A stupid’s valentine day.

Happy marriage anniversary mumma-daddy…

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I remember the day when after a very long time I was walking past my college. Recalling all the silly stuff that we did here. I use to laugh at the students who did all kind of crazy and stupid stuff during the valentine day. Even Buying the most expensive gifts out of our limited pocket money. Funniest would be to see so many of us buying and bring rose to college without having anyone to give. But the good thing was most of the roses did exchange hands by the end of the day.

Before the college days love was a very blur and unclear topic for all of use. It was only after stepping into the college that we came in agreements with this highly contagious entity. Love was more of about having the sexiest girl in the college to eat samosa chatni with you in the lunch break. Neither of us knew the real meaning of love back then. Probably it wasn’t the right time to worry about the in depth meaning of love. It was very superficial and all we knew was what we heard from others. It’s strange how in course of time our reasoning skills are demarked in three parts like before love, during love and after love. Before love you are just developing your reasoning skills during love your reasoning skills totally goes for a toss and after love you tend to reason with each and every situation that you face.

This is because love just happens and you don’t need a reason to fall in love with anyone. You just want to live I that moment. That intimate moment when there is just two of you. Isolated from the entire universe. Fearless and brave. It ends up not only blossoming you but also creates a snowball effects and spill out of you in multiplied proportions. No wonder you want to stay close to your loved one if not at least with someone who is already in love.

The best experience of love doesn’t come while kissing or having sex. But in simple and daily instants.

For me if you ask it is when I hold your hand, and once I hold them I just don’t want to let them go. Probably more because I don’t get to hold them very often. That is why I know its importance. And how much I cherish those moments. It’s probably a million time that I told you about this. And whenever I see a couple holding hands I just pray that they realize the meaning it.

 Last year when she visited Mumbai during this time we went for a drive in my maruti Suzuki swift. I am not a big fan of driving cars all the more because I love my bike more. But when she is with me baki kuch mayine nahi rahkta. I mean what more can you ask for, to spend the valentine day with the person you love in the city you love.

I so much wanted to hold those hands that I could barely concentrate on the highly jammed vashi mulund highway. And here in lies the most amazing beauty about love, you can tell what’s going on in the others person’s minds. It’s the penultimate level of love. Somehow magically and gracefully she kept her hand on the gear stick. Maybe she was reading my mind or just concerned that I might get in an accident. And trust me I just loved the four hours that we spend stuck in that slow moving traffic. Changing gears never felt s cozy and intimate. There was very little that we talked probably we just wanted to live the most in that moment. It these simple yet special moment which are the best.

You know grace is something that is very natural to her. Its all about perception. Few years back I thought she was very egoistic but as I lived her life it evolved into gracefulness. And this is the best thing that I learned in this relationship. Yes my perception about life was very much influenced by you. Its this experience of living in present that changed my perception about love as well.

There is no past or future in love, There is only present. It dosent matter what your past was or what your future would be. What matters is how you live in this relationship at this particular time. And giving your best in it is what bears fruit. Love could be the best feeling in the world up to the point it’s not defined. But it’s a reality about love that to fertilize it, you have to define it and once it is defined it is bounded by the adjective you use for it.

Love dies when you burden it with maturity. The real essence of love lies in the innocence and silliness of it. There is no room for reasoning and rationality in love. When there is reasoning there is no room for love. And that’s why love is the best present you can give to anyone, and that’s how you live in the present moment. Love cannot be binded and it shouldn’t be. And when I am with you I don’t want to waste time reasoning with the IF’s of the future and BUT’s of the past.

“pyar me dimag nahi lagana chahiye…..usse chehre pe jhurriyon ke alawa kuch nai milega” was what she said to me while pinching my stomach as she left from bandra terminus. 

When there is love there is stupidity, originality, fun and everything that’s not directed by logic. If there is logic instead of love you end up marrying a random guy just because his package is 12 LPA. Growing in life is good but growing in life with love is even better. Good times may make you happy in a relation but it’s the tough times that strengthens it.

 So here is what I am gonna do this valentine’s day. Keep the logic out of the equation. I would again drive my car in the jam-packed traffic with her alongside holding her hands, buy her a beautiful pink top or a white salwar, a cheery cup cake, a bunch of rose worth even 1000 bucks or maybe a perfume of her choice or maybe take her to a pet shop to hear her “awwwww” and “kuchi kuchi” or maybe eat an ice-cream cone to see her struggle with the melting dripping ice-cream.

Or maybe just spend the entire day sitting on my 7^th floor flat balcony alongside her with a big mug of hot chocolate. Where the sweet and maroon cold wind blows straight through it and just sends you to another world. And later in the evening invite my friends with their girlfriends, wives, boyfriends and husbands to enjoy a very hearty dinner made by me for them. And later request my lady to stay back and give me a hand with washing the dishes. So that I could spend that extra 20 mins with her as well.

I don’t know what’s going to happen from the next day, I just wanted make the best with what I can do. And I think there is absolutely no harm in letting your love know about how much you love them. Express it GOT-DAMIT in whichever way you find it the best.

Let’s try and keep love in the most innocent and pure form. Like how you felt about it before you segmented it with logic and grammar. Redo all the stupid things that you did to “pattao” your love. All the stupid and crazy thing.

And let’s remember and give thanks to a few stupid and crazy that we might have forgotten, things like airtel friends, R to R free calling, SMS pack, CAD-B, yash chopra & karan johar films, hallmark and archies, stuffed toys, Nagpur university curriculum, moral police, Cadbury, radio love guru, class-mate ki bike, roommate ki kurti, tution classes, chai tappri, phul wala, notes and journals, forwarded msgs, love letters, nokia 1100, facebook, whats-app, gardens and most importantly girlfriend/boyfriends best friend for making our valentine day what it is today.

Also I would specially like to mention bagpiper, old monk and signature which gave many struggling lover the strength to express their love.

please freely share you stupid and crazy love experiences in comments. your identity is upto your discretion.

This is a very simple and special piece of write-up. Dedicated to very one in love.