It's that time of the year again. Starry-eyed idiots looking at each other's faces until their eyes start to water. They're a pandemic; you find them everywhere you look. Also visible are the ones who are away from each other, spending hours after midnight exchanging sweet nothings over phone calls to their significant others (henceforth SOs), intrinsically frustrated over the fact that all they are holding in their hands are phones. People all around on campus are trying to have a ball.
Meanwhile, there are people like me, who are nowhere near this Love-day ka ball. I am a little depressed over the fact that there's no one currently who would interfere in my life and make me do stuff I don't want to (get a haircut or go out in the cold for a date or to talk over phone). Then I read this sentence again and am thankful for this absence. Valentine's Day disgusts me.
It's awful, this Valentine's Day culture, and on many levels. Take for example the poor guy who (eat your hearts out, feminists being a chauvinist) still bears the monetary brunt of the day. You can't be expected to go to just ANY restaurant on a VDay date; it needs to be special, classy as hell. Which translates into expensive in real-life. Be ready to splurge your hard earned income over a measly meal (and some awkward making out at best). God knows you could have spent the Rs. 3k over getting an original copy of FIFA 15, ridding yourself of the suicide-inducing bugs in the pirated version.
Or, why not talk about the idiot who spends hours on his phone, pleasing his SO. God knows what that accomplishes. According to my own experience, all it leads to is eventual frustration: "...why are we still on the call, we're talking about taxes now! The phone's heating up, I think it's gonna blow in my ear. Seriously, I can hear birds waking up...". Oh, and it costs money to talk for hours. Big money.
The only winners in this Love Day ka Ball are the Love Day Cabal, the group of companies which thrive on the excessive hormones surging in young adults and teenagers on this day. Everyone wants to leave an impression on their SOs on this day, and unlike Chris Brown, most people equate that with material gifts. Special gifts; translating, again, into expensive gifts. Greeting cards, perfumes, jewelry, handbags, watches, home-furnishings, and so many more it'll drive you crazy if you have set out to make a decision.
Why am I so bitter you ask? Well, I consider myself a rational person, a realist, and I see through the sham that is VDay. The aforementioned arguments should be sufficient to let you know why I have the view of Valentine's Day that I have. You want to know more? Well, then let me elaborate further.
It's not like one can't enjoy Love Day without a particular romantic interest in one's life. All you need are some good friends. The only prerequisite is that those friends should be as lucky as you are in the dating game. Sadly, this is not the case with me this year. For the first time in my college life, I am surrounded by people, all of whom have SOs to keep them busy today. Hell, some of them even have multiple candidates for being their "Valentine". I hate it.
I hate all of this syrupy fun people seem to be having right now. Nothing's happening in my messenger, no posts on my wall, no one to call me this time of the night. Although this is no different than any other day of the year for me, but on Valentine's Day, the Love Day cabal rubs it in. Forget the day, the cabal has extended the sham to a whole week. I am forced to go through a whole week, being constantly bombarded by innuendo directed at people in relationships. There are special offers for couples everywhere: in restaurants, in cafes, in malls, even on e-commerce websites. The other day, I wanted to buy a pair of slippers for me, and during that simple transaction, I was thrice reminded to "get a trimmer for the conscious you, this Valentine". Really Flipkart?
I would like to end this rant with an offer. Any girl who has similar opinions on Valentine's Day, I invite you to make a satirical demonstration of the farce that is love-day. We can spend the whole day together, hand-in-hand, mocking the futility of celebrating one particular day for love, ending the day with a date in a fancy restaurant, after which we could totally make out, revealing the irony inherent in the day. Do let me know in the comments if you are up for it.
Meanwhile, there are people like me, who are nowhere near this Love-day ka ball. I am a little depressed over the fact that there's no one currently who would interfere in my life and make me do stuff I don't want to (get a haircut or go out in the cold for a date or to talk over phone). Then I read this sentence again and am thankful for this absence. Valentine's Day disgusts me.
It's awful, this Valentine's Day culture, and on many levels. Take for example the poor guy who (
Or, why not talk about the idiot who spends hours on his phone, pleasing his SO. God knows what that accomplishes. According to my own experience, all it leads to is eventual frustration: "...why are we still on the call, we're talking about taxes now! The phone's heating up, I think it's gonna blow in my ear. Seriously, I can hear birds waking up...". Oh, and it costs money to talk for hours. Big money.
The only winners in this Love Day ka Ball are the Love Day Cabal, the group of companies which thrive on the excessive hormones surging in young adults and teenagers on this day. Everyone wants to leave an impression on their SOs on this day, and unlike Chris Brown, most people equate that with material gifts. Special gifts; translating, again, into expensive gifts. Greeting cards, perfumes, jewelry, handbags, watches, home-furnishings, and so many more it'll drive you crazy if you have set out to make a decision.
Why am I so bitter you ask? Well, I consider myself a rational person, a realist, and I see through the sham that is VDay. The aforementioned arguments should be sufficient to let you know why I have the view of Valentine's Day that I have. You want to know more? Well, then let me elaborate further.
It's not like one can't enjoy Love Day without a particular romantic interest in one's life. All you need are some good friends. The only prerequisite is that those friends should be as lucky as you are in the dating game. Sadly, this is not the case with me this year. For the first time in my college life, I am surrounded by people, all of whom have SOs to keep them busy today. Hell, some of them even have multiple candidates for being their "Valentine". I hate it.
I hate all of this syrupy fun people seem to be having right now. Nothing's happening in my messenger, no posts on my wall, no one to call me this time of the night. Although this is no different than any other day of the year for me, but on Valentine's Day, the Love Day cabal rubs it in. Forget the day, the cabal has extended the sham to a whole week. I am forced to go through a whole week, being constantly bombarded by innuendo directed at people in relationships. There are special offers for couples everywhere: in restaurants, in cafes, in malls, even on e-commerce websites. The other day, I wanted to buy a pair of slippers for me, and during that simple transaction, I was thrice reminded to "get a trimmer for the conscious you, this Valentine". Really Flipkart?
I would like to end this rant with an offer. Any girl who has similar opinions on Valentine's Day, I invite you to make a satirical demonstration of the farce that is love-day. We can spend the whole day together, hand-in-hand, mocking the futility of celebrating one particular day for love, ending the day with a date in a fancy restaurant, after which we could totally make out, revealing the irony inherent in the day. Do let me know in the comments if you are up for it.
