Valentine! It’s so much more than just a saint’s
name, isn’t it? Who remembers the saint’s martyrdom; everyone is busy pleasing
their own valentine (Except me, I keep busy pleasing myself). There’s so much
to do, especially for us girls (count me out). We spend months making gifts,
thinking of different ways to surprise our beloved, buying heart-shaped
candies, buying broken heart lockets, making videos (love videos, of course)
and the list goes on. Doing everything
without even thinking what would our halves (why better?) do with it? Flaunt it
before their friends like we do or dump it in their dump yard (read, room) like
they do. Girls need to rack their brain harder when it comes to gifts. For
guys, it’s easier; get a bouquet, a few chocolates and go out for a perfect
romantic dinner. But girls, what do they do? Flowers? So girly! Chocolates? A
packet of Marlboro and a bottle of Budweiser would have been better. Something
handmade? Cards? How romantic! (Really?) I was going through a popular author’s
blog where he declared (yes, I take it as a declaration), Handmade or bought from the market, they are as useless as useless can
get. See, I’m not the only one thinking that way. Anyway, these are the
pangs of being in a relationship and should be left to the mushy, blinded in
love couples.
Valentine’s Day without a saint (saint? who am I
kidding?) is even more fun, it’s beyond ecstasy (Ya, you can call me insane).
Don’t make faces or scream at the screen, you’ve a valentine so how would you
know? Valentine’s Day is just another date in the calendar for us (singles) but
so much love in the air is suffocating. We, singles, roam around with glum
faces and buying ourselves roses. (A friend got me one. A white rose. The
friend is a she. She, too, is committed.) Wait a second! We aren’t sad because
we don’t have someone. We’re sad for our committed friends; they don’t know
what they’re missing. And well, when it comes to having someone, just one?
We’ve so many ones. Our crush, our friend’s crush, one we admire, few on Facebook and the list doesn’t end. How could I miss out! Someone else’s
boyfriend/girlfriend. Yes, there’s at least one guy or girl who has this really
handsome/beautiful valentine. And you gossip (I know guys gossip too) among your
friends, “Damn! How did he/she even get him/her?” See, we have so many people
to ogle at.
And then as
the night dawns, our eyes sparkle to see the glasses and the shots- with or
without fire, full. The whiff of smoke wipes away all the worries and anxiety. A canopy of smoke, loud music and company of a few lucky
ones like us. Could the Valentine’s Day celebration get any better? Even if you
say a yes, I wouldn’t agree.
P.P.S: Happy Reading :)
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