these love animals (no, i am talking about lovebirds. wings of those birds were clipped and they have been made animals since when-i-don’t-know) are weird. what they do irks me a lot. sure, i let you take this for my jealousy or grapes-are-green outlook. see, how liberal i am!
let me come to the point, no more rambling further.
why i distaste love animals then? as one of the popular nepali idioms (कसलाई केको धन्दा, कसलाई केको? घरज्वाईँलाई खानको । = Who has what work, who has what? Home(-based) son-in-law has only eating work ) says, these animals are concerned only about their partners, meeting or talking about them or at least they try to show (off) that they are what they feign to be.
today the social media sites —facebook and twitter — are abuzz with this-and-that-of-love. oh i see, it’s sent (sic) valentine’s day today. and, it’s obligation for them to talk about love. maybe, the more you talk or make others hear/read what you say/write about love, the more you will be considered a lover. it’s been bounden duty.
people have forgotten the old national anthem — that praised the king, unduly; that i never could memorise, forget about singing — and they are reluctant to learn the new one — at least, i am never going to learn it for sure. nonetheless, with certainty, i can tell you they won’t forget the valentine’s day and to say “i love you” to their “valentines” or wish the valentine day to all random people they meet here and there while idling around or at least write something on facebook or twitter to feign that they have this love fever.
it’s 21st century and the world has become a global village hooked to the stupid thing called internet, right?
co-incidence it was, i also used the word “love” on twitter today. what happened was i was on a dirty safa tempo on the way to my workplace this afternoon, and i saw a bus with some “cheap”love-lit emblazoned on its rear. (it was an old benz-type of bus, by the way)
in some primitive but meaningful english, the bus-love-lit read:
Love is life
Life is damage
ps 1: i could not take its picture because some vehicles came in between
ps 2: if you are not accustomed to public vehicles in kathmandu and whole nepal, let me tell you: such old-hat literature is but a commonplace.
i was bit scared of the ingrained meaning (that was ominous) the two-liner had. many love me; i love many. so, does it mean that my/our life is or is going to be damaged? phew! if an aye, that’s not fair.
or, is this man-woman lovey-dovey love that it was referring to? in that case, i am safe. yahoo! i shall celebrate this evening (for not being cursed with any damage).
i digressed again. back to track, i shall mention that only one person wished me the v day today. a colleague she is. and this was a coincidence. (lots of coincidence today, ah!) i just had got out of my office room (maybe for “insurance piss”), and clad in some pinkish sweater she was coming upstairs — only to encounter me. she was in a jolly good mood and said in her pristine tongue: happy valentine’s day! i wished her back while shaking hands, but still on the move.
i did mention this story to tell you that i could not remain untouched with the v day fever, notwithstanding my lack of concern for it.
oh ya, i was having my khaja at a small eatery by the side of my office this evening when i got to read a quote of idiosyncratic richard dawkins on twitter:
Roses are red, Violets are violet, The heart is simply a pump And love is merely a chemical imbalance in the brain.
sounds funny but what he has said is true. i did retweet dipak bhattara’s post.
i am sure i have some chemical imbalance in the brain today. (this rambling is the biggest proof, for an instance).
if you are my crush or i am yours
avoid me today, or i may propose
(i had posted the two-liner on facebook before i started writing this post, and there are two likes. not bad, i guess )
ps 1: i did correct some typos and am updating this post using the newly installed wordpress app for my blackberry
ps 2: i think my crush did read this post or facebook status, and is avoiding me. good for you, baby