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Sitting alone in the corner of a dimly lighted restaurant in central
Jakarta - as pathetic as Michael was - he just realised that it was the
14th of February. Nothing is worse than being caught having dinner
alone on Valentine's Day. Everybody just seemed to stare at him with pity.
Hell, he is white, has a job and is single - and as far as I am concerned
he is armed with adequate equipment. What's so difficult about grabbing
a chick from a bar somewhere - and paying her a generous tip to sit and
eat with him? Think of it as charity, I said to him a few days later. No,
no, those relationships only complicate things, he replied.
He
had nothing else to do while waiting for his food to arrive, aside from
sending the latest Bin Laden jokes through his mobile phone's SMS to everybody
on his list, so Michael scanned the room. Some of the couples he saw were
very romantic, obviously already under the influence of the aphrodisiacs
they had consumed. The solid evidence, empty oyster shells, were piled
up high on their plates. Some of the couples looked like they were in
a staring contest, only they didn't look into each other's eyes. Phew,
they were funny. The ladies looked as if they wished their spouse had
given them a diamond ring, instead of a box of full-cream fat-saturated
chocolates. And the guys looked like they wished they were at home - being
couch potatoes - watching a football match on television with a cold beer
in their hand. And - all the ladies were dressed like Bubble, the pink
Powerpuff girl. Michael thought hard, trying to remember whether Saint
Valentine actually wore a pink robe while he was alive. Bless his soul.
Talking about Saint Valentine, little did he realise that the whole
world would recognise his name and use it to decorate millions of frilly
heart-shaped pink things below a picture of a naked flying chubby baby
who's too stupid to know that it's dangerous to play with a bow and arrows?
According to the legend, during AD 270, while Valentine was still
imprisoned by the evil Emperor Claudius, he fell in love with the blind
daughter of his jailer. His love for her, and his great faith, was said
to have miraculously healed her blindness. Before Valentine's sentence
was carried out and he was stoned and beheaded, he signed a farewell message
to her, 'From Your Valentine'.
The legend is so sweet and divine. It makes me wonder - how can some
men have the heart to use Valentine's name to get into a girl's pants?
As a teenager growing up in Indonesia, I remember Valentine's Day
as a day when I received - again - pink cards with pre-printed text in
English, 'Be My Valentine, yada ... yada ...' I don't think that my admirers
at that time even understood what the words meant. Bluntly translated,
'Be My Valentine' could mean 'Be My Beheaded Saint'.
Indonesians, mostly youngsters, celebrate the sacred day on February
the 14th as a Lovers' day. A day when they express their feelings
toward the people they love and care for by giving candies, flowers, cards
or taking them to a restaurant for a romantic dinner for two. But why?
Why such loving acts only on February the 14th? And why pink,
I wonder? Most of them do not even know the story behind the celebration.
Do these people realise that Valentine's Day originated from a pagan
celebration, practised by the Romans eight hundred years before the establishment
of Valentine's Day itself? In those days, the Mid-February celebration
was held to commemorate young men's rite of passage and worship the god
Lupercus. The celebration featured a lottery in which young men would
draw the names of teenage girls from a box. The girl assigned to each
young man in that manner would be his sexual companion during the remainder
of the year. Nowadays there are people who practise a similar method to
obtain green cards.
In an effort to do away with the pagan festival, the Pope ordered
a slight change in the lottery system. Instead of the names of young women,
the box would contain the names of saints. Both men and women were allowed
to draw from the box, and the game was to emulate the ways of the saint
whose name they drew during the rest of the year. You can imagine how
excited those hot-blooded Roman lads were about the changes. Then, instead
of the pagan god Lupercus, the Church named Saint Valentine as a suitable
patron saint of love, to take his place. And that's how the Love Day started.
As for my cheapskate friend Michael, he believes that Valentine's
Day is just another day when guys have to reach deep down into their pockets.
Hey, pink roses, chocolate, or worse - a Bvlgari pendant still costs a
helluvah lot of money. Yes, just like other celebrations these days, the
Lovers' Day has been heavily commercialised too. That's why I sort of
agree with Michael, it's a good idea to stay away from complicated things.
Do people actually believe that they need a specific day, or an excuse,
to express their feelings toward the people they say they love? Honestly,
if you love somebody so deeply, do you only show your appreciation once
a year, or three times a year or five times a day? Don't you think that
you should express your affection every chance you get - or at least as
long as the feeling of love lasts?
As for me, I am convinced that Valentine's Day was actually invented
for those half-witted people amongst us who actually need to be reminded
that it's time to say 'I love you'.
But I still can't figure it out - what the appalling pink colour has
to do with it?
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