Welcome to Mr. 2017’s house!

“Come on. Be fast. We are already very late. I don’t want to spend my whole day standing in a queue just to talk to someone I don’t even want to see the face of.”

His friend came running from his house, with a bouquet in his hand.

Pointing out to that bouquet, the other one asked, “What the hell is that for?” His friend shrugged off his question and reminded him of them already being late.

They reached a lane of huge bungalows. H/No. 2020, H/No. 2018. There it is; the opposite end. One of them shouted. Luckily they were the first ones to reach H/No. 2017. No queues, nothing. They rang the bell. A lady welcomed them with a smile. You people came little earlier. We still have time to enter into 2017. She said.

After being seated in living room, the one with bouquet handed it over to the lady. This is for the owner of the house. He said. Within a few minutes, a young man in blue tuxedo greeted them with warm hugs. He was the owner of H/No. 2017. Along with him was an old man with wrinkled face and loose skin, the owner of H/No. 2016. He was too weak to even smile properly.

Once everybody was on the sofa, Mr. 2017 asked them their reason to be there.
The disinterested one slammed his fist on the table and said, “See. It is very clear from our side. We had a very rough 2016, especially I. I lost a lot of things, I flunked, I failed a lot of tasks. I mean talk of any loss, I had that in 2016. Now you are going to be our new owner. Within few days we will shift in your house. So all I want to say is – I am fed up of this. Greeting new owner every year, asking them to be good to me and end up being another gloomy visitor to new one. Why can’t I be a cheerful visitor? I am tired of this face of mine.”

The friend of the boy hardly spoke anything during this whole interaction. He, in fact was looking around the house, trying to figure out by what ways he can make his stay in this new house better. He was contemplating over his lapses, oversights and blunders that made his stay at Mr. 2016s not that fortunate.

Mr. 2017, even after listening to all those undeserving statements stayed calm. He turned to Mr. 2016, who was still there, trying to hear the conversation with his half deaf ears. Mr. 2016, it seems you have been harsh on them. Mr. 2017 told him gently.
“You guys, I remember you. You came to my place last year. Didn’t you?” He asked the two boys. The frustrated one said, “But that visit hardly made any difference.”

“Look boys. All I can do for you is give you 365 days. Each day having 24 hours. Even your visit cannot turn those days into 500 or any other number. It’s going to stay the same.
I did see you from the terrace of my house. You lost, failed, flunked not because of Mr. 2016, but because of your unplanned ventures, moderate hard work and insufficient passion. Though you lost some tussles even after giving your best. Give them a shot in 2017 too.” Mr. 2017 winked at the boys. “One advantage that I can give you over others who didn’t visit me is, you along with your friend can shift to my house few days earlier than the official date. This way you can have ‘365 plus’ days in 2017 to turn, if not all, at least some of your lost battles into triumphs, and new challenges too. I hope that would help.”

So what are you waiting for? Go and ring the bell of Mr. 2017’s house before you get stuck behind those long queues. After all who wouldn’t like those 365 plus days to plan in advance his/her future. 😉

Happy 2017!

P.S. – On the personal front, 2016 has been the most eventful, memorable and momentous year of my whole life. Thank you Mr. 2016.

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