Another year has passed, another Valentine's Day gone. Say
goodbye to the most depressing and unnecessary holiday of
the year. I know what you're all thinking -- only single,
"bitter" women who have no life say that, but
that's not true. I am pretty sure that even if I did have
a life and wasn't bitter, I would still hate Valentine's
I left the lights and constant hustle and bustle of Manhattan
for Dhaka, there was only one thing that I knew I would
never miss -- the sickly-sweet, "lovey-dovey"
atmosphere of Valentine's Day -- you know the kind that
makes jaded human beings like me sick to their stomachs?
I had figured that in a country where it was culturally
unacceptable for couples to openly express their feelings
for each other in public, Valentine's Day would be a far
shot. Boy, was I wrong.
sorry to say that with the unfortunate side effects of Star
TV, Hallmark and commercials promoting love, happiness and
everything that is sugar and spice, we, who are otherwise
known as scornful, have to suffer the sightings of star-crossed,
love-struck couples roaming around Dhaka on this godforsaken
day. We see them holding hands, staring in to each other's
eyes over a melting bowl of icecream banana splits, receiving
presents of big stuffed animals and even bigger garishly
decorated cards, sniffing the petals of their bright red
roses, coyly biting into tiny, heart-shaped candy. Even
at this olden and golden age, I do not have the nerve to
so unabashedly "shout my love from all the rooftops
of town" -- for even my mother, much less a member
of the opposite sex.
of this day claim that this is a day for love, a day in
which you show your appreciation for the people that you
love, a day in which you make that someone special feel
how special they really are. Shouldn't that be every day?
I mean, sure, it's hard to always show you're appreciation
and love to those who are around you constantly but is the
world really lacking in love so much that a whole day has
to be dedicated to celebrating it -- or rather, overdoing
it? So let me get this straight, for the rest of the year
you can neglect those you care about as long as on Valentine's
Day you show up with a box of chocolates, a fat teddy bear
and a card saying I love you?
is not the celebration of love. My issue is why should the
thousands of people who do not have Valentines, or even
those who have Valentines that do not believe in cards and
gifts, feel less special and less loved than anyone else?
And when you really love someone, do you really have to
display it and showcase it, or even prove it? Yes, it's
true that getting flowers or a card saying how much someone
appreciates you is always a nice thing -- but does there
have to be a specific day set aside for that? Or should
it be something that comes from the heart?
it, Valentine's Day is just a ruse -- there is no cupid
(and even if there is I cannot believe for one second that
anyone would take a naked baby with a bow-and-arrow seriously).
It's just another excuse for card stores to sell more cards,
another opportunity for candy and chocolate industries to
sell more of their goods, another pretext for toy stores
to sell stuffed animals to adults.
I am sure all you crusaders of love are reading this and
thinking I am this rather unattractive, overweight, pimply
woman, who wears bright colours that do not match, thick
plastic-rimmed glasses, and who has obviously never had
a Valentine, and never will, with this nasty attitude. You
could be right. You could be wrong. The fact is you'll never
know. What you do know is that even with my horrible attitude,
I survived another painfully and excruciatingly boring Valentine's
(R) thedailystar.net 2004