valentine day

I love u like I have loved nobody

Love

I sleep in night seeing your pic,
I dream of you waking me up with a kiss,
You have given my life the ultimate bliss,
For you have actually become my charming Prince.

I eagerly wait for the day, when we will hold hands,
Uniting our lives with the exchange of garlands,
Becoming best friends forever and companions for life
Not merely a husband and a wife.

I Will follow you like a shadow,
I will be with you always like there is no tomorrow,
I commit myself to you heart, soul and body,
For you are my life, my love and I love u like I have loved nobody.

- Poem written and submitted by Priyanka Gupta.

Photo credits:

Male model: Warren David Dodsworth

Female model: Prarthana Nanaiah

Photographer: Laxmi Narayan

Concept & Styling: Sanjiv Vakharia

Make-up: Raju

Pages from the Diary of an Unknown Teenager

February 14

Anindita and Valentine’s day = Cool. Her boyfriend is taking her on a cruise.

Indrani and Valentines day = Boring. She has been on the phone chat stages since ages and will be for God knows how long.

Swasthi and valentines day = regular stuff – Dinner and dance.

Boski and valentines day = so sweet! He is cooking dinner for her and has composed a song for her! I am happy for her.

Me and Valentines Day =???

Sigh! Its Valentines Day again. There is a flutter all around me- Much ado about nothing like some star-studded Bollywood movies I say…

Since the day before yesterday, I have been subjected to demonstration of all sort of mush which has continued today to its full potent form. Not that I have any objection to anyone’s private preferences but at a point of time all these gets to you – especially if you are single and with only a diary as a companion. So there is no other option but to escape to my safe heaven in the building terrace with my diary, sit out for a few hours doing nothing particular…

Hmm! The sky is a beautiful blue with the white clouds making lovely pattern. The building to my left is a beehive of activity with some sort of construction going on but I guess it is lunch hour now. And there is a…Whoa! Now I will be darned…

Hey! Hey! Hey! No matter how voyeuristic it may sound but I am kind of liking what is going on there over at an inconspicuous corner…and so let me give you a word by word account of what’s happening there.

Well actually there are a couple there- labourers. No they aren’t exactly making out…but I saw the guy suddenly pull the female, towards him and she pushed him away smiling shyly… sweet! Real sweet! Ok from the looks, I think they are newly married, and she is not a worker but has come to visit him…

Wait a minute!  Now what are they up to? why are they sitting down?

Oh! Ok! They are about to have lunch.  She is fanning away the flies I guess… while he has his lunch in peace… how sweet! Wow! He does care for her… he is feeding her too in between bites… My God! The man really has love written all over him for her (no it’s not lust, at least not yet). He just now, lovingly pulled back a hair from her face which was bothering her… all the while chatting away gaily. (I wonder what they are chatting away so animatedly. Do they know it is Valentines Day today?)

Ok lunch is over… finally… But she has to leave now… and gosh! she looks really forlorn but she still manages to smile a sweet expectant smile. Her fingers entwined in his. Slowly parting his hand… but where is he rushing off to suddenly?  Ok… he is searching something in his shirt pockets near by…Hell! Don’t tell me it is a packet of condom…I…I think…Owoww! It’s a pack of bindi… for her… Just look at her eyes light up after she changed her existing one for the new one…

But she is going away now while he watches from his post…And he is still watching… while she is moving further away from him. And he is…still watching…but the contractor has called him I think…for after a one last longing look, he moves away… shoulders hunched… chin in the chest….

And I too retreat for the day to my den… with a new entry in diary:

Me and Valentines Day = Hope for true love… Hope in the power of Love.

Pink Chaddi Vs Pink Sari : The Valentine clash

So Pink is in air literally this Valentine ! Am not talking about any valentine fashion show. This valentine is war of under wears and 6 yard fabric both in pink shade though.

It all started few weeks back when some 40 odd self styled goondas stormed into a pub in mangalore and thrashed the girls enjoying their drinks inside , all in the name of safe guarding “Indian Culture” . Well , someone remind those guys that first of all beating women is not part of our Indian culture  but who will bell the cat ? Not atleast the ruling BJP government of the state. Yeddiyurappa is no Narendra Modi , lets face it , so we have a leadership who inspite of the majority position in assembly is rather timid and cautious in reacting towards this culture goondas.

So valentine spirit is politicized. The love day is turned into a bitter day. Reason ? Valentine culture is not our Indian culture. Damn it ! A culture that gave the world a complete treatise on sex in the form of Kamasutra and illustrated in the paintings of Ajanta , ellora and sculpted in various temples spread across India and notably Khajuraho is now been traumatised for valentine spirit of  love by some self styled moral brigade.

Ok , so how do some youth of India try to counter those ” self appointed guardians of Indian culture ” ? Some one came up with a whacky idea of presenting pink chaddis ( underwear) to those “Culture guardians” !!! The idea caught the fancy of the media ( can they afford to miss such a glamorous news !! ) and soon more people joined in , there are collection boxes for pink chaddis ! Inky pinky ponky !

Not to be outwitted , the opposition decided to send a return gift for all those lovely lasses giving them pink chaddi ! So we have pink saris being readied to be given as return gift ! Wow ! Quiet entertaining isn’t it ?!!

All is PINK  in love and war !!! Right ?!