I hate Februaries as they have that day when people are expected to write mushy notes and exchange gifts and chocolates.  From sites peddling gift/flower/chocolate delivery services to card companies urging me to send out that card to that wonderful someone in my life, I get them all, this time of the year.  I just need to open my inbox and suspend my disbelief. Wait, did I mention matrimonial sites? Oh, they ensure that your inbox is chock-full of special offers to woo that, you guessed it, special person!  As the dreaded day approaches, more friends will start posting pictures of red hearts, roses and pink balloons! A couple of friends even call up and wish me, taking care to remind me that I'd better do something to fix that single status of mine! Oh yeah, like I'd completely forgotten!

I guess V day brings out the sadist in me. I imagine socking the first couple I spot kissing in public, in the eye, for flaunting their lovey-dovey status, but then, I wouldn't want to be mistaken for a Sri Rama Sene member, so I suppress the thought, whenever it rears up. I guess some people really do feel all mushy and giddy on V day. I don't. So before anybody asks me what I intend to do on V day, lemme tell them: If it had been over the weekend, I'd have found another single friend or two and sat down in the neighborhood pub, downing a couple of cold ones, but since it's a Tuesday, I guess I'll just work late.  Or I might go to a movie or something with the person I love best: myself!