Vday Spam

<-- This is exactly how I feel about Valentine’s day. What’s the big deal?

BUT, surrounded as I am by new love, old love and hopeful love, how can I not write an obligatory post..

First off though, this story needs to be shared: suite mate S is in a brand spanking new, extremely forbidden and secretive relationship. She’s a Jain, he’s a Muslim, and her father would beat her to death if he found out. Aside from that delightful fact, she’s all aglow with new love. Apparently today is her, cue eye roll, ONE MONTH ANNIVERSARY. So, she bakes a cake. And muffins. Like a hundred of them, WHICH she refuses to share, because they’re FOR HIM. Now this cake, boys and girls, is indeed a spectacular, one of a kind, completely original, absolutely non-cliché kind of cake. Picture if you will: its heart-shaped (what??), pink icing (pink??) and decorated with little heart shaped candy (no!!). And it sits on our living room table in all its nauseating glory, taunting me. If ever a cake has looked grotesquely valentiney and completely unedible, it is this one. No, not INedible as in unfit to be eaten, but UNedible, as in completely impossible to eat due to danger of choking on one’s own bile. I have had ideas, yes, and so has O, the front runners being cutting a hole in it, sticking a knife in it, or the best one: writing ‘interracial rships are BAD’ on it. We havn’t done anything though. Yet. I would like to say this is all very cute, and I would, if I were 16. Hell, I did stupid Vday crap when I was a kid too. But really, once you hit your twenties, its about time you stopped. Really, just stop.

On to the post stuff:
There are two kinds of people in the world. The ones in relationships and the ones who are not. Come Vday, there are four kinds. The ones in relationship who are obnoxious about it, and the ones who don’t care about it. And then we have those people who are not in relationships who hate this day with a passion because they are lonely/bitter/cranky/anti- romance and then those, myself included, to whom Thursday the 14^th will follow pretty much the same schedule as Thursday the 7^th did, albeit with an excess of red and candy, and are not overly concerned either way.

I’ve been petitioned to wear black tomorrow, sort of a boycott valentines day campaign, which I think is rather funny, but I might still do it, just cause I just bought a rather snazzy black sweater. I’ve also been asked to go for lunch, which I’ll also do, since, like breakfast and dinner, I must have it everyday. The significance of either, however, is right over my head. Exactly the way Peanut does it.

I don’t do Days. Not Mother’s Day, not Father’s Day, not Best Friend’s Day or any other outrageously hypocritical, show-of-love-via-cards-and-flowers Day. That said, I am perusing Hallmark for cards. Why? Well for one thing, I’ve already received 3 cards and am guilt stricken. But more importantly, while I will completely agree with those who think this a stupid, consumer-oriented, over-rated Day if there ever was one, I can also find nothing wrong with celebrating something positive like love. We so rarely ever celebrate it, even when we should, every single day. So cards it is then. E-cards, that is, since you won’t find me spending my hard earned money on nonsense. And if people want to spend big bucks on flowers that will die in two days and jewellery that will never be worn, well, its no skin off my back! So calm the fuck down, all you Vday haters, and show some love!

Happy Valentine's Day!