It’s that time of the year when the blog is taken out of deep slumber, dusted well, decked up and celebrated for a month with much fervour. Last year I could not participate in Blogathon as I was travelling during the month and did not have the mindset of scheduling posts to keep up the posting. This year I was contemplating on initiating the event but did not have the guts to do it and kept on procrastinating. When RS messaged me to check if I would like to join the Blogathon, I grabbed the opportunity with both hands. I badly wanted to do it for the sake of reviving the dear blog but I had no idea even about my first post. Well, for that matter, I’m clueless even now 😀
I’m just one hour away before the clock strikes 12 and the only thing that I can think of now is the spectacle we witnessed last night. We finally went to see the New Year’s Eve firework show at Sydney Harbour. It’s the most talked about event in the town during this time of the year. We were told that Blues Point was the one with most amazing view one can get. Due to the same reason, it gets filled up at rocket speed. With enough food, shelter and entertainment options under our kitty, we went to the venue via Public Transport (That’s the only option for obvious reasons) We reached the spot at around 12 noon. We set up a tent so that Mantam can sit inside and spread out a picnic mat for ourselves. It was sizzling hot and we could almost feel the way our skin was being roasted and toasted. All we needed was some breeze which finally made its way around 2 PM. Fortunately, the sun’s harshness gradually reduced and the weather started getting more and more pleasant with passing hours.
We sat, stood, walked, rested to kill time. We played cards, word pass, spot it, antakshari and Mantam taught us so many games that they play with their friends at school. We had a lunch of home made noodles, some snacks, soft drinks, dinner of Alu dum and parantha. Only thing we bought was some water as the stock we carried got over within no time. The queue for water itself took atleast an hour and we were really glad that we had taken food with us. The queue for washroom also took close to an hour and we had to line up if we think we might need to pee after an hour J Abbas and I took turns but it was also helpful in healing the numbness in our legs after sitting for long hours. We kept counting down after every hour waiting for 12 midnight.
Finally the time came when there were only 10 more minutes to go. We packed up so that we could start walking towards the station as soon as the show would finish. The countdown began at 12:58:30 and we loudly counted along with the massive crowd. Everyone’s heartbeat racing as we said 10, 9, 8,….3, 2, 1 and the excellent extravaganza began with much glory. Two eyes seemed less to soak the splendour in and fill our souls. The experience was simply surreal and made us forget all the pain and discomfort we had to endure throughout the day. We tried to shoot it on camera for a minute but thought it wasn’t worth it and it was better to ditch the device and absorb as much as we could through our bare eyes.
The real ordeal began after the show as we had to make our way to the station among thousands of people. The police and security personnel only allowed people in batches so that the station does not get jampacked. The usual 10 minutes walk to the station took us an hour and a half. We were suffocating amidst the crowd, some even felt dizzy and collapsed. We were really worried for Mantam and I was feeling extremely guilty for making them go through this. But touchwood, they were so adaptive and enjoyed every bit of the day. It was difficult for them but they did not complain, and that increased my guilt a notch higher.
So finally we reached home at around quarter to three in the morning, our skin burnt and sticky due to sweat, we took a shower and collapsed on the bed. Sleeping on our mattress felt heavenly!
All said and done, if I look back at the day I would still say that it was worth it. But if you ask me if I would want to do it again, I would probably say ‘No’. At least not in the next few years J I told Abbas that it was one of the items on my Bucket List. He asked me to give him my bucket list beforehand so that he is well prepared of all the torture he will have to endure. But I told him that my bucket list is highly dynamic and as one thing gets ticked off, another something gets added 😀
With this, wishing all you dear readers a very happy new year and good luck for the next one month of flooded Inbox.