Poetry.
Not a favorite with my temperament. Whenever amma quoted some lines from Shakespeare or an ode of Wordsworth's, I'd cringe. I would detest those poem learning tasks that the teacher would assign and the primary reason was that I believed that what could be told in few words would ramble into a poem of so many words. I guess I preferred to be the word Midas or word Nazi, as the case may be.
That still didnt help me to evade learning poems by rote or having poetry taught in the school syllabus. So to that effect, I do remember a sizeable chunk of poetry.
And when I reached college, I was only too ready to take up the Science train and be rid of poetry altogether. Not a bad deal, at all. I'll take boring biology to verbose verse any day!
Eventually, over the years, I have begun to appreciate ghazals(definitely a version of poetry) and to this day, I am amazed I took to ghazals as effortlessly as a duck to water. But I never went back to revisit my feelings towards poetry. Until today...until I took this random quiz.....until I answered all the seemingly innocuous questions it asked and voila!
You Should Be A Poet |
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2 mint(s) of wisdom:
*narrows eyes down to a slit*
You CHANGED ur template?? And u didnt TELL me??
Grrrrrrr
*scratches your face*
Seren
Calm down girl! I told ya...you'll get one too!
Sheesh!
Go dance or something.
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