It was a Tuesday, a simple Tuesday, oh no, not so simple, it was a beautiful Tuesday with clouds in the sky, clouds which were outlined in golden colour by sun rays, I was in my balcony, cherished, relished, enjoying the beauty and grace of nature, feeling the soft touch of cold zephyr on my face. In simple words, it was a beautiful morning to wake up.
Day started with normal pace and after satisfying me that I was then ready to wander into the world of civilized people, I was there into the lanes on my bike. All was just perfect when I finally passed by a flower shop and noticed much more crowd there as compared to any other day, more over the shop was too being adorned in a alluring and beautiful manner, huge banners were there and in the best possible shinning sparkles it was written “ Happy Valentine’s Day”,
A bolt from blue, then I realized that that day was 14 Feb., and it was the day pronounced and announced by homo sapiens as the day of love, justified by some tales of a St. Valentine, now the oxymoron is the shape that this day has taken in years, obviously entirely different from what St valentine has prophesied, wished or celebrated.
Anyways, all these thoughts came to me and passed in few moments as I was the inhabitant of that part of world of guys who don’t have any girl friends in fact to be precise, a more obscure world of guys who rarely have girls as their friends, due to some reason or others,
I was, with my bike, wandering in the streets leading to the nearby city park which is famous for its natural beauty and huge fountains, a beautiful place to be at when one wants to have an interaction with the deepest possible thoughts and ideas, in the whole way there were small or big groups of youngsters, mainly on shops and cafes, and they all were , whole heartedly, celebrating that auspicious occasion, I was really feeling something in my heart then and was contemplating as what is so much special about that day, about all those celebrations, or was that all mere ostentations by few bigots of religion of St valentine, which itself has lost its shape and original face.
Anyways, I was heading towards my favourite bench which was my companion, since childhood, for most of my creations. In the meanwhile, I was having plethora of thoughts and oodles ideas in my mind and I was busy in thinking and segregating them from each other.
“oops”, a soft yet agitated voice, I found a white patch of vanilla flavour ice cream on my black t shirt and a girl standing in front, with expressions of sorry, worry and furry all together on her face, I then realized that she was hasten and collided with me, I on the other hand was angry too, after all that incident has spoiled my T shirt,
“I am sorry, I was taking it for my mate, my boy friend and you came …couldn't you see……”, then she realized that mistake was her only, “I am sorry too”, she said
“It’s OK, nothing can be done now, I am sorry too, and I was busy in my world of thoughts” I said.
“Ha ha “, she laughed. “Yaa, everyone is busy today either with someone or with thoughts of someone, it’s the day of love”
“No, that was not in my mind, I was thinking something else”
“Am I meeting an inhabitant of other planet, an alien? You were busy in thinking on something else, on this day?
“Yes, I was, is it necessary to ponder only on love issues on this day,”?
“So are you saying that you don’t have a GF to celebrate this day “?
Yes I don’t have. So what?
“Ha ha “she laughed and started moving to the ice cream counter, and said “I can’t believe, this is a poor thing “.
Stunned I was then, her last words were echoing in my ears, making my mind contemplates and I really want to ask this world, is it a real poor thing?
I walked outside the park, saw many kids there, they were begging for alms, money and those self proclaimed envoys of St valentine were trying to escape them by all possible means, I was surprised to see that is love for humanity and poor was not endorsed by St valentine, “what is this going on”? I asked myself.
I was very sad, sad like never before to see the ideology persisting in the mind of young chaps of country, though I am sure that there must be many youngsters who yet too like to celebrate their birthdays, new year etc. with people of less fortunate class, but there is a perennial increase in the population of those youths who believe that celebrations only mean having couples, relations, break ups, patch ups, and this is the only and solely thing to think on in this world.
I am not generalizing this incident, certainly not, but one thing I can say for sure that replication of these incidents will mean a serious problem in the persisting system of humanity relations of our country. In the very next moment, another thought came in my mind, “I don’t have any such special person with me, and is this the reason why I do not understand the depth of the celebrations going on”? Two very different aspects of views were being encountered by me at the same time, “whether my perception is right or whether I am trying to be over idealist”?
I headed back to home with two words echoing in my mind, Am I right or Am I wrong?
