Weapon of Choice



Do I commend? Do I condemn?
Letting you worry,
Brow arched, I smile – walk away.
My weapon of choice.

(My apologies to those expecting Fatboy Slim / Christopher Walken :-p)

Learned of a new form yesterday – Naani

The Naani is one of the Indian popular Telugu poems. Naani means an expression of one and all. This very short form consists of 4 lines with the lines totaling 20 to 25 syllables. The poem is not bounded to a particular subject. Generally it depends upon human relations and current statements.

7 thoughts on “Weapon of Choice

  1. I used that weapon in a practical joke war with Ray once. I taped a note to the inside bottom of his trash can, re-covering it with the crumpled paper trash that had been in there. When he next emptied his trash- what’s that that didn’t dump out? I’d written something along the lines of “Hey, what’s that on the bottom that didn’t dump out? It looks like a note! Hey, that’s Q’s handwriting! Wait, she was in my ROOM? How long has this been in there? Hey, I wonder what ELSE she did…” He was paranoid for a really long time.

      • Poor RAY? Let me tell you, it was poor ME! I was the RA, and it was the whole dorm working on pranking me. I was always stepping into some trap. That’s how I got good at it- in self-defense. If I went wayyyy over the top, they didn’t want to retaliate, because they did *not* want to see how I’d top it.

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