Saturday, October 29, 2011

Unforeseen Marriage with Mr. C - by Kasturi Sabapathi

This is a piece from my Buddy's Blog...

Source: http://kas-ruthis.blogspot.com/
Author: Kasturi Sabapathi

The reason i'm posting this is because it was written effectively. And i read it like a million times..
Here goes...

A true story of a strong woman, she has been together with him for 12th years and It’s took 12 years for him to kill her silently & totally. I’m impressed with her patience of having him in her life, her courage & her capability of hiding this issue from known by her parents.

How? & Why? At her age of 30, her parents get worried when all of her wedding proposal got rejected. Reasons; she is fat…Dark in skin color etc…

Day by day…month by month she encounters that she getting hairy & then she take initiative to go and consult doctor what goes wrong…

Doctor ask ‘Do your menstrual cycle is irregular?’ she answered ‘yes, doctor’. By referring her to a gynecology, is where everything got changed…Doctor confirmed that her uterus was totally spread with Cancer Cells… (“Yeah Mr. C, Instead of getting married to a man & live happily ever after, she ended up with this Cancer Cells”)

Doctor suggests removing the uterus in order to avoid this Mr. C spreads more…and she agreed. (“With that the dream of getting married & having kids totally demolished. DOT”)

Yet her parents don’t know that she having this deceased. Her parents get more worries & worried till at a stage they get up & no more bug her to get married.
She’s no more fat & she even become a little fairer. (“BUT it doesn’t make any sense…Anymore”)

For 5 years, Mr. C remains silent but doesn’t mean he gone. He back after 5 years… but this time at different place…she went thru all the possible treatment like radiotherapies & Chemotherapy until reached a stage where No more treatment able to proceed & she reaching her age of 42, physically she getting weak & Mr. C successfully reached her liver… (“Mr. C was there with her 24/7 not to pleasure her but to give her pain. And she had to hold the pain and act as normal in front of parents…Mr. C what you had done…”)

A day before she died, she manage to told her mom that she was suffering with cancer for pass 12 years…and She no more now.

When her mom asked me, ‘Do you know your aunt suffered with cancer for pass 12 years?’... ‘Yes, grandma, I do know her condition’. Grandma ‘You lie to me as well?’ that’s most heart breaking statement but yet hiding from her knowledge was a decision made by aunt and her siblings and that’s was good idea on my perception. She is no more BUT I still Love you.

To all out there & Unforeseen Married to Mr. C, I salute as you are the strongest persons I had ever known. Be strong & love you all………………

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

She's Back!

Not without the help of a smooth breeze blowing, flowing closer within

I've come to realise I’ve got the sun in my pocket and the moon in hands.

But what do i do with them?
I throw it up amongst the stars and watch it move in a dance. It's beautiful, synchronized.
Then I stop out of mesmerism. Take a deep breath, think for a second or two, and play it over again
Not without the help of a smooth breeze blowing, flowing closer within.


I get bored soon, then think about the route that I took. I heard them say that I should play it by the rules of
the book but the problem was, I took it real easy on them, but proceed to beat the problem.


Smooth wishes in my words, belief’s a need to calm them. Took time for them to listen and pay attention to the things that I came to mention.

I’ve had simliar ways of tension, so the trick is to just consider the maze of questions
I really have. I’ll be ready but just need  a second,
I’m here... just give me a second.

It’s growing well now, so close I can almost hold it. Almost. Cant wait. Provoke and open now, hope there’s no oppose to close it tight. For a broken soul must be over, trading craters for holes to solve it. Fill it.
A cold reality is actually an amnesty in closer circles. The people around, within you. People who actually gives a shit.
Unfold the truth, being honest is the best option given or taken. It’s worth, give them a sign to show it’s perfect.
A person evolves to a purpose. When the purpose is understood and acknowledged, a turn in fortune will take place to resolve it. Resolve all.


I was scared. But not anymore. Follow me if you're scared. the fear is temporary. I've got the solution.
And you know why?

Because, I’ve got the sun in my pocket and the moon in hands.


Creepy and Seductive - I Love It

Ladytron - Ace Of Hz


Salute the Geeks!

We are scientist - Rules don't STOP


Taste for Good Music Brought Me To This

Chromeo-Don't the Lights On


Monday, October 17, 2011

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Ramanitharen Tanggaraju

"I’m a modern man, a man for the millennium. Digital but analog free. A diversified multi-cultural, post-modern deconstruction that is anatomically and ecologically incorrect. I’ve been up linked and downloaded, I’ve been inputted and outsourced, I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. I’m a high-tech low-life. A cutting edge, state-of-the-art bi-coastal multi-tasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond!


I’m new wave, but I’m old school and my inner child is outward bound. I’m a hot-wired, heat seeking, warm-hearted cool customer, voice activated and bio-degradable. I interface with my database, my database is in cyberspace, so I’m interactive, I’m hyperactive and frequently I’m radioactive.


I'm behind the straight line, ahead of the curve, ridin the wave, dodging the bullet and pushing the envelope. I’m on-point, on-task, on-message and off drugs. I’ve got no need for coinca and speed. I've got no urge to binge and purge. I’m in-the-moment, on-the-edge, over-the-top and under-the-radar. A high-concept, low-profile, medium-range ballistic missionary. A street-wise smart bomb. A top-gun bottom feeder. I wear power ties, I tell POWER LIES, I take power naps and run victory laps. I’m a totally ongoing big-foot, slam-dunk, rainmaker with a pro-active outreach. A raging workaholic. A working rageaholic. Never been to rehab and in denial!


I’ve got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant and a personal agenda. You can’t shut me up. You can’t dumb me down because I’m tireless and I’m wireless, I’m an alpha male on beta-blockers.


I’m a non-believer and an over-achiever, laid-back but fashion-forward. Up-front, down-home, low-rent, high-maintenance. Super-sized, long-lasting, high-definition, fast-acting, oven-ready and built-to-last! I’m a hands-on, foot-loose, knee-jerk head case pretty maturely post-traumatic and I’ve got a love-life that sends me hate mail.


But, I’m feeling, I’m caring, I’m healing, I’m sharing; a supportive, bonding, nurturing primary care-giver. My output is down, but my income is up. I took a short position on the long bond and my revenue stream has its own cash-flow. I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds and I watch trash sports! I’m gender specific, capital intensive, user-friendly and lactose intolerant.


I like rough sex. I like tough love. I use the “F” word in my emails and the software on my hard-drive is hardcore; no soft porn.


I eat fast-food in the slow lane. I’m toll-free, bite-sized, ready-to-wear and I come in all sizes. A fully-equipped, factory-authorized, hospital-tested, clinically-proven, scientifically- formulated medical miracle. I’ve been pre-wash, pre-cooked, pre-heated, pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged, post-dated, freeze-dried, double-wrapped, vacuum-packed and, I have an unlimited broadband capacity.


I’m a rude dude, but I’m the real deal. Lean and mean! Cocked, locked and ready-to-rock. Rough, tough and hard to bluff. I take it slow, I go with the flow, I ride with the tide. I’ve got glide in my stride. Driving and moving, sailing and spining, jiving and grooving, wailing and winning. I don’t snooze, so I don’t lose. I keep the pedal to the metal and the rubber on the road. I party hearty and my lunch time is my crunch time. I’m hanging in, there ain’t no doubt and I’m hangin tough.


Over and out.