Valentine's Day Blues

It's that time of the year again. Die-hard lovers shell out Rs 50 for a single rose. Love notes exchange hands. Greeting card companies mint money. And Shiv Sainiks get an excuse to create trouble.

Don't ask me what I'm doing on February 14. The same routine as last year. Go to office, return home and blog about my Valentine's Day blues. At least girls have more choice. They can even write to prisoners if they want.

Writing about how you spend Valentine's Day could be a bonus. Just make sure your most intimate secrets don't end up splashed all over a sex blog.

Once when I berated a fellow blogger for her irregular posts, she retorted "I've a life". True. Look at me. Blogging about Valentine's Day while others are busy making reservations for candlelight dinners, jazz concerts or simply walking into Barista outlets.

Also roaming the streets are members of India's saffron brigade. To ensure that starry-eyed youngsters don't get too excited on what the moral police term Behooda Diwas.

Interestingly, they have also enforced a special dress code, one that eschews revealing outfits. Yes, wearing undergarments is mandatory. Of course, those caught coochie-cooing will be forcibly married off. And get this, if they show any signs of hesitation, the girl will have to tie a rakhi on the dude's wrist - thus making him her brother for life.

There are certainly more options to spend the day differently abroad. You could go to the zoo for an animal sex tour.

Or battle power outages. Or pucker up with a mistress on Feb 13 or 15. And if you are one of those food freaks, you could take a chocolate bath.

Just be sure to let me know. That way I can blog about it.