I am in deep despair.
The Kinks could easily have written an funny, wistful minor-key song based on this lovely poem by Neha.
Not to belittle anyone's opinion, and that's exactly what I am going to do now, but I read a very funny comment on her blog: "I don't see the crux of this poem here".
The "crux" of the poem? How about a 10-point executive summary of the Key Feelings Evoked By The Poet and a 45-slide Powerpoint presentation on Impacts of The Poem On the Enterprise?
OK, but I would still like to know the crux of Bunuel's "The Discrete Charms of the Bourgeoisie". Actually, not. The crux of that film was "always plan your meals carefully".
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I think I am going to have a "vyakhya" at the end of every poem from hereon. Just so people get the crux of the poem. Crux sounds like cake icing gone very bad btw. :)
Hahaha - it would even be a good Supertramp number.
@neha: I think you're thinking of crud.
Hey, I thought you'd get a kick out of this
Now, why didn't people think of asking her about facial hair. *pointed look at youknowwho* The people on my blog are FAR more evolved.
ph: yes, your readers are indeed awesome people. So did someone ask you about facial hair? :D :D
i thought ph's blog had this whole nasal hair theme going.
I think the commenter was talking at cross purposes.
Rahul: think you've nailed the issue :D
TR: ugh.
He refers to my offer of a nose trimmer. Ugh, says the man who asks about a goatee. *glare*
hey, what's with the goatee police already?
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