Friday, February 13, 2009

From your Valentine

I’m sure we draw reality from fiction.

Just as Jerry Seinfeld would say “Spider-man, Super-man, Batman… these are not fantasizes… these are options…

I like to remember 14Th February because 15Th February is my kid-sis birthday.A good enough reason to remember Valentines Day eh?

Coming to Valentines Day, wiki says and I quote:

Legenda Aurea still provides no connections whatsoever with sentimental love, appropriate lore has been embroidered in modern times to portray Valentine as a priest who refused an unattested law attributed to Roman Emperor Claudius II, allegedly ordering that young men remain single.

The Emperor supposedly did this to grow his army, believing that married men did not make for good soldiers.

The priest Valentine, however, secretly performed marriage ceremonies for young men. When Claudius found out about this, he had Valentine arrested and thrown in jail. In an embellishment to The Golden Legend, on the evening before Valentine was to be executed, he wrote the first "valentine" himself, addressed to a young girl variously identified as his beloved as the jailer's daughter whom he had befriended and healed, or both.”

It was a note that read…

"From your Valentine."

And since that day we have mourned his death in the most befitting way.

Maybe it would have made more sense if it was an “Anti-Gay Day”

Besides being a vindictive-single-guy-who-is renting-it-all-out, I in my sanity consider Valentines Day to be the most UN-intellect thing, the human race can come up with.

Do you really need a card or a gift or a what ever to prove your love. Can we be dumber? And what’s with the hearts? Who even came up with this shape? It reminds me of a sticky reddish flubber. The cupid is not even romantic… No wonder Michael Jackson lost his nuts and started slobbering over kids.

So this Saturday, when couples will be off wishing, exchanging, dating, and you know what, I will be off to Yes Mister for my weekend cup of tea… Alone. Sadly I am not the ‘fairer sex dream-dude’ and nor I choose “Clear men”.

Love has always been the white dress on the wrong girl.