Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Valentine's day

Or lover's day for short. Time for chocolate aroma, rose fragrances and a sweet, sensous sparkle in the eye { and mobile texts too}. No one knows for sure how it all began. The first recorded association of St. Valentine's Day with romantic love was in England and France in the 14th century, where February 14 was traditionally the day on which birds paired off to mate. Legend has it that a saint called Valentine, who was the bishop of Interamna (modern Terni, Italy) started it all. Historians rubbish the fact. Whatever it was, God bless the loving guy, if he ever walked upon the face of earth.

There are times in your life when myths and legends tango in the heart. What does it take to believe in something -- purely -- because it makes our boring lives a little perky? This is one such day. Valentine's day is often symbolised by a small angel, holding a bow. In Roman mythology, the cherubic naked boy with wings and a bow and arrow is called Cupid. He is the god of erotic love. He is equated with the Greek God Eros and one of his Latin names is Eros. He is also called Amor, Latin for love. It is often said that if he fires an arrow at you, you are love-struck. May he shoot his entire quiver at the world {one dart at Bush's butt coz he needs it the most} !

Loving someone is an utterly beautiful feeling. All of us may not find love all the time. One may bump across love on a lonely evening or take an entire age to find it. If we are unable to find love, I'm sure, love may look around and find us. Eventually, all of us end up loving someone in our life. It may be anyone ~~ a gal, a guy, a parent, a friend, a sibling or God. It can either be platonic or amorous. Love does not depend upon the attributes of the lovable but a person's ability to love. Grief and tragedy and hatred are only for a time. Love has no end. It defies a standard definition.

I forgot BrokeBack. I am content with the surreal looks and surprise hugs I took this special day!

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes.
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else?
A madness most discreet,
a choking gall and a preserving sweet.~ William Shakespeare



anjali said...

Excellent, man!

wasy said...

It takes juss a glance fall in love but a life to rise in it....

Rise .....:)

well written as ever

Andrew said...

You can be philosophical, lucid and funny all at once. Personally, I believe that is a great trait.

Andrew, CA

Chetna Prasad said...

Thats very well expressed. I think you have a cool blog here. It is fun.


Jotika said...

(Grief and tragedy and hatred are only for a time. Love has no end.)-- The expression touchs me.

Thanks for writing so well, sam

Dr Anil K Jha said...

In many cultures, the idea has been hijacked by extremists and youth alike. I am sure, you'll agree with me on this. Such things have lost their relevence

Leera said...

Love can never loose its sting, Mr Jha.


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Donn said...

Is love in your teens different from love in young adulthood? And is love in young adulthood different from that when you're older, more mature? It sure seems like that. There is so much more life in young love.