Thread by @TheAtulMishra

Manish Tewari quoting 50 shades of Grey is not an everyday event. It is truly a landmark event. I was a struggling poet before becoming a verified troll. Manish Tewari’s excellent speech has awakened the poet in me. Follow the thread

I have written a poem, it is called ‘An Ode to Manish Tewari’s bookshelf” where Poet Atul Mishra has tried to understand how Manish Tewari’s bookshelf must look like and his emotional relationship with it. Every subsequent tweet will have a stanza of the poem.

As the fiery liquid trickles down my throat,
Easing the furrows on my brows even more,
I standup listlessly; to my ebony bookshelf I float,
To behold the collection, I adore.

What so prodigious about a book, you might opine,
For it’s a stack of flattened wood pulp soaked in a writer’s fancy,
But an abstainer knows not the joys of fine wine,
Like the bliss of sweeping a dicey stake is foreign to the unchancy

In the top shelf I see the enigmas unraveled,
by that connoisseur of life called Shobha De,
The joys of skin, the anecdotes of a life well-traveled
Crooned like a fine essay

The second shelf is all Chetan, the chronicler of losers and flirts,
His books are a festival of life.
Delicious is the way he describes, more delicious the way he skirts,
And leaves the readers’ soul in a constant strife.

Rest of my shelf is an amalgam of paperbacks,
That highbrows like to call trashy stuff,
They recount the tales of successes and setbacks
These savants clearly haven’t read enough!

But the last shelf, let me tell you my dears,
has the treasure I cherish the most.
50 shades of Grey, the name it bears,
To life, it’s a grand toast.

What is life but a red room of pain,
and bondage, discipline, dominance and submission.
it is this book I quote again and again,
From the benches of the opposition.