What does the teddy day mean to you? Well, I have been thinking over it since morning today, and that exactly is the reason for this very, very late post. I thought of writing a poem but failed, I thought of penning down a story, but failed again! I have been thinking why; why can’t the so cute, so sweet teddies spur the romantic writer in me? Well, yes, I have been thinking quite a lot! So finally, while taking an after-dinner walk I decided to write on the same thing.
The simple reason for me not being able to write is that I am unable to identify with the teddy bears of the world! I haven’t in my lifetime, yet, played with teddy bears. I haven’t gifted teddies to anyone nor am I too fond of the stuffed toys. I like them definitely, but not to the point of celebrating a whole day for them. I guess I can attribute it to the hormones!
Being a guy, you often relieve yourself from the burden of playing with dolls, maybe even having a husband for the Barbie, or constructing homes and having tea. And what you indulge in, is simply…simple. Fast cars, and bikes, and cricket, and football. Races and bruises and cuts and bone-breaking. Well, I guess, what a teddy bear signifies to a girl, the same significance is of cars and bikes to a boy.
So, the very simple question which has been invading my mind since morning is, why have a day in this lovely week which is totally partial to girls? When boys can’t attach themselves with it, and obviously, those who have girlfriends, can’t dare ignore it. Is it fair in the week of Valentine to discriminate?
So, I propose a solution. Should we start calling it a teddy-cum-bike day??? I know girls will think it’s preposterous, and it sounds such too, but just think. Shouldn’t boys be given an equal opportunity to celebrate something they love, just the way girls can, during the Valentine week.