The warrior one of his battles done
Exhausted sits on a rivulet of words
(They were arrows he shot
And with these he made his kill
Or perhaps did not)
Watches the unimpeded flow
But still does not know
What is it that he has won
About Me
- madhavan
- Lately, for some inexplicable reason, I find a ferocious energy coursing through me. Words, which I looked on in apprehension, have become prolific and inviting. However, this has led to me breaking the peace of long lost acquaintances with 1000 word emails on all kinds of idiocy. Some have taken the wise recourse of blocking me from their mails and mobiles, others have politely written back with 'unsubscribe' in subject line. Though extremely thickskinned, obtuse and persistent, I finally had to swallow the message when there was nary a soul left to hear my rantings worth-their-weight-in-gold-platings. And so, on a wicked Monday afternoon, when housewives slept and children returned from school, this blog came into being... It must be immediately apparent to you that by being here, you are in the process of a monumental waste of time but please leave your comments. Say something nice and I will buy you a chocolate. Say something nasty and I will wonder how come you know me so well
6 comments:
Very nicely put... but sometimes I feel, he fights for the sake of it.. personally I do it for the cathartsis it offers me at times..
that is the only reason my friend that i always try and desist from getting involved in a verbal duel...once, the furies take over you, though we win eventually, it's at the cost of losing everything else...hehe
Nice post, really liked your words. I guess in a war of words either there is truce or both sides stand defeated. There might be ephemeral victory but then...
very beautiful, the usage of words is awesome!!!
and he doesnt write anymore?
yeah says he's bored...
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