Look Busy...Saint Valentine Is Coming!

Ugh! What is wrong with people these days? Are we living in a attention deprived world where one latches onto any vague attempt at feeling special...if only for this one sordid utterly commercialized day?
I am no bitter and cynic 'single' spinster as dear annie would have you believe.
Nopes. I do believe in the warm fuzzy feeling (aww...) and the 'i wake up with a smile in the morning thinking of you' bit (double aww...) as well as the seeing the world through rose tinted glasses part (ok...enough!) but, but, but...there's only so much of red roses, heart shaped balloons and cupid cutouts that i can tolerate. That too at 10 am in the morning, when i walk into work. Yes, this is the scene in my office...some brilliant crap ass thought it would be fun to deck up the whole office with vestiges of valentine vomit (pardon my choice of words). Its as if they are promotiing romance at work and the last time i checked, that was a bad HR policy don't you think? Especially in an organization like mine, which is as porous as a two bit ragged sponge. Hehe.
Anyways so somehow i'll get through this day...i know i will. I'll not frown on the lovey dovey hand holding couples, i will not roll my eyes at the one hour traffic jam i was stuck in at delhi's biggest market coz of the said couples rush to get to candle lit, rose strewn eateries and i will not balk at the romantic music.
Watch out though...
Achilles Heel...Cupid's Arrow!

Wreck Of The Day

Its one of those days...

Driving away from the wreck of the day
And the light's always red in the rear-view
Desperately close to a coffin of hope
I'd cheat destiny just to be near you
If this is giving up, then I'm giving up
If this is giving up, then I'm giving up, giving up
On love, On love

Driving away from the wreck of the day
And I'm thinking 'bout calling on Jesus
'Cause love doesn't hurt so I know I'm not falling in love
I'm just falling to pieces

And if this is giving up then I'm giving up
If this is giving up then I'm giving up, giving up
On love, On love

And maybe I'm not up for being a victim of love
When all my resistance will never be distance enough

Driving away from the wreck of the day
And it's finally quiet in my head
Driving alone, finally on my way home to the comfort of my bed
And if this is giving up, then I'm giving up
If this is giving up, then I'm giving up, giving up
On love, On love

* Wreck Of The Day by Anna Nalick