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Yesterday was Sunday. Tomorrow is Tuesday. And courtesy Julius Caesar, we can say with infinite confidence that today is Monday. Yes, that is what it is. Monday. Nice, plain, simple. Monday. A day when you wake up with a feeling if it was the alarm that woke you up or was it someone with a shovel. How is this one different ??

- That six-foot tall mushy-looking teddy, holding a red heart shaped comforter in its hands with a lot of desperation on its face, sort of gave you the creeps and you could never imagine that you would actually buy it for someone. Soft dolls - Ruled out.

- The last time you had a Candlelit Dinner was when there was a powercut in your home. Romantic candlelit dinner - Ruled out.

- Chocolates give everyone bad tooth, regardless of which day you eat them. And no, even pepsodent doesnt save you. Toblerones and Nutties and Chocobars and Kitkat - Ruled out.

- Roses are red
violets are blue.
Do women really like them ??
You dont care, do you ??

Any trace of flowers - Ruled out.

- Carrying a card and standing near the phone booth waiting for the girl to cross you in slow motion looks good only in Karan Johar movies. In real life, you would be lucky to get away without a police complaint.
There, all those music-playing cards which wax and wane with love - Ruled out too.

Now now now, wait a second, Let us get this straight first. All this "I-am-what-i-am" kind of phony talk, Why do you do all this ?? Is it because you are genuinely someone who sort of thinks this whole mushy concept is way too overhyped, or is it because it freaks you to see school children carry cards and roses while you were carrying cricket bats at that age or is it because you realised the hopelessness of your case and the futility of your situation and resigned to some universally-accepted fact ?? Well, errmm, we are not here to discuss that, are we ??

This monday is no different. You still had to put up with some wayward driving from frustrated fellow-human beings. You would have to attend a few meetings and by the end of it, you would know how it would feel to be a zombie. You would have to fill up your weekly worksheets for the last week and plan the chaos for the oncoming one. In the evening, you got to pack your bags and make sure you dont take brigade road, lest you go into a tizz. You going to get your tasty curd rice with pudhina thogayal in the night, you going to watch "Spies" on the history channel and you going to hit the bed at just about the same time as last monday, and, as a matter of fact the last 100 mondays.

So, with all due respect to St. Valentine - Sir, Please Rest In Peace.