As Valentine’s Day is
around the corner, there are all kinds of mixed feelings in the air. Love,
jealousy, regret, memories and most sadly lust. What got me thinking is that
although almost everyone I meet tells me that it is so commercial, all seem to
enjoy the wish of something as silly as happy hugs day! As Valentine’s Day approaches,
me being the unabashed romantic, look back at the men in the my life (warning:
It won’t be all that!)
Daddy’s Princess: The first man in every woman’s life is her
father. No matter how, a father always has an impact on his daughter, be it one
who abandoned her, or one who dotes on her even after she becomes a mother. Mine
maybe a bit over bearing, a hard core disciplinarian, a hard man, but he taught
me to care to hope and be silly, to forgive and the most important to love without any
rational thought (not sure if I like or hate this!). So here’s to the most
important man in my life, my daddy dearest!
The Bear: This one of course is the one whom I used to carry
on my shoulders down the stairs, who now carries me down the stairs! Who I pamper,
bug irritate and embarrass the most. My darling bear, with his bear hugs and
his childish demands is the apple of my eye, and the silly love of my life.
The First Love: I
think we today live in the generation of many loves, some starting as early as
age 14. I was luckier to have felt all silly for the first time only after my
first year in college ended. I have him to thank for silly days of puppy love,
stupid tantrums, crazy fun and warmest of hugs. Everyone deserves a happy first
love (if you can call it that), and I was very lucky mine was!
The Love Hater: This
one is a little hard to explain. Have you ever had someone who claims to love
you, want to be with you, and then categorically, day in and day out just tell
you your various flaws. Rant and rave about your negative impact, all the
problems you cause and then claim that he just can’t live without you. Well,
there you have it, the Love Hater, who claims to love you, but just the
opposite seems real. Sometimes I wonder whether he wanted me to hate me, or if
he was just trying to just make me grow up.
The Commitment Phobic: Now this one everyone knows. The one
who is always there when things are easy, wants a happy, easy relationship; who
runs faster than the wind when asked to be a support through tough times. When the trust is broken, he will come back,
and once back just do a little salsa dance on the heart again. But usually they
do manage to make seemingly good friends. There is nothing wrong with I believe, as long as one is able to not make false promises.
The Strength: The favorite
kind. The one who will be your strength, your support, a gentle heart and who
will make you want to be yourself. Even
when I wasn’t me, he let m be whoever I was being because of faith that I would
be back. It is the strength of conviction, of irrational faith, of silly hopes and of never ending optimist, of never giving up on me when I have given up on me that extends all the joy and wonderment which is this person.
Everything said and done, I have only my valentine right
here, (none of the above). Me 
