Circa 2004.
Gmail had launched with one of its kind beta, invite only marketing campaign. The resulting buildup and curiosity because of entry-by-invite-only reached crazy levels when people who had the invites began to sell them to other people on the net. Those were the days when people would do anything to get a Gmail invite. After all, the brand Google, 1Gb of space and a radical approach to email was enough to lure people from measly 5 Mbs and 2 Mbs that Yahoo and Microsoft provided.
At some point, I also had Gmail invites to give away. There were three to give away, and I had already used up two of them. One remained. Those days I was (I still am) a part of group of people who wrote online. We were a vibrant group then with a lot of people contributing to the group. I held a contest – anybody who could come up with the best poem about me would win the Gmail invite.
Yes, I know, it was a highly narcissistic thing to do, but who cares. The only reason I am posting it today here is I am in a very narcissistic mood hehe. Anyways, here’s the prize winning entry by my dear friend Spooks. Needless to say, his poem was well beyond anything anybody could write and he was the deserving winner!
Enjoy – and yes sing this song for me while you read 😛 😛 😛 😛
Hope for the World
As I sit in front of the computer,
And with a backward glance at Jupiter,
A thought flits through my cerebrum,
Much like the roll of a drum,
Who said divine creatures live only in heaven?
Who said the only one who can save the innings is Michael Bevan?
Who said the noble creatures are not friendly and brave and inspiring?
After reading all this, are you perspiring?
The answers to all such questions lie with one man,
Who has the serenity and love of my gran
He keeps the flame alive and the people safe,
He is the hero to all, including that waif!
Tall and proud he stands and carries himself with immense dignity,
He makes us laugh and is very very witty
He is the cause for our existence, our being,
He is none other, than the Supreme Being!!
I hope you all know who I am talking about,
That he is the all mighty, all Supremus, there is no doubt
He stands alone and protects us all,
Without his benign shadow, we shall all fall!
With this I shall stop,
Or else my head I will chop,
So much praise shall kill me
Either that, or will fill me,
With sweetness and saccharine so profound
That in diabetes I shall forever abound
I hate writing such goody-goddy tosh mosh,
Writing this poem, made me hit myself with a cosh
After reading this if Suyog doesn’t give,
Then never shall I forgive
The wrath of the Supreme Spooks shall be terrible
I shall write more such poems, and that will be unbearable
And so I shall finally conclude,
And then go and dance in the nude,
Suyog is great, Suyog is the chosen one,
He shall reign supreme, or I shall get my Air gun!
Thy Humble servant
Spooks