Just about 2 weeks ago our ‘insanely-histrionic, uselessly-emotional’ India celebrated a stupid festival called Valentine’s Day supposedly the day to express love. Well Indians don’t need any reason or logic to celebrate anything.
I saw fools buying red roses for Rs. 100/rose, huge soft teddies, pink heart shaped balloons. I mean how foolish can this get? Valentine’s Day is in fact a day of celebrations for these vendors of roses, greeting cards, balloons; they get buyers for any price they ask (dictate rather). The rates in restaurants are inflated. And these reckless love-struck aficionados don’t care, there are in a coma in a way, senseless.
Apart from the over vaunted day of celebration, what also irks me is why does anyone need one special day to celebrate or express love. Can’t love be expressed every single day, hour, minute, second, moments?
I mean…I drink all 365 days, doctor prescribed quantity of course. And I don’t need a 31st night to go berserk about drinks and getting drunk. I enjoy each day of my life and rejoice the evenings in wait of a new bright new day next morning.
31st nights, Valentine Days, Rose Days, Hug Days, Kiss Days, Chocolate Days etc. are rotten concepts of celebrating life. It gives people a high, gives them joy. It gives them thrill and a sense of having done something special. What a gloss, all gewgaw.
The fun, the thrill, the high is when you are still in your 8th grade and Maya Memsahab has released about which all you know is that it is full of adult hot content and you don’t have money to buy the theatre ticket and neither can you ask your parents for money for you can’t reveal the movie name (lying to elders was considered sinful then), and suddenly you see a pile of old newspapers, you collect them and few from your neighbours’ homes, rush to the raddiwala, sell everything and get a sepia toned soiled curled Rs. 10 note and you finally go and watch Maya Memsahab. I had understood nothing about the movie then. However, I enjoyed the sweat in finally being able to watch the movie. It is very memorable. I cherish it still.
Celebrating love is not gifting red roses or having a candle light dinner. Going down on your knees may be the most romantic thing but it makes you look like a slave, a beggar.
I am little confused about this day of celebrating love. The facts seem somewhat ambiguous. I asked few people about the Valentine’s Day and its relationship with celebrating love. None had a convincing answer. Some said it is cupid’s birthday. Who cupid? God of love…you stupid. Others said cupid was an angel. Some told me Saint Valentine’s birthday. Who Saint Valentine? The one who loved his beloved a lot? Who was his beloved? Some princess. I was dumbfounded with the answers.
Finally a source on the internet tells me: “There are varying opinions as to the origin of Valentine’s Day. Some experts state that it originated from St. Valentine, a Roman who was martyred for refusing to give up Christianity. He died on February 14, 269 A.D., the same day that had been devoted to love lotteries. Legend also says that St. Valentine left a farewell note for the jailer’s daughter, who had become his friend, and signed it “From Your Valentine”. Other aspects of the story say that Saint Valentine served as a priest at the temple during the reign of Emperor Claudius. Claudius then had Valentine jailed for defying him. In 496 A.D. Pope Gelasius set aside February 14 to honor St. Valentine. Gradually, February 14 became the date for exchanging love messages and St. Valentine became the patron saint of lovers. The date was marked by sending poems and simple gifts such as flowers. There was often a social gathering or a ball. – (source: http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Why_is_Valentine’s_Day_celebrated_on_February_14)”
I still don’t find that convincing. It all sounds deliberate that people made Valentine fall in love with jailer’s daughter and made Valentine the messenger of love. I mean Valentine and jailer’s daughter could have been just friends…kya ek ladka aur ek ladki kabhi dost nahi ho sakte?
Unless of course the story of Valentine’s and jailer’s daughter was like Maine Pyaar Kiya with Claudius playing Mohnish Behl’s part and roaring with a villainy smile – “ek ladka ladki kabhi dost nahin hote…yeh to ek parda hai parda …kapkapati raaton main dhadkte hue dilon ki bhadakti hui aag ko bhujhaane ka….chupaane ka”…haa…haa…haa…