Anti V-day Rant- Chapter 1
It’s that month again. That awful awful awful awful awful awful AWFUL month.
And considering 3 of my best friends’ birthdays fall in this Goddamn, manhoos-bil-manhoos, unhappiness bestowing, ghum main diboing, satyanaas- tareen month of the year I can’t even find a cubby-hole to hibernate in.
Oh how I loathe this month.
This month which would just be a normal month if those cash-grubbing, soul-selling, recession causing, Lakshmi worshipping imps of the free media didn’t cover it with red paint and red crepe paper and red helium balloons so that i-just-happen-to-be-single girls like myself feel hopelessly out of place with our yellow folders and black hand bags while non-singles dance tauntingly around us singing “Niya niya! You can’t be in our club!”
Losers. My club is a lot more fun. So there.
Why isn’t there a day to celebrate the joys of not being in love? Of not having to dish out a couple of thousand rupees on gifts the guy/girl will probably show off to his/her friends then throw at the back of his/her cupboard. Or return when the relationship’s over.
How come there isn’t a day to celebrate freedom? Happy Non-commitment Day. It sounds good to me. How about celebrating it this 10th of March?
By the way, it’s the third of this month. Expect rants like this throughout February. Before the 14th because I’ll be groaning about the insane amount of red hearts I see everywhere; and after the 14th because I’ll be groaning about how (once again) I received no valentine cards, or chocolates or even those lame smses that people send each other to make their single-dom a lot more bearable. If I were you, I’d stay clear of this particular blog all through February.