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Saturday 22 November, 2008
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An apology (for a missed deadline)

Am Copywriter at an ad agency and used to interact with a client from hospitality industry. Once I was supposed to write copy for their ads and hoarding for a food festival and missed the deadline. The client went mad at me and demanded an immediate apology in writing. I was in a soup and sought help from a colleague. He advised me to lighten the mood by using my writing skills and bail myself out of the situation. I hardly had 30 minutes to write something. I noticed a few newspapers lying near my office desk. The idea struck. I combined the key incidents of that week’s newspapers into this poem and saved my skin. The client, too, replied in verse. Here’s the poem:

 

An apology

(For a missed deadline)

 

The man who led the cricket team,

And shone with an illustrious beam,

Ganguly, the captain that he was,

Never failed to earn applause.

Until his tantrums took over,

And his tenure was soon over,

Now he’s sorry, very sorry,

But I am sorrier than him.

 

A bubbly girl called Sania,

Soon became the nation’s mania,

So high she soared, so well she scored.

Until the modeling assignments lured this hottie,

And she failed to make it to the top forty,

Now she’s sorry, very sorry,

But I am sorrier than her.

 

A PM of a nation once known as a land of snake charmers,

Shook hands with the world, but forgot the homeless farmers,

In his N-Deal, Manmohan Singh gave NBA a raw deal.

Until the people cried out for rehabilitation,

And he damned the dam as a true humanitarian.

Now he’s sorry, very sorry,

But I am sorrier than him.

 

A bawdy Salman took off his shirt, and made big bucks,

He said hunting was fun and so was killing of black bucks,

Until he faced the people’s fury,

And had to bow to the jury,

Now he’s sorry, very sorry,

But I am sorrier than him.

 

A young Kaavya, just out of school,

Took up writing and thought copying was cool.

She donned the author’s hat,

But people smelt the rat,

And soon was she called a copycat.

Now she’s sorry, very sorry,

But I am sorrier than her.

 

Saurav, Salman, and Sania,

Manmohan Singh and Kaavya – all share the same story:

 

Of making mistakes that blotted their glory,

They’re all sorry for crossing the line,

But I am sorrier than them, for missing the deadline.

 

Client’s response

 

Too good! Don’t know if I should be angry or applaud…

Here’s another one…

 

While you are sorrier than we are…

These deadlines are leaving a scar,

I know we are always in a hurry,

Try not to make our Kebabs into a curry!

 

Saurav can come out with a new menu,

Sania and Salman can be someone else’s mania,

The PM and the CM can damn us all,

But we still have to answer the customer’s call!

 

Cheers!

 

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