Today, I’ve been invited to a Valentine’s eve dinner. I’m of the firm belief that Valentine’s day is more relevant to the youngsters who take their first step in love, go through heartbreaks only to kiss and make up soon after and exchange vows to be together for the rest of their lives. It’s really a great thing to be in love though my own experience about falling in love was more on a frequency, that, matched the Bombayites getting in and out of BEST buses and more often than not, my feelings were hopelessly one sided, in that the objects of my feelings never reciprocated the same! But I really enjoy seeing people in love and the extent to which the concerned couple can go, to be together is truly amazing – Rajat Gupta, my latest young friend, courtesy the recent Pune-Delhi trip, is a classic example and incidentally, he’s off to Chandigarh to be with his girl for the weekend. I feel that the expression of love cannot be restricted to a single day and it transcends religion, region and even age! It’s the purity of feelings that one has for the other 24x7, 365 days a year, period!!
And I’m no party animal though I’m an invitee to some of them. Basically shy, I’d rather spend my time alone, either watching the TV or settling down with a good book. I wouldn’t like to be vain, thinking that I’m extremely popular thanks to my ready wit and knowledge of things (a Jack of all trades, since I make it a point to read anything and everything that comes my way and I observe people and events- human behaviour really fascinates me – and this definitely gives me an advantage to pick up the thread of conversation, while in a group, without being voluble. But while I tell a joke, I always fluff the punch line!) or that I’m good looking (with my 5’3” frame and buck teeth, I’ve given myself a 4 out of 10 in this department long, long ago and at 54, it really doesn’t matter).Then why do I get the invites? Probably, an inebriated me with all my clumsiness, must be a continuous source of entertainment for the hosts and the guests as they’re kept in splits all through. I must, however, admit that I enjoy every bit of it and I wonder whether the others also do so in equal measure, if not more, to have me around them?
Tailpiece. After having seen the programme ‘Raaz Pichale Janam Ka’, I’ve this feeling that I was a mughal emperor – probably, Akbar – in my previous birth and hence go for a session when the programme goes on air again. But I also I’ve this lingering fear as to what would happen if it were to be established that I was Aurangzeb, instead! People will skin me for all his deeds!!
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