Oh what the heck, St Valentine
After listening to him ramble for 10 torturous moments, even a spectacularly dim witted soul would understand that he’s talking about turpentine, not Valentine. Sonal Kalra tells more.health and fitness Updated: Feb 10, 2009 18:50 IST
After listening to him ramble for 10 torturous moments, even a spectacularly dim witted soul would understand that he’s talking about turpentine, not Valentine
Pappu Singh had made a grave mistake and he realized it within 60 seconds of committing the blunder. After listening to Chaddhaji ramble about paint, varnish and chemicals for some torturous moments, even a spectacularly dim witted soul would understand that he’s talking about turpentine. So why, pray, did Pappu Singh choose Chaddhaji, of all the people in the world, to ask what Valentine meant. “Oh Sirji, Valentine, not turpentine.
What these young ladke-ladkiyan do, I mean,” he tried explaining to Chaddhaji, still nursing some faint hope that he’ll get a sane answer out of that odd creation by the Lord. “Whether it’s a boy or a girl, paint is paint,” replied Chaddhaji and Chhottu physically dragged him away on some pretext before someone listening could cause him bodily harm in sheer frustration.
Dateless in Delhi
“Why do you want to know about Valentine?” I asked Pappu Singh with a mischievous wink when I got to know about the incident later. “Madamji this Valentine thing seems very important…my 17- year-old nephew Bunty is very stressed these days because he doesn’t have a Valentine,” he replied. Somehow I instantly knew what he meant. There are many Buntys (and Bubblys too) who seem stressed these days, simply because they don’t have a girlfriend or boyfriend to flaunt.
It’s that time of the year when even if you go around with blindfold on, with ears plugged, you’ll get to sense something related to Valentine’s preparation, or simply, love being ‘in the air’.
From “my friend got more roses and cards than me last year” to “could you lend me some money this month, I need to buy an expensive perfume for my girl”, young people seem to be under some or the other pressure. Add to it the tension of how to spend the day without some ‘moral sena’ bashing you up live on national TV or worse yet, getting you married to your date right there on the street.
Check out the definition of ‘love’ in a dictionary and it’s supposed to be a fulfilling, happy emotion. I wonder what contentment is the emotion providing in today’s context when a day meant for love is a day we anticipate with so much stress. Those who oppose it are stressed, those who support it are even more tense…because they have to actually celebrate it to justify the support.
Love will find you
The calmness trick this week is to simplify things…to realize that love is for you to feel, not to prove a point to someone or to compete with someone else’s way or degree of expression. If you get to celebrate Valentine’s Day in style, it’s great…if you don’t, just remember that the day didn’t even exist when your mum and dad, and most other people around you, were young. They still found love…and so will you. You just have to look for a way…and not a day, to show it.
Sonal Kalra is still wondering how Chaddhaji knows even about turpentine. By the way, she just overheard him book 83 roses for Mrs Chaddha, one for each kg she weighs. He’s in for trouble this Valentine’s Day. Mail your calmness tricks at firstname.lastname@example.org