Quite honestly, Valentine’s Day is the most unappealing event of the year under my set of definitions. It hardly interests me, but with such ‘intense love’ in the air, the temptation of making a mockery out of it was irresistible for me.
With another 14th of February comes another fresh ‘horde of lovers’, desperately trying to make one day out of 365 days in a year a little less miserable (or as they put it, a little more ‘special’). However, when I look at it, it seems nothing more than a fantastic day for Hallmark and Archies, paid e-card galleries and any gift shops out there. The best part, it happens every year and with it, brings more couples and a lot more money.
You might be wondering what my problem is if card stores are making more profit than usual out of the stupidity of youths for a particular day. It is not about the business inside card stores that I find so peculiar; rather, it is the fact that love can be both bought and sold that makes me wonder.
I have seen different forms of commodities being exchanged for a few extra bucks, the obvious examples being education (compliments to the increasing number of ‘English-medium’ schools and coaching centres popping up like mushrooms from nowhere) and honesty (ranging from the highest officials in government ‘services’ to the underpaid employees in small offices). ‘Love’ has not been a recent addition to a longer version of this list, but it is about time somebody speaks up about how easy it is becoming for transaction in the general ‘youth’ market these days.
Ignoring for a second about the predefined, ‘bookish’ terms used to describe this particular feeling, what immediately comes into focus is the modified, simpler, ‘practical’ and ‘more suitable’ interpretation of it. The slightest fluttering of the heart which stays for longer than a week and perhaps, if ‘unlucky’ for more than a month, seems the precondition of ‘intense love’. Added to it, the desperation to see and be with him/her, the constant urge to satisfy desires, the ‘almost perfect’ smile or the ‘nearly heavenly’ figure seem to be the assured steps towards a successful relationship. Or, as I like to put it, the next big steps in retaining your interest for a few more days after 6 months (I apologize if I counted too many days). The gifts, cards, phone calls and cell phone bills come with it like a compact package, and “bingo!” you are expected to be both lucky and happy.
What further annoys me is the ease with which our ‘prospective’ couples exchange the three most-commonly-used words in English vocabulary. It does not require a second thought, a few more days or a bit of honesty. It comes out as simply as something like, “I don’t feel like studying” (and there yawns the speaker, wearing the typical bored expression). The flexibility with which they give up their dignity and sanity and after a few weeks from an ‘unexpected’ separation, the comfort with which the memories evaporate or pretend to be without influence is what comes with the compact package of ‘love’. It is almost a routine, with minor changes. The ‘best’ part is that you can buy it and you can sell it – all it requires is peer pressure, dishonesty and lack of self-respect.
Then again, you wish it were so simple! Love, in my experience, is by far, the most complex emotion that works inside the human heart and mind. Of course, when I am saying this, I am referring to the ‘uncool’ love that people read in books (don’t rely on movies – they are pathetic). It takes a lot more than just the fluttering of your heart to make it real. It is about being a little less selfish and a little more caring; it means few sacrifices and many more compromises; it is being inspired by the same dream and giving up whatever it takes to make it happen; and most importantly, it is about trying to correct mistakes and being a little more perfect as a person for your beloved.
Undoubtedly, my ‘uncool’ definition of ‘uncool’ love will be very much contrary to the cooler, simple versions of it. With perfect consideration, I will allow Hallmark and Archies to carry on with their Valentine’s Day business strategies; the fools make bigger fools out of themselves and waste another day. This article, however does not include exceptions (where true love does occur and do last), for exceptions are never much fun being the topic of discussion. I don’t think this article will be anything more than entertainment, although my intentions were a bit of self-realization on the readers’ part. On that note and with little hope, I am eagerly waiting to watch Cupid’s wings burn down to ashes, soon.