what is it about this day...?

What is about this day...14th feb, that turns the tables.
The lions squeak like rats and the rats blow elephants' trumpets.
The most loser guy in town becomes the stud and the hottest babe can sit home with oil in her hair, getting drunk by herself....depending on IF and only IF you have a DATE or a "Valentine"

Usually, Here at the hostel i'm the don. I am the one throwing attitude. I decide whats cool, what is in, what is not. The shitty girls are actually scared of the whiplash i might throw at them with my sarcastic little tongue. One look is all it takes from me to make the girls feel low, embarresed or just plain insulted from me, if i want to make them feel that way. I'm the tigress and this is my jungle.

But what is it about this day, that makes me feel meek. All the attitude stuffed up just flies away. I'm alone, i'm naked. I am week.

Valentines' Day is what the girls use to get their revenge.

Today, even the geekiest girl with braces and champu haircut shines in her red t-shirt and white frilly skirt.
The ugliest of the girl looks beautiful...as if she just won the miss universe contest.

This is how they are getting back at me. They give me those mock-sympathy-filled looks...because...gassspp!!! I'm SINGLE!!

"ohhh noo!! pooorrr priyankaaa...!! how hard it must be on her....!!"

And then, they shove their red roses  in my face...some even try to show me down by reading out thier mush-crap-filled-googled-love-poetry to me..

The Undercurrent is-- "Who is the loser now, bitch!!"

I could have spoiled it for them by telling them that all your "jaanus and noontus" want to do is bang you and then forget about you. All they are going to remember you by is what was your number on their banging list...
But I know, If I had said that...I would probably have got a "Sour grapes" arguement in turn.

So I let them be...

Damn. I so hate this materialistic day..
And I actually Miss the PINK CHADDI campaign. It kept me busy and occupied the last year..

Today, I am just overdosed on beer and breezers..and lays potato chips...listening to Hindi film music-- just to honor this day--as am watching the rest of the hostel move out..overdressed for thier dates..

(ps- That song--- Mera pehela pehela pyaar hai-- Mp3 is kinda nice :)