I was a fresh-out-of-high-school kid when I saw a notice at NITK for the Crrescendo Creative Writing Contest. One of the topics was “The Nerd”.
I fail to remember the motivations behind this piece of work, apart from the promise of a prize and eternal fame, and also the aabb rhyme scheme… it was five years ago… (Omigod, half a decade? I’m ancient!). I refrained from publishing this for various reasons, and then forgot all about it. I remembered it recently, and it was thankfully saved in my inbox. So here goes nothing. Remember, this is the teenaged Priya writing 🙂 not the jaded worldly-wise girl in her twenties. If some phrases make no sense to you, you’re not alone… I don’t understand it totally, either.
Read on for a healthy dose of romance, violence and books.
Deep down ’round dark tomes
In a building of glass and chrome
I don’t know how he looks
For his face forever faces books
But I did catch a glimpse
Of long and lissome limbs
And erect gait and five-foot-eight
How the hell does he breathe?
His nose is covered by sheaths
And sheaths of printed pulp
Which he absorbs in a single gulp.
I wondered some more
As I made towards the door
What could be his name?
He was not new to fame,
Some called him geek, some called him punt
He answered these aliases with a funny comic grunt.
But he said not a word
When I called him ‘weird nerd’.
The notice screamed ‘Silence Please!”
My heart thumped hard, ill at ease.
I asked him out on a date
He replied, “Today’s the twenty-eighth,”
He sat there alone, looking dazed
Into plain blank space he gazed
‘Twas then that I had enough of nerdiness
And proceeded to knock His Weirdliness
Off his seat, face red as a beet.
“Crash!” went his extra eyes
I pulled him up in a trice
I saw the look upon his face
Shouldn’t have done that, what disgrace.
Nerdie was playing hard-to-get
And refused to fall into my net.
But now the ice [eyes] was broken
Sorries said, words were spoken.
I cried, “What are you doing in this lib[rary]?
You deserve to be up there in the sky!
Greek God, what a fine face
You hid behind tomes all these days!”
Said he, ” ‘Tis all part of the image,
Survival instinct in this day and age.
Wormy geeks get better deals
Than playboy types and other stereotypes.”
“Yea,” I agreed and did proceed
To bury my nose in voluminous tomes.