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New Year’s Daze

Friday, January 2, 2015

First working day of the year and Y’Boy wondering how many Trinis will actually go to work. With Old Year’s Night falling on Wednesday and the New Year’s Day holiday yesterday, it was in the Trini mindset since Monday—since last year—not to go to work today; which mean the party woulda become even more wild and excessive Wednesday night, becaw people tell theyself they have today, too, to add on to they recovery period; which mean even fewer people bothering to leave home to get a newspaper than to go to work.

Y’Boy remember when he had first join the newspaper world in January 1988. Y’Boy was so excite to see his byline in the papers, if he had a story in the Sunday paper, Y’Boy uses to stay up Saturday night and drive from Petit Valley to St James, Long Circular Rd corner, where the first papers would get deliver by 2 am or 3 am; Y’Boy woulda be 29 years old that time; and Y’Boy wonder how many people under 30 today does even hold a newspaper in they hand once a week. 

If they reads anything at all, they reads it on they phone. And how mucha them could read a whole thousand words? A regular newspaper column come like a epic; “Thank God It’s Friday” and “War & Peace” have the same daunting mountain of words to them.

And Y’Boy remember a lime Y’Boy 14-year-old son did have: Y’Boy Son tell heself he will have five of his pardners come home by them Sat’day afternoon, and them would watch Lord of the Rings I & II Sat’day afternoon into Sat’day night, then all youth-man would find place to sleep on the ground, on couch, on bed if they lucky, and, Sunday morning, them would wake up and watch The Return of the King, the last movie in the trilogy. 

But hear the flaw in Y’Boy Son simple plan: out of the six youth-men around the TV, four of them couldn’t’a sit down quiet for the three hours of the first firetrucking movie! 

Only Y’Boy Son and he next pardner who accustom reading them youth-aimed series that does have three-four fat book in them, like Maze Runner and Divergent and them, have the concentration to manage watching even a single three-hour-long movie; Y’Boy Son Lord of the Rings lime break up before the Fellowship!

Same problem the West Indies cricket team have: them can’t concentrate for a single session of a Test match—30 measly firetrucking overs—becaw them can’t read a whole magazine by theyself. (Is why the best thing for West Indies cricket is the worst thing for real cricket: West Indies could shine at Twenty/20 cricket because it match—sometimes stretch—they attention span.) 

Like a lot of the movers-and-shakers of modern Trinidad and the modern West Indies—and Y’Boy does meet them pussonally—them West Indies cricketers proud to say them never read a book since them left secondary school. 

(Y’Boy know one international Trini star-boy, a fella who achieve real global success, who does only watch Westerns and cartoons: he miss every major film work of he lifetime, from The Godfather to Breaking Bad, and he happy like pappy.) Find a West Indian boy today who love the world of books, like Y’Boy Son and he next pardner, and you find a lonely firetrucking little fella.

But how a people supposed to correct they mistakes without reflecting on them, thinking deeply about them, making a plan to escape whatever trap they in? And how anybody supposed to do that without deep mental concentration? 

But where that could fit into a national ethos that say, “Go through hard.” We doesn’t play weself in nowadays; we does just play weself.

And Y’Boy study them West Indies players who abandon the most important tour of they professional lives in India last year, and how quick they reach, and how unhesitatingly firmly they implement, a decision with repercussions them clearly didn’t begin to grasp; that was a PlayStation Generation step: them feel them coulda just hit “Restart” and get a next rounds, see if them get another chance to make they “Special Move” knock out the West Indies Cricket Board.

First working day of the year and Y’Boy wondering if the astute Trini office manager shouldn’t’a set the office meeting for Maracas Beach. 

Any Trini actually sitting at an office computer monitor today will be looking at personal Old Year’s Night 2014 pictures, not corporate plans for 2015. 

The boss have spreadsheets for them but them only studying playlists. 

And Y’Boy start to chuckle to heself when it strike him that, for them so who actually reach to work today, is not professional commitment make them go to the office: is that they too excite by the thought of Carnival to stay home and lie down. 

And Y’Boy laugh to heself, even if he should cry for the beleaguered country, when he realise that it have no place for planning in Trinidad; if anything at all work out, is by accident.


CB Serip si nevig ot noitcelfer—BC Pires is given to reflection, roop allef.


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