February 10, 2009 § 3 Comments
The Mediator sat on one of the benches at one the promenades that dotted Hussainsagar. It was Valentine’s Day. Couples strolled on the walkways, holding hands, whispering sweet nothings to their partners(what are these sweet nothings?, he thought, what is it that makes these girls blush and the guys, well…er…happy? ; he decided he was better off without knowing). Policemen strolled in twos along the promenade, they had been put on duty here to make sure that the couples are not bothered by the moral police(specifically the Shri Raju Sene, a group of single, spurned Satyam Engineers who wanted to do nothing better than to bash up software guys who weren’t single). He often wondered what made young men in groups beat up defenseless couples. Was it ideology? Religion? A zeal to hold up their idea of moral values? To feel good about themselves? Or was it just to have a good time? He decided that the answers didn’t lie there. The answer was plain and simple: they were just jealous of things they couldn’t have, of what they couldn’t be and they had lashed out at the slightest bit provocation that was offered. It is one of the basest human instincts, jealousy and it makes people do the stupidest of things, he reasoned.
It was a bad day to be single, this. Worse than normal days, that is. Much worse. He sat with music playing on his iPod,
Our Candle burns away, the ashes full of lies,
I gave my soul to you, you cut me from behind,
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide,
You’re scared of the truth and I’m tired of the lies…
He had noticed that the colour red and its variations had suddenly become omnipresent in the run up to Valentine’s Day. Discs and Pubs, Hotels and Restaurants, Shops and Malls, all turned to these colours to attract love st(r)uck couples. He had nothing against the colour, except that he hated it. And it also brought about rare vestiges of rage back in him, something to do with the colour or the day. He didn’t remember. Maybe he didn’t want to. The iPod went on,
Why’d you have to up and run away?
A million miles away
I want to close my eyes and make believe
That I never found you…
Life is particularly difficult for people in long distance relationships on this day. They want to personally go and whisper sweet nothings(what the hell are sweet nothings?) to their beloved on this most special of all days; instead of relying on a cell phone network to get their point across. But they did manage, and very enthusiastically at that.
One such sample was now striding across the promenade to come and sit next to him. “Valentines Day! Such a wonderful day, when everyone can express their love to each other. Like me to my girlfriend and she to me, even though we live so far apart. Life is beautiful today, isn’t it?" The Mediator felt a weird sensation of déjà vu at this stranger coming upto him and talking as if they were long lost friends. He looked behind him, wondering whether the stranger was talking to someone else. Nope. "Beautiful weather, isn’t it?", the stranger said. The Mediator just nodded and continued staring out. "Wonderful weather to be out with someone special", said the guy. The Mediator shifted a little, away from the guy, unsure of what he was getting at.
"Valentine’s day is wonderful!", the stranger continued, "its like the entire universe changes, life itself changes, the colours in the sky. But best of all, there is something in the air, something indefinable. Something that strikes all of us, something nobody can escape. There’s that kind of tingly feeling, like electricity that courses through the air this day. There’s something in the air. Something intangible. But its there, right?. Don’t you feel it, dude? What do you say, isn’t there something in the air?" He looked at the mediator.
The feeling of déjà vu was now complete. This guy was asking for it. The Mediator sighed. He inhaled and sneezed the type of sneeze that has the potential to spread a cold virus to all people within a 5 foot diameter. This guy was only 3 feet away. He had no chance. “Sorry about that. Yes, there is something in the air. Its known as the flu virus. I guess you know what that is.” The guy looked stunned and a little afraid. The Mediator got up and walked away. A thin smile forming on his lips. Idiot. There’s one born every Valentine’s Day. The iPod blared away,
So lie to me once again
And tell me everything will be alright…
Lie to me once again
And ask yourself before we say good bye.
Well good bye…
Was it worth it in the end?
[The song is Lie to me by 12 stones]
February 14, 2008 § 4 Comments
The sky was overcast, a slow breeze blew over the Hussainsagar, the clouds had a eerie glow of their own – perhaps because of the full moon that hid behind them. There was a slight chill in the air, it looked like it might rain soon. The night had elements of being romantic…for lack of a better word.
The Mediator looked out of his 4th floor apartment, towards the city. A city he didn’t call his own. Rows upon rows of lights – some twinkling, some not – illuminated the city. Planes took off and landed from the airport towards the far end of the horizon. All this reminded him of something; just what that something was he could not figure out. He felt nostalgic, emotions he wouldn’t admit to welled up inside him. It was something he couldn’t help, he decided. He continued staring outside the window.
Just then he was stirred out of his thoughts by his flatmate. The flatmate had just finished a lengthy 3 hour plus talkathon with his girlfriend back in his hometown. The Mediator always found it weird as to what they talked about. Day in and Day out. Night actually. But he had learned long ago not to ask. The answer was always the same: “stuff” they would say, followed by a lengthy sermon on how heartless he was. The Mediator didn’t ask. He didn’t care.
“Beautiful weather, isn’t it?”, the flatmate said. The Mediator just nodded and continued staring out. “Wonderful weather to be out with someone special”, said the flatmate. The Mediator shifted a little, away from the flatmate, unsure of what he was getting at. But he said nothing, just an unsure nod. “You know, the month of February is special, magical. It has every ingredient of romance. The birds sing their special tunes, the trees look so lively, there is colour everywhere, people are in the best of spirits, the animals are cheerful. And best of all there is Valentines Day! Such a wonderful day, when everyone can express their love to each other. Like me to my girlfriend and she to me. Life is beautiful in February, isn’t it?” The Mediator didn’t think that impending rain was a cheerful thought, he didn’t like birds chirping away to glory when he tried to sleep in the morning and he *hated* anyone who was cheerful without a good, valid reason. But he didn’t say anything to the flatmate. Best not to burst the bubble, he reasoned. He didn’t say anything.
“Life is beautiful in February”, the flatmate repeated and continued, “its like the entire universe changes, life itself changes, the colours in the sky. But best of all, there is something in the air, something undefinable. Something that strikes all of us, something nobody can escape. Theres that kind of tingly feeling, like electricity that courses through the air in Feb. There’s something in the air. Something intangible. But its there right. Don’t you feel it, dude? What do you say, isn’t there something in the air?” He looked at the mediator.
The Mediator nodded. He looked away from the view of the city that had so far kept him captivated. He looked at his flatmate, into his eyes, nodded again and said “I believe its called Pollution. Look it up in wikipedia“. And the Mediator stalked off to his bedroom, a thin smile curving across his face, while his flatmate sat on the window sill, stunned.
February 7, 2008 § 2 Comments
Yes, Valentine’s Day approaches. As I
speak write, couples plan, some individually, some together, some as surprises, some with disappointment, on how to spend the day, how to make someone feel special, how to surprise someone. Phew, that was long. And in some places, people plan on how to disrupt the day, how best to garner publicity by breaking glasses, burning cards, taking out morchas and even threatening couples. Love and Hate come out on the same day. Shameful. But such is life.
But do we know why such a day is celebrated? Why is it that people prefer this day to let others know of their feelings? Is it because the greeting card company told us so? Is it because everybody does it? There must be a story behind it, surely. And so it is. The story goes(from wikipedia):
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.”
So thats the legend. Thats why we celebrate 14th of Feb. every year as Valentines Day.
And for the readers of this blog, and particularly for the people who come here searching for “how to propose” and “poem propose”, here are a few lines, written by yours truly. Hope you find it useful.
I want to be your Valentine
Will you be mine too?
My Heart to you is given
Hope you give me yours too…
I know, its bad poetry, but its mine 😛 .