On this day, may you rejoice and be glad; I borrow the words of the Psalmist,
To this, I add my wish that forever may you live up to your moniker, Optimist.
The Eternal Optimist
Just a month into watching her first Hindi soap, thus says the Archivist,
Something happened one night that gave birth to the Eternal Optimist.
Four months later, the Optimist realised that things were going horribly wrong,
Wiser now about the stock it came from, the Optimist decided to move along.
As she watched some more shows, the Optimist her words did not mince,
Deferring not to public opinion, she once even wrote about the Frog Prince.
Then, came along that fateful night, 'twas that August's second Thursday,
She was arrested by the sight of a Bear, who turned older the very next day.
She offered not much resistance, for the Bear was but a likable Brute,
When her words found release, she first described him as a Jackfruit.
The Ides of that October, 'twas when the Optimist was finally booked,
Stoically, she lived her sentence with the Bear, emerging fairly cooked.
For the Bear and his love, all her verbal limits the Optimist did shed,
And, in just a little under ten months, she became the Lady in Red.
About the Bear and his love, using video mixes, she shared her ken,
And, finally penned her first fan fiction, entitled "Destiny's Children".
Mayhap, there's only one negative that the Optimist will forever cherish,
The Rh factor that, 'tween the Bear and her, did a special relation establish.
Just a few days before the Ides of March, finally ended the tale of the Bear,
Then, over a year later, she sighted the Deer, also known as the Billionaire.
Retracing the path, she caught up with the tale of the Deer and his Doe,
Captivated by them, all her favours on them did she then infinitely bestow.
Her first topic on them was the role reversal of the Damsel and the Knight.
'Ere that, her first wish was that the Doe would ascend Education's flight,
For the Doe and her Deer, she dusted and opened again her chest of skills,
She churned some mixes, and her imagination she captured with her quills
From the earliest days of Bugger's thread, she let some words flow from her pen,
And, then with increasing frequency, she started to share her views at the Den.
Oh, with the Deer, an even more special relation can she claim to share,
For, with a perfect blood match, him from the clutches of death she did snare.
Whilst, at the drop of a hat, with literary ease, does she decipher every symbolism,
Yet, she wishes that the tale of the Doe and her Deer is garnished with some realism.
Well, the standard by which she judges tales is, for the characters, her empathy,
So, beware if the Optimist ever voices for the Doe or her Deer a new-found sympathy.
Belying her id, she claims that, in truth, she is actually more of a pessimist,
Yet, most of us here can attest that, inside her, still lurks the Eternal Optimist.
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PS: Priti, thanks so much for opening this thread.
Edited by hegdemedha - 12 years ago
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