more Valentine’s Day is round the corner. Roses and cards, gifts and chocolates
abound in every mall. On the other side, the multi-various Senas are scratching their tails thinking of plans
to foil it. My perception of Valentine’s Day has undergone a ‘sea’ change from roses
and candles to soiled diapers and exams. When you are all of 16 and sport a
Lady Di cut with flared nostrils the size of a proboscis monkey, no one would
dare mess up with you on a Valentine’s Day. Despite the ‘boyish’ charm, there
was this guy who was persistent in his efforts to make my brain produce more
estrogen. Alas, the guy failed miserably as I seriously lacked the grey
matter. If you would ask me now, dear X, I would give you lessons on Fifty
Shades of Grey!
never had the opportunity to put my foot in a college, I joined Railways when I was 18 years old. Life in a distant city, a ladies hostel brimming with trouble
mongers and imagine a Valentine’s Day in their midst. The girls would buy
special dresses for the occasion, even Kolhapuris to go with their cotton
salwars as I would watch all starry-eyed and moon over their flowers and
chocolates, slurping my parattas and licking my curd in the hostel dining room.
Damn the hormones. They just missed me by a mile ;)
more years of hostelling and I started finding the V Day enlightening. If you
sit along the hostel side walk and keep counting at the girls being dropped by
the guys after a romantic dinner, you find it an infinite number. You attain
Nirvana when even then, not a drop of oxytocin is secreted in your brain.
Equally rejuvenating was the fact that I made better friendships (yes, you
would say that to any relationship with guys twice my age:P) and grimaced at
the itch generated by the ‘romance queens’.
kept dreaming of a great Valentine’s Day once I got married. Married to a no
nonsense man who treats romance very practically, cutting out the crap, the ‘honey
moon sundae’ was lodged between my palate and throat. Every day was romantic,
be it the sweet nothings we spoke for hours together or the fights we had
breaking glass table tops. Life was anything but dull. As for the hormones,
they went on an overdrive, I was bubbling with love and romance for the first
year of wedded bliss. Pause.
was only before the little devil number one came along. He brought with him fragrance of soiled
diapers and gooey vomit that I forgot the fragrance of roses or the taste of
chocolates. But I fell in love with the chubby cheeks and softer skin, the
miniature version of the husband looked far too attractive. We had dinner
dates together, Junior spitting all the goo on me and pooping at the right
moment when I looked besotted with him. Then came devil number two and I fell
in love the instant I saw her. Cerelac and bonnisan dinners were paired with spray
painting missions of the house, we both rocked the world, literally.
The hormones were now confused and planning a strategy to get through my thick
skull. Hit her at her weakest moment, they said to themselves. That moment
never came. Every time Cupid aimed at me with his arrow, ding said the washing
machine or the kids started a kick boxing match for which I had to be the
referee. It was a burnt curry once or the submission dates for the husband, the next time.
Cupid must have sensed that every moment is the opportune moment, then.
love is in the air, each day is Valentine’s Day. Be it a crowded train or a
busy road, our minds always stay connected. Be it thousands of miles apart or
inches near, we always feel in love. L loves showering me with gifts-
chocolates, phones, bags and perfumes. A doting husband does that every other
day and Cupid realized we are too busy to check even the arrows that hit our
foreheads bang on.
is not about candle lit dinners and roses. It is about raising the children
together, growing old together and still paying the bills on time ;) It is
about the ultimate sacrifice you make for the institution called family. So
till then, if you ask what my gift is for this Valentine’s Day, I ordered
myself a Nuapet Ikat saree online and received it just now. From me, to me :P
Dear hormones, if you are still lurking there somewhere, bring that Cupid
fellow to me. I must ask him if he has paid all his bills for this month on
time and if he loves his baby’s potty time ;)
p.s.: Loving Valentine's Day wishes to everyone!