V-DAY....Terminator couldn't help here !!

It's the dreaded day – the day that was meant to signify the martyrdom of a man, instead is celebrated as a day for heart shaped balloons and chocolate mint candies! Ok, I will admit to being tempted (to say the least) to buy the over-priced Hallmark card and hand it to a long time crush. But that's a phase every 13 year old goes through. So dare you judge me for being clinically normal!

But when you are past your teens and somewhat understanding the whole "I am an adult now" concept, does the day mean a lot more or should we discount it as just another day?

Let me clarify the reasons for the options above:
Time is something we all run short of – and with the way things are going, we might as well say, we are living on borrowed time. It's difficult to keep the romance alive when you yourself are trying to guarantee the man on your operating table stays alive. Work turns into an act of infidelity. Yes, I do admit that this is not the case with all but definitely for a majority. So, why judge the inept for indulging in a bouquet of roses and a candle-lit dinner?

I have heard of this folklore – of this special species of later Homo sapiens genealogy. Who would treat you like a goddess all year round and still have the energy to make dinner reservations at your favorite restaurant on V-Day, greet you with a bouquet of the freshest and brightest red roses and gift you a diamond ring as a token of his lasting love and affection. WOW … talk about a plot for a Hindi Horror film!

But in all honesty, how does this species function and how does the "goddess" put up with it. The sloppy kisses, the mushy one-liners. Ok, these are good – once in a while- but every moment of every day. Apologies for the old hag rant, but is it me alone who feels the over-the-top romance is suffocating to everyone who shares your breathing space? nn nA peck on the cheek, a yearning look, a hushed whisper* – now these are stolen moments that add flavor to the romance. The overt gestures are as good as a monster truck rally – the end result nothing but a disaster and name one person who won't enjoy a man-made wreck like that. nn nPublic Display of Affection (aka PDA) has been brutally tainted as an excuse for the nauseating antics. I consider it a turn-on (those still paying attention: Refer*). But boundaries is what a society is based on and it would really be nice to create a limit to the number of times you are allowed to throw up while walking along nMarine Drive. n nOnce dinner is done, there is the well-not-so-spoken-of part. The night just doesn't end with the chef's special dessert tray of high calorie pastries (which by the way, you carefully avoided to fit into the slinky black dress)

But in all honesty, how does this species function and how does the "goddess" put up with it. The sloppy kisses, the mushy one-liners. Ok, these are good – once in a while- but every moment of every day. Apologies for the old hag rant, but is it me alone who feels the over-the-top romance is suffocating to everyone who shares your breathing space?

A peck on the cheek, a yearning look, a hushed whisper* – now these are stolen moments that add flavor to the romance. The overt gestures are as good as a monster truck rally – the end result nothing but a disaster and name one person who won't enjoy a man-made wreck like that.

Public Display of Affection (aka PDA) has been brutally tainted as an excuse for the nauseating antics. I consider it a turn-on (those still paying attention: Refer*). But boundaries is what a society is based on and it would really be nice to create a limit to the number of times you are allowed to throw up while walking along Marine Drive.

Once dinner is done, there is the well-not-so-spoken-of part. The night just doesn't end with the chef's special dessert tray of high calorie pastries (which by the way, you carefully avoided to fit into the slinky black dress). Well I will leave upto the imagination of my infrequent readers...

Why this rant - in short - has love become materitalistic?
And with this I do not just refer to the love that blossoms with every spring or that between two star crossed teenagers/adult/adult-wannabes !!!
Are parents substituting their love with objects....IS LOVE BEING "OBJECT"ified???

This is not the same as being OBJECTIVE, because when its matters of the heart - they are never that simple...
So is it? I say IT IS....I ALSO SAY - WHY NOT? I ALSO SAY - EVERYTHING HAS A LIMIT....if one needs a sweaty wad of cash to tell their loved one they care all the time, everytime, I am sorry to disappoint you but I shall not be pleased

Yes with the rising inflation, it gets tough to hold your own with the MRPs and VATs and other acronyms. But Gandhi did not expect to be used ever so affectionately....

My grief - lets ge back to the craziness, the serenades, the walks arm-in-arm, the "i-dont-like-your-taste-in-music-but-will-still-listen-to-it" sort of love - the kind Shakespeare glorfifed but with a whole lot of subtlety.....

Maybe its too much to ask - but then again - so is Divine Intervention when you don't pray.....