Sunday, January 25, 2009

Hail Thom!

Nope.. I am not hailing him for winning the game of Scrabble that day. But its for this wonderful piece that he came up with. I can't stop raving about it. I understood the true meaning of elegance after reading it.. Here's his reply to my "poem":
[THOM]
i've tried twice to write a poem response but simply had to beat a retreat both times. But now I think by throwing out the requirement of rhyming, i'm able to express myself............

O triumph!!!
O shining crystal tower on the mount of overwhelming VICTORY!!!
Presiding over the vast plain of mediocrity and stale, barren, broken hopes --
Here I dwell !!!
[umm... and Bhavan too]
O supplicants,
O vanquished plains dwellers devoid of scrabble skills
Weep not !!!
Instead -- rejoice!!!
For you breathe the air
and you eat of the earth
just as me and Bhavan do !!!
You just don't metabolize it such that you end up winning games of scrabble


Actually, I sort of see myself fitting into the metaphor of this poem as the window washer in the crystal tower on the mount of overwhelming victory. I just kinda happened to be washing the windows when Bhavan won overwhelming VICTORY

[/THOM]

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Ananth and I went down fighting!!!!!!!!

Saturday evening fiasco
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It was a Saturday evening
Nothing about it was demeaning
In fact, it looked perfect for a game of Scrabble
Little did I know that in store for me was a squabble

I have nobody but myself to blame
'cause I tried to grab undue fame
We commenced the game with 2 teams
Rules were stated so that cheating is nobody's means

Bhavan and Thom were a pair
That put Me and Ananth to despair
Their first double-word score was Cozy
which, for us, was not all that rosy

Coffees were ordered
Our hopes were soon murdered
They made scores that they could flaunt
Still all I did was meaningless taunt

The game seemed to go on forever
Our team never got better
It was only once that we overtook their score
but soon we were left wanting for more

Triumph was theirs
All we had was tears
This time it was Thom's turn
to make my heart burn

All he said was to jot down my emotions
And here I am simply executing his suggestion

After all, the winner takes it all!!