Got this as forwarded Mail – really thought provoking! I am totally relate to ALL the snippets 
Celebration means……
A winter evening.
Four friends.
One barsaat.
Four glasses of chai.
(OR)
Hundred bucks of gas.
A rusty old bike.
And an open road.
(OR)
Maggi noodles.
A hostel room.
4.25 a.m.
(OR)
3 old friends.
3 separate cities.
3 coffee mugs.
1 internet messenger.
(OR)
Rain on a hot tin roof.
Pakoras deep-frying.
Neighbours dropping in.
A party. {esp in pardes!}
(OR)
You and mom.
A summer night.
A bottle of coconut oil.
A head massage.
Gossiping about absent family members.
You can spend
Hundreds on birthdays,
Thousands on festivals,
Lakhs on weddings,
but to celebrate
all you have to do is spend your Time .
A Very Happy New Year to you. I have not visited the town side for some personal reasons. Will give you a call once some plans are made to see if we can meet next year