2005, an Indian decided to write a diary

Unlike hordes of celebs, I have no glint in my eyes when I resolve. The last year I've seen and done things, which I never resolved to do in the first place, so shall I resolve to include unresolved things as well? I have a problem resolving, I need help.

I was a high-ranking government official with the disaster management team when the 26/7 floods happened and I stayed home and saw what it did. They tried, I tried. Our roof wasn't leaking, but I saw you floating about in the water, cold and blue. I remembered what I had tried to do with the tsunami victims, I saw them being thrown out of remand homes by another set of victims, who still thought they possessed something beyond the outcast despite having lost everything.

I thought about the loss of property after that, I remembered splitting the empire with my younger brother. The media tried to make a Sooraj Barjatya movie out of it and we become a spectacle.

Then I joined the cop-land and I posted drunken cops around to rape anything that walks, little girls like my daughters and women like my wife. Then I posted them elsewhere and they started beating couples who came for a private moment in their park. Now I had a problem understanding what defined compromising positions, but then again, who better than our indulgent cops to ask. This was before I got offended by Sania Mirza and Khushboo's thoughts on premarital sex (no sex only rape!)

That's when I decided to go get a drink and saw familiar waitresses around. Although they were newly employed, I am confident they used to be more livelier than this, they used to dance and serve us liquor.

I saw my friend butchering his girlfriend with a brick on her head, because he wanted to run away with her and she didn't think so, so he sent her home headless. I found it silly because they were in college and I'm still trying to find out why we think that life is a movie.

I thought I'd switch to BPOs when an employee was raped and killed by her driver. Then, I decided to get into politics through the BCCI board when one of the main guys had problem with the cricketer, they played him like a snooze ball, in-out-in-out.

After which I retired from my spectatorial, nay, voyeuristic occupations and celebrated Christmas. That was when they lay wreaths on seawater and the best photographer won an award. I've just come to know that I've been nominated for .oh! So have you and billions of others for the perennial best citizen. But, I have a problem, like I said when I began, help me resolve. As night becomes day, my head inhabits a million cries, screams and blasts that don't let me resolve.