Monday, February 14, 2011

Reviving the Valentine's post

The last time I checked, love between two people was that heart-warming sensation that had no boundaries. Though, as we further into the twenty-first century, with people becoming more and more busy striving for life, the romance and celebration that not too long ago had a great standing, now seems to be getting all the more occasional.

Let’s take for example the 14th of February. It sure gives me a chilly feeling of marketeers ramming at our hearts for a share of our February salaries. It’s when the posters go up on walls and full pagers in the newspapers display pretty pictures of gifts and gems and couples by candle-light dinners. It’s when the radio stations pull out their golden oldies with grave intentions of spreading the love with all the mush and blush they have to offer.

And here we are falling for this baloney - we buy the heart shaped pendants for we feel that may display our measure of affection. Have we forgotten how to love? Whatever happened to the fluttering eyes of adoration and hearts that skipped a beat? Nowadays, it is an occasion that brings out the best in people; an occasion to dance, an occasion to laugh and off late, an occasion to love.

To all those campaigners who are selling a meal for twice the price it is normally, just so you know, you are not responsible for bringing together matches made in heaven. Toying with the bulky wallet that sits in a poor man’s back-pocket - wonder how you make love to ‘your’ wife!

St. Valentine, while in prison, sent the first Valentine greeting to his beloved - a letter on which he signed ‘From Your Valentine’. Keeping to his heroic and romantic ways, it seems that people have benefited well over the years. According to the Greeting Card Association, an estimated one billion Valentine cards are sent each year, making Valentine's Day the second largest card-sending holiday of the year, the first being Christmas.

The problem is; a card isn’t where it ends. It has almost become as if love is ‘a couple of hours’ dressed and blessed with champagne, gift wrapped on one day of the year and kept in a casing for the rest of it.

I commemorate those who walk through the 14th of February with a kiss and a hug; just as they would on any other day. For, as Frank Sinatra aptly worded, ‘A simple I love you means more than money…’

Monday, February 7, 2011

Old at heart

I am an old and ageing woman trapped in the body of a 20 year old. I ask my frame each day to help me keep up with the young bones, to make me understand why my body does what it does and why it takes me to places that it goes to. Did I mention that I am an ageing soul? I have what you may call an ancient mind, the kind that carries staunch beliefs and overtly mature content.

When I walk, they stare at me wondering how a 20 year old girl's shoulders could stoop. They watch in awe when I tell them of my burdens, how is it that this young girl thinks so responsibly? It is unfortunate that they cannot differentiate between a responsible person and one who is desperate to find solutions.

I grip each day of life as if it were going to be my last. I realize that I haven't much time. This is a temporary destination and not many people my age realise what that means. Why should they? It's not like they have the mind of a grandmother.

Not that I am a grandmother. I may think like one and many have passed unknowing comments my way stating I act like one. But that does not mean I am in reality a grandmother. Even if I were in reality a grandmother I'd surely be one cranky one at that.

That's because I am of a cranky nature. Do you blame me? My mind bursts with thoughts I shouldn't be thinking at 20. It is infested with troubles that shouldn't matter to one so young. Why is it that I cannot think of boys and shopping like other girls? Instead I think of ten chores today and ten others tomorrow. Very appropriate, wouldn't it be, to use the phrase 'I have no life'?

I have no life. I weep each day till the moon rises and sleep with an arthritic back and dream of deathly misfortune. Truth is, my mind may be getting brittle each passing day but my body still has a long way to go.