All is quiet, on New Year's Day

Today is Bengali new year. Shubho Noboborsho everyone.
It's a funny thing to compare the two new year days that have gone by this year.
The first of January passed in a hungover daze, the morning of which I was cleaning bits of vomit from my hair and desperately trying to recall the events of the previous night (passing out in the loo at a friend's place and leading to the door being broken down. Yes, we're a filmi bunch.) I still don't.
The 15th of April, I was home alone after a long long while, I don't even remember the last time that happened. I woke up around noon, unhappy but defiant over last night's football result, watched three movies in a row, ordered in my favourite cheesy crusted pizza, took a leisurely bath, and had my first proper holiday in weeks. And the best part of the day was the solitude. I was alone, completely alone.
If I had to choose between the two, I would go for the shut-out-the-world-and-relax-at-your-own-pace thing every time. I'm getting increasingly sick of socialising. I'm getting fed up of people. The human race. People I know. Everyone. Sometimes, even myself. I simply want to be left alone.
I know, I know, somewhere ages and ages hence (yes, Robert Frost), I'll wish for the opposite. It'll probably happen. I'll be lonely, and want to be surrounded by the very people I longed to be away from. Life has a strange irony, and I've known enough of it to expect any different. But till then, this is the way I am.
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate cricket? It didn't always used to be so. World Cups would excite me, I would pray for India to win the toss, bat first, finish them off. I would count the runs as the numbers piled up, every new record would fill me with awe. I had a list of my favourite players too. But then, I started working for a newspaper and all the fascination changed. I badmouth cricket and cricketers every chance I get, I ensure ignorance of every new aspect of the game, and I make a million disgusted faces every time I'm asked to make a cricket page. I usually never am expected to, but I guess all that will change once this darned IPL begins. Oh sure, it's excitement for you all, but to us it's just a ton of extra work. Which is amazing fun if it happens to be the football world cup, a tennis grand slam, the olympics, but this is CRICKET. Argh.
Lately, I've been getting so fed up of work I've wondered whether it's any use going on like this. The reasons are many and I'm not going to be getting into the nitty gritties here, but it worries me. And that's the only emotion I feel now, there ain't no enthusiasm. Of course, it's the worst time to look for work, but then, when has anything about me ever been about good timing.
Whenever I feel all drained of hope, I always go and out and do something drastic. Like chop of all my hair. But right now, I like the way my hair looks. It's growing and shiny and I don't want to cut it. Unless things just get terribly out of hand. Weird, huh?