Isn’t it time to make the year truly meaningful? Instead of making resolutions that one would forget by February, one should resolve to focus on small, actionable changes. Why not resolve to be nice to everyone? Let the first beneficiary of your good behavior be your immediate family – your parents, spouse, and children. Go for an image makeover and surprise your colleagues in the office by sharing their workload. Why not shed those extra kilos and feed the poor? Why not pack an extra lunch each day for the woman sitting on the pavement near your office? Imagine how her face would light up in gratitude. You will feel warmth you have not experienced in a long time. Surely, you are not changing the entire world, only a little corner of it.
The dawn of a new year should serve as a gentle reminder rather than a cause for indulgence. A reminder to introspect, to question our purpose, and find ways to create ripples of positive change. Celebrations devoid of substance are ephemeral while actions grounded in compassion have enduring value. The measure of a year is not in its parties or resolutions hastily made and forgotten but in the small, meaningful steps taken to build a better tomorrow.
When one acts in a thoughtful way celebrations will no longer be empty. You will find meaning in the mundane.