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V Day- Lets b stupid again n again n again...

Bade frustrations hain yaar is pyaar ke jhamele mein…no? kabhi to ye dil kahin mil nahi paate kahin pe nikal aaye janmon ke naate..Ah the sweet 70’s love story. Whoever heard of double dating, ditching, long distance in those days? But jaise jaise human race ne progress ki, sab kuch kafi simple ho gaya, bas pyaar hi complicated hota gaya.

Singles have 364 days; lovers have one….and many other such random happy thoughts for people. Single or taken, people act crazy. I remember a friend of mine confessing how he went to the terrace and cried quietly on Valentine’s day at the fact that he has no one to celebrate this day with. Kya hi fark padta hai, Valentine’s day is commercial gimmick to make people yearn for otherwise clichéd things and attach importance to material things which are overvalued (overweight stock huh)

I think I managed this date all my life pretty well. I give all credit to roadside romeos around my house who made it special for me by leaving anonymous gifts in front of my house. That’s the best way no? If you give it I won’t take. If you leave it..hell….I did take it but never accepted it from you! Win –win..U gave I took. U din’t go through hazard of facing me, I din’t have to go through hazard of declining it.

We are even….

But if being taken makes things easier, then that’s not so true…One weird phenomenon is indeed what couples decide to do. Either make it a big deal and celebrate it at large – and oh end up being that moron who is ordering a heart cake, or you do nothing and proclaim how each day is a valentine day for you…and pretend to be more-than-normally-normal.

See the fact is, if you have it you flaunt it. Isn’t it like not running the day everyone comes down to run as you supposedly run every day? You do your best in two situations- when no one is watching and when everyone is….Oh man, I know my examples suck…

I can say this now because the more you understand it the simpler it gets. Problem actually kafi simple bhi hai and age old known bhi. Itna dimaag kya lagana yaar. Dimaag ka kam hai hi nahi yahan….I think and overthink and come up with funde and stances and what I feel about the concept. It is actually about what you feel for the person, not day or concept.

Think and do whatever, Par jab hota hai toh bada tedha medha sa hota hai, saare logics hila dega, saari akal dhari ki dhari reh jayegayi. Its not even funny how even the most intelligent person (even if self proclaimed) finds himself acting fool in love and doesn’t mind it too…

Jaise mein, apne saari life ka outcome, saari hopes laga deti hoon achanak se India ke ek cricket match pe… 14 th feb hai, college romance hai, convocation pe India world cup jeet gaya that oh cricket se zyada bhala kaun mera pyaar samjhega haan? jeetenge toh hamare pyaar ki bhi jeet hogi, life khushi khushi bitayenge and sab achcha hoga… par dhoni ko bhi mere se dushmani hain, 1 ball 4 run, chauka mara, rok liya gaya, bhaag ke teen run. Match tied….Huh!

Chalo koi aur stupid cheez dhondein, kuch zyada craziness pe kismet ko taang dein…aur is pyaar ka faisla Karen…stupid like love, stupid in love, forever!

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