On a Valentine’s Day

As I woke up today with a shoulder that hurt like hell, the first thing I heard (read from a Gtalk SM) was about a blast in Pune. The day proceeded there on. It is Valentine’s Day and my day starts with the news of an act of utmost hatred! I have never felt comfortable with idea of having a single day celebrating love. And that day too has been disfigured and moulded into a money minting exercise by the ‘corporate’. This along with the bad news made me call up home and talk to the person I love the most, my mom. It had been a while since I had talked to her (the network here in Shillong does need a lot of work) so I obviously felt lighter after talking to her (although the talking was mostly from her side asking the usual queries about food, health and weather).

There are days when you want to dance and have fun and then there are days when you want a quiet place for yourself. Today happens to be the latter for me. There are people dying because of hunger, war and terrorism, yet we make farce celebration of humanity and love today. The true meaning of love has been lost and all that remains today is charred debris of a noble emotion. All of us wish to be happy and continuously strive for it and in this endless pursuit very few pay attention to a neighbor with a sad face. We have lost our reason, our thought process lies in shambles and yet we have the courage to stand up and make a happy face.

This is all that I’ll write for now. And if you believe that I am feeling low today, relax, my motto in life is simple and straightforward:

“When I am sad, I stop being sad and become awesome instead”

Barney Stinson (HIMYM)