Their bags and backs face me,
I can only hear parts of whispers.
One pint down. The other half
drunk. The woman on the left
attempts a SWOT analysis of a
potential love affair. Strengths,
weaknesses, opportunities and
those terrible invisible threats.
His genes are good, but perhaps
there is a history of high and
unforgiving cholesterol in his
family. He has a lovely house.
His mother lives far away from
the city. And yes, his sibling
has already reproduced. Twice.
However, he also has a lovely
ex-girlfriend. So it is decided
that she will not call him and
instead they will drown this
affair in another mug of beer.
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The trick with SWOT is that SW are inward-looking and OT are outward-looking. A complete analysis requires both perspectives and of course, sustainable advantage requires strategic thinking and action :-)
PS: Sorry, fresh from co-teaching an MBA course on Strategy; couldn’t resist making a comment about the first thought in my head when I saw the poetry!
simply loved it :)
one normally hears of people drowning their sorrows of broken relationships in mugs of beer… looks like here they decided to preempt it, huh?
here’s a woman’s day message for you -
‘a woman should never consider herself equal to a man! why should she lower herself and be lesser than what she is? just be yourself. happy woman’s day!’
wonderful poem. reminded me of an old kafka story called “Rejection” which I was very fond of.
What a picky woman, Neha. I’d have, in my imagination, let them drown a pint more and decide to give it a go. Alas. Young people these days, I tell you.
I loved the last two lines – drowning the affair over a mug of beer…. Lovely!
Nice. Nice.
“…reproduced. twice” Devastating comment; I wonder whether this is more a criticism of the two conducting the SWOT or the drone-like nature of relationships, marriages, and the act of procreation itself.
Pointless. Like “relationships”. Therefore appropriate.
very nice! oh what all we need to know! yeah justlove may not be all :)