New Year revelry has never been my mug of coffee (since I don’t take any harder drinks associated with the bash). The call of letting one’s wild side out in the public always appalls me. Revelry is at best urban schizophrenia, through which pubs and purveyors rake in the moolah. However, there is a more peevish side to the story. Every New Year, I have to encounter some “Western calendar refuseniks” on social media, who target the occasion with their cultural and astronomical arguments. Their favourite manifesto is a famous poem by Ramdhari Singh Dinkar (1908-1974) – Yeh Nav Varsh…