woah

It amazes me, this sudden unanimity of opinion.
Everyone is saying yuck to roses and candy. Everyone is suddenly talking about Bajrang Dal. Everyone is a sharp customer whom knows the stuffed toy companies are out to swindle. Everyone hates mush. Everyone wants to hate V day.

So much unity in thought.
Everyone is painstakingly making sure Monday is deathly drab. Petrified that if they went to watch a play or a movie, they would be spotted and accused of having "celebrated Valentines". That they must make sure they’re heard saying "the day is even for one’s mother".

So much harmony in action.
Everyone’s making sure they don’t end up wearing red or associated shades on that day. That they're not caught walking alongside a guy or girl on the footpath. That if they went shopping, even alone, they’d become Madhuri Dixit buying pink things for herself in Dil to pagal hai. That they don’t decide to buy a letter pad that day. That they must not kiss who they want to so it doesn’t seem like an occasion.

My dad said he’s going to kann adichify and whistle vuttufy (wink at seedily, and whistle luridly) at my mom the whole day. The bus stop road romeo has similar plans, I suspect (except, he has a larger audience that excludes my mom, I hope).
Phew. Happy Valentines Day to the unafraid. May you stay far far away from the I’m-trying-very-hard-not-to-like-V-Day sheep.