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24—SATURDAY Vanguard, FEBRUARY 20, 2021<br />
bunmsof@yahoo.co.uk<br />
Romance - The great stress b<strong>us</strong>ter!<br />
(Valentine’s Day Special)<br />
To renounce your<br />
individuality completely,<br />
to see with another’s<br />
eyes, to hear with<br />
another’s ears, to be two, and<br />
yet, but one, to so melt and mingle<br />
that you no longer k<strong>now</strong> you are<br />
you or another, to constantly<br />
absorb and constantly radiate, to<br />
double your personality in<br />
bestowing it – that is love” -<br />
Theophile Gauter.<br />
“Few things”, said Alain, a<br />
chronic romantic; “can rival<br />
stumbling bleary-eyed on the<br />
morning mail and finding a letter<br />
bearing the handwriting of your<br />
beloved. I imagine tearing open<br />
the envelope and being caressed<br />
by a flow of prose, full of tender<br />
compliments, unambiguo<strong>us</strong><br />
sentiment and courageo<strong>us</strong><br />
displays of affection. He misses<br />
you; he can think of nothing else<br />
or no one else but you. He<br />
stumbles to find the right words.<br />
He could never bring himself to<br />
say it before, but yes, you are his<br />
flower, his Ven<strong>us</strong>, his honey pie.<br />
He longs to hold you in his arms<br />
to kiss the nape of your neck and<br />
caress your eye-brows till the end<br />
of time...”<br />
My God! Can this be the same<br />
tongue tied character who<br />
yesterday would rather have<br />
climbed Everest than say, “I<br />
missed you?” Who would have<br />
thought that beneath this exterior<br />
lurked a most passionate and<br />
sensual wordsmith?<br />
It’s St. Valentine’s season once<br />
again dear readers. Yes, romance<br />
ought to be in the air. This hasn’t<br />
been a particularly happy year<br />
so far. What with the aftermath<br />
of political and non-political<br />
shenanigans, the ASUU sixmonth<br />
strike actions and your<br />
stress over how you’re going to<br />
pay that huge over draft you<br />
wheedled but of your<br />
disapproving bank manager to<br />
pay yet another batch of school<br />
fees? But optimistic we should<br />
be and the year is not ended yet.<br />
Who k<strong>now</strong>s what pleasant<br />
surprise these adventures that<br />
are our leaders have up their<br />
sleeves for <strong>us</strong>?<br />
So cheer up then! I’ve gone<br />
through my archives with a tooth<br />
comb to bring you few of the best<br />
passionate letters that spanned<br />
three centuries. So, sit back and<br />
enjoy them! Should take your<br />
mind off the seething rage you<br />
<strong>now</strong> feel!<br />
Remember the French warrior,<br />
Napoleon Bonaparte and his<br />
Waterloo fiasco? Beneath his<br />
warring heart apparently beat a<br />
very romantic and passionate<br />
one: In 1776, he wrote the love<br />
of his life, Josephine: “I have not<br />
spent a day without loving you;<br />
I have not spent a night without<br />
embracing you; I have not drunk<br />
a single cup of tea without<br />
cursing the pride and ambition<br />
which force me to remain<br />
separated from the moving spirit<br />
of my life. In the midst of my<br />
cities, whether I’m at the head of<br />
my, army or inspecting the<br />
camps, my beloved Josephine<br />
stands alone in my heart,<br />
occupies my mind, fills my<br />
thoughts. If am moving away<br />
from you with the speed of the<br />
Rhone torrent, it is only that I<br />
may see you again more quickly.<br />
“Dear Nora”, wrote James<br />
Joyce, the author of classics like<br />
Ulysses and The Portrait of the<br />
Artist As A Young Man, in 1904:<br />
“I came in at half past eleven,<br />
since then I have been sitting in<br />
an easy chair like a fool. I could<br />
do nothing. I hear nothing but<br />
your voice... I am like a fool,<br />
hearing you call me “dear”.<br />
“When I am with you, I leave<br />
aside my contemptuo<strong>us</strong>,<br />
s<strong>us</strong>picio<strong>us</strong> nature. I wish I felt<br />
your head on my shoulder. I<br />
think I will go to bed...”<br />
Zelda Sayre, fiancé of Scott<br />
Fitzgeralf wrote in 1919 before<br />
they got married:<br />
“Sweetheart, please don’t be<br />
so depressed. We’ll be married<br />
soon and then these lonesome<br />
nights will be over for ever –<br />
Scott, there’s nothing in all the<br />
world I want but you and your<br />
precio<strong>us</strong> love... I would do<br />
anything to keep your heart for<br />
my own. I don’t want to live, I<br />
want to love first, and live<br />
incidentally. Don’t ever think of<br />
the things you can’t give me; you<br />
have tr<strong>us</strong>ted me with the dearest<br />
heart of all and it is so damn<br />
much more than anybody else<br />
in all the world has ever had...”<br />
Franz Liszi, whose lover Marie<br />
d’ Agoult, left her h<strong>us</strong>band to<br />
elope with him wrote her this:<br />
“My heart overflows with<br />
emotion and joy! I do not k<strong>now</strong><br />
what heavenly languor, what<br />
infinite pleasure permeates it<br />
and burns me up. It is as if I<br />
have never loved!!!. Tell me,<br />
whence these uncanny<br />
disturbances spring, these<br />
inexpressible foretastes of<br />
delight, these divine tremors of<br />
love... All this can only be, is<br />
surely nothing less than a gentle<br />
ray screaming from your fiery<br />
soul, or else, some secret<br />
pregnant tear-drop which you<br />
have long since left in my breast.<br />
“Marie! Marie! Oh, let me<br />
repeat that name a hundred<br />
times over; for three days <strong>now</strong>, it<br />
has lived within me, oppressed<br />
me, set me afire ... Oh! Leave<br />
me free, to rave in my delirium.<br />
Drab, tame, constricting reality<br />
is no longer enough for me. We<br />
m<strong>us</strong>t live our life to the full, living<br />
and suffering to extremes! This<br />
is to be! To be!!!”<br />
Another literary giant, John<br />
Keats in 1819, wrote his<br />
heartthrob, Fanny Brawne:<br />
“Even when I’m not thinking of<br />
you, I receive your influence and<br />
tenderer nature stealing upon<br />
me. All my thoughts, my<br />
unhappiest days and nights<br />
have I found not at all cured of<br />
my love of beauty, but made it so<br />
intense that I am miserable that<br />
you are not with me or rather I<br />
Good fortunes can actually come your way<br />
Forget four-leaf clovers,<br />
horse-shoes, and lucky<br />
charms – “If you want good<br />
fortune to smile on you, all<br />
you need to do is get into a<br />
lucky frame of mind, then sit<br />
back and enjoy as everything<br />
starts going your way...”<br />
advises Professor R. Wiseman<br />
in his book: The Lucky factor.<br />
Here are some of the steps he<br />
recommends to help you find<br />
your lucky self:<br />
Step 1: Reset your mind:<br />
The first step on the road to<br />
good fortune is to programme<br />
your mind to think of yourself<br />
as fortunate. Start, by<br />
resisting the temptation to<br />
relive your past failures and<br />
worries. Many of <strong>us</strong> do this,<br />
but all it achieves is to blind<br />
you to any good coming your<br />
way. Lucky people get things<br />
in perspective, look for<br />
opportunities in a disaster and<br />
foc<strong>us</strong> on the future.<br />
Try this: ‘Refraining’ is a<br />
technique often employed by<br />
psychotherapists to help<br />
clients get positive<br />
perspective. It involves<br />
placing an experience that<br />
you’re viewing negatively<br />
into another frame, which still<br />
fits the facts of the situation<br />
equally well or even better,<br />
but changes its entire<br />
meaning.<br />
So if, for example, you were<br />
unsuccessful in a job<br />
interview, instead of<br />
concluding that you’re always<br />
unlucky, congratulate yourself<br />
on getting an interview and<br />
consider the positive things<br />
that have come out of it.<br />
Step 2: Pat yourself on the<br />
back: Professor Wiseman’s<br />
studies show that successful<br />
people don’t assume their<br />
winning catch in a netball<br />
game was due to change –<br />
they put it down to their skill.<br />
So don’t tell yourself that<br />
what you’ve achieved is a<br />
fluke; think of it as an<br />
example of your ability.<br />
Try this: Wiseman<br />
recommends keeping a luck<br />
‘Journal’, where you note<br />
down all the good things that<br />
have happened to you along<br />
with how you’ve influenced<br />
the outcome. So, for example,<br />
it might be that you looked<br />
great in a pair of jeans you’ve<br />
j<strong>us</strong>t bought (beca<strong>us</strong>e you’ve<br />
been to the gym regularly).<br />
Step 3: Look Lucky: Lucky<br />
people expect, and are always<br />
open to good fortune, which<br />
radiates from the way they<br />
carry themselves. Make<br />
yourself one of them by<br />
mimicking their body<br />
language.<br />
Folded arms hunched<br />
shoulders and lack of eye<br />
contact are all clear signals<br />
that you’re feeling<br />
uncomfortable, which won’t<br />
make people warm to you.<br />
Instead, look up and around<br />
and smile – how else are you<br />
going to get lucky in love if<br />
you miss the opportunity to<br />
catch the eye of the handsome<br />
guy at the bar?<br />
Try this: If you find yourself<br />
worried about making a fool<br />
of yourself, or messing up,<br />
Wiseman suggests creating<br />
your own lucky mantra. Start<br />
and end each day by<br />
repeating a sentence that<br />
makes you feel positive such<br />
as, “Things are going to go<br />
my way.” Soon, it will filter<br />
into your subconscio<strong>us</strong> and<br />
become part of the way you<br />
perceive yourself, and a<br />
natural part of how you<br />
interact with others.”<br />
Step 4:Become a social<br />
butterfly: Lucky people have<br />
broader social networks than<br />
others, which increases the<br />
chances of them having lucky<br />
encounters,” says Professor<br />
Wiseman. “We asked<br />
tho<strong>us</strong>ands of people to<br />
classify themselves as either<br />
lucky, neutral (neither lucky<br />
nor unlucky), or unlucky.<br />
Next, they were presented<br />
with a list of 15 common<br />
British surnames and asked to<br />
indicate whether they were on<br />
first-name terms with at least<br />
one person for each surname.<br />
The results were dramatic and<br />
demonstrated the huge<br />
relationship between lucky<br />
and social connectivity.<br />
breathe in that dull sort of<br />
patience that cannot be called life.<br />
I never knew before what such a<br />
love as you have made me feel<br />
was; I did not believe in it, my<br />
fancy was afraid of it lest it should<br />
bum me up... I would never see<br />
nothing but pleasure in your<br />
eyes, love on your tips, and<br />
happiness in your steps...”<br />
Our last letter is from an<br />
unk<strong>now</strong>n ho<strong>us</strong>ewife who could<br />
compete with the best wordsmith<br />
any day. She wrote her h<strong>us</strong>band.<br />
“It’s been fifteen years <strong>now</strong> since<br />
I became your wife. I never got<br />
a diamond, but I got a wonderful<br />
life. I’ve become a wealthy<br />
woman, have riches without<br />
price. You’ve given me beautiful<br />
children, not j<strong>us</strong>t once, not twice,<br />
but thrice.<br />
“You’re there to boost my ego,<br />
and help my confidence grow.<br />
I’ve become a better person, with<br />
your love for me, I k<strong>now</strong>. Yes,<br />
I’m a wealthy woman. I’ve riches<br />
beyond measure. I don’t need<br />
valentine present. You are my<br />
greatest treasure”.<br />
Still deliberating on St.<br />
Valentine’s Day, do you k<strong>now</strong> that<br />
Valentine card originated<br />
through St. Valentine, a third<br />
century Christian who was<br />
martyred on 14 th February in<br />
AD270? During imprisonment,<br />
he restored the sight of his<br />
gaoler’s daughter, and on the eve<br />
of his execution, sent her a<br />
farewell note, signing it ‘from<br />
your Valentine.’<br />
The c<strong>us</strong>tom of sending<br />
Valentine cards was later revived<br />
in 1926 by Lady Jeanette Tuck,<br />
the wife of the greetings card<br />
planner, Sir Adoph Tuck. She<br />
realised that the Victorian lady,<br />
no longer young and a little<br />
unhappy with the pace of the<br />
twenties, would welcome the<br />
opportunity to send a courtly<br />
token of affection to someone she<br />
loved. The c<strong>us</strong>tom has since<br />
gone from strength to strength!<br />
So, this is hoping that you will<br />
all have a lovely celebration of<br />
love, (and life, come to think of<br />
it!). With naughty smiles on your<br />
face remembering that: “Nature<br />
couldn’t make <strong>us</strong> perfect, so, she<br />
did the best thing – she made <strong>us</strong><br />
blind to our faults, j<strong>us</strong>t as love is<br />
blind to the faults of the one upon<br />
whom it is bestowed”.