V-Day diwas is about selling yourself long

Dissing Valentine's Day for 'commercialising love' is so yesterday. What can be dissed, though, is the jaded manner in which V-Day is commercialised - cliche-petalled flowers, gone-soft toys, saccharine-messaged greeting cards, special offer romantic meals... zzz. If romance does need to get less dada-dadi and meh, tap into the right kind of romcom (romance commercialised) with aplomb and savoir-faire. Frankly, today is when you, as one half of a couple of this moment (you may not be the suitor-of-choice in the next), get to put your best foot out, preen appropriately, and give it a shot.

In such a scenario, it's best to forgo the standard BS, same old-same old fare, and try out the following options: take your Valentine out to a lake/riverside in your city; plug in a pair of Bluetooth-connected earplugs each (the 'Gully Boy' kind of earplug-sharing looks romantic, but is aurally crap); play that specially-made playlist while sharing a romantic light intoxicant of mutual choice; in between songs say sweet something (sweet nothings being what the clueless say), and then walk home together past curfew hour. Putting this experiential show also needs commercial transactions. But as you may have guessed, your romdezvous, will, at least, crackle with a personalised flair. The other person will resist you only to his/her loss.