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Valentine's Day February 2017

It's Valentine's Day. I posted nothing. Don't get me wrong. I am not on a cultural trip of smugly saying its not a part of my culture. It's just that I thought why should I let it overwhelm my day and pre-occupy me. Sounded too official and humbug, well it seems to me also. But that's one part of it. The second part is when its a working day, it's just another day. How can a guy enjoy when he is off to work. On figures but of a different kind.
Maybe, I would emphasize maybe, being nonchalant about it leads indirectly to savings. Hopefully the wife is not reading this ! And then listening to 'pravachan' in the morning does  dissipate the zing of the festival or whatever you would like to label it. Religious or Spiritual discourses may improve the mind, they certainly don't contribute to romance, by which I don't mean just of a couple but the romance of life. But then when I saw the red roses, huge bouquets and cars all decked up, while going today  to a meeting, I said to myself, now these guys are enjoying life. It was infectious, the mood. But then age at times lends another perspective too.  That time has moved on for me.
A clarification now.  I know a rose when I see one. A rose will always be a rose. So friends thinking I am aging and ignorant or for that matter too jaded about life are simply not knowing the real me. Aging and older I well maybe, but I love life and it's varied hues even now.  This inludes watching  the pretty young things and the smart guys wooing them. The attitude of course now with time is that there goes one pretty vibrant pretty young thing. Some one who is vivacious and graceful will still catch the eye. At any age you can make out who is in love with life and has a game on. The grooming, the efforts to stay fit, the clothes and the attitude all indicate what a person is all about. The overall impression conveys so much. Specially amongst the younger crowd.
Ah grooming. This could be a off putter. Grooming is not only about clothes but the whole persona. Ever seen chipped nail polish, it can be so so disconcerting. Guys with just about anything thrown on are another unseemly sight. But then I digress.
It's Valentine's Day. Those young at heart enjoy. Those young enjoy even more.
You live only once. On such occasions float through life. May you find happiness and love in your partner, may you feel the lightness in the heart everyday when your loved one is around you. Collect your stories for the period of life which comes to everyone, then its the happy memories of love which shall sustain and motivate.
Feel the love. Always.

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