Hi there,
It is fucking agonizing sitting here with all your memories and photographs. So you think your suicide is gona create a great impact in this society ? Even the news papers gave your death news in third page machi. So tell me how is heaven ? Atlast you see ? Your fate has come to the level of writing a post in masal dosa. Podalanga, it is like to walk with a broken leg, to see with only a single eye, it is really frustrating here you ass hole.
My boss is questioning me why the hell am I looking like a beggar without shaving and with puffy eyes every morning to my office?
My dad asks me what is the actual problem and is there is love story behind my sad looks and this loneliness drama ?
My cousins say that I dont give importance to them and even if they come to my home and sit with me and I am looking distant and texting priya that everything is going to be fine.
My colleagues think that I am treating them bad coz of my attitude .
Can I really tell them that I have lost my friend Varnakula Veerapandiayn to a tragic suicide? That he died because he wanted this society to be a better place. So, he wrote a book and there were many opposition for that book and he became bankrupt and he even tried working as a poster boy but still the society kept ignoring him, because he wanted them to trust in truth and be happy for the rest of their lives? So he wrote a letter which states the facts that we need to change and he dint feel the essence of truth and the essence of life and love for all the trouble he went through and all the sacrifices he made.
Now who is going to call me at three am in the morning to make sure that I had my dinner? Who is going to advice that drinking is bad to health after drinking two bottles of vodka? Who is going to take care of me when I get sick and bed ridden in hostel ? Who is going to finish my books, scripts and all the bullshit I leave hanging in the mid way ? You know clearly that I am writing this T20 and Vheezvendru Ninaithayo inspired by you bastard? and you were the one who was giving me suggestions regarding life of the previous generation in Tamil Nadu?
Let me tell you what this society is gona miss?
A class writer and director in Tamil.
A number one dedicated volunteer in all the issues, right from feeding kids to fighting corruption.
A good friend, and did you think about priya? for heaven sake she tells me now that she is in love with you and I know all the secret gifts that you bought for her. What to call this, a love story that never started but ended with a crash ?
Parents ? You are a only son like me you rotten piece of cow dung. What am I going to say to my mom when she asks about the boy who help us during her house warming ceremony ?
What am I going to say all those kids in udhavum karangl about their magic uncle who would always make them smile ?
What am I going to say myself ? where is your friend who came all the way to Mumbai when I was in search of a job and bought me food because I couldn't afford it ?
What to say ? that you are missed ? you will be remembered always ? Well let me tell you something. It really cuts your heart with a very sharp blade when you carry your best friend with garlands in an ice box and when his mother hugs me for comfort, when I cant cry out the pain and agony, when I must act matured and comfort everyone around me, just because I lost a fellow on whose shoulder I cried bitterly coz I dint make it through the interview , when my Juliet left me, when I got selected in my dream university.
Come back soon and tell me that all this is a scene in my book or drama and that you are alive and happy and that you are going to finish Veezhvendru Ninaithayo for me !
It tough to live after knowing the fact that my part of life is already dead!
Like the men,
who failed to think beyond the next meal;
who find pleasure, in the faults of the rest;
whose souls toil in constant despair - mind
tangled in desperation and agony;
who wish ills to their neighbor;
who subject themselves to luck's mischief;
who live burdened with miseries,
and passed life as a burden
Born human,
did you wonder, if like those men,
I would also fall for fate's follies?
It is fucking agonizing sitting here with all your memories and photographs. So you think your suicide is gona create a great impact in this society ? Even the news papers gave your death news in third page machi. So tell me how is heaven ? Atlast you see ? Your fate has come to the level of writing a post in masal dosa. Podalanga, it is like to walk with a broken leg, to see with only a single eye, it is really frustrating here you ass hole.
My dad asks me what is the actual problem and is there is love story behind my sad looks and this loneliness drama ?
My cousins say that I dont give importance to them and even if they come to my home and sit with me and I am looking distant and texting priya that everything is going to be fine.
My colleagues think that I am treating them bad coz of my attitude .
Can I really tell them that I have lost my friend Varnakula Veerapandiayn to a tragic suicide? That he died because he wanted this society to be a better place. So, he wrote a book and there were many opposition for that book and he became bankrupt and he even tried working as a poster boy but still the society kept ignoring him, because he wanted them to trust in truth and be happy for the rest of their lives? So he wrote a letter which states the facts that we need to change and he dint feel the essence of truth and the essence of life and love for all the trouble he went through and all the sacrifices he made.
Now who is going to call me at three am in the morning to make sure that I had my dinner? Who is going to advice that drinking is bad to health after drinking two bottles of vodka? Who is going to take care of me when I get sick and bed ridden in hostel ? Who is going to finish my books, scripts and all the bullshit I leave hanging in the mid way ? You know clearly that I am writing this T20 and Vheezvendru Ninaithayo inspired by you bastard? and you were the one who was giving me suggestions regarding life of the previous generation in Tamil Nadu?
Let me tell you what this society is gona miss?
A class writer and director in Tamil.
A number one dedicated volunteer in all the issues, right from feeding kids to fighting corruption.
A good friend, and did you think about priya? for heaven sake she tells me now that she is in love with you and I know all the secret gifts that you bought for her. What to call this, a love story that never started but ended with a crash ?
Parents ? You are a only son like me you rotten piece of cow dung. What am I going to say to my mom when she asks about the boy who help us during her house warming ceremony ?
What am I going to say all those kids in udhavum karangl about their magic uncle who would always make them smile ?
What am I going to say myself ? where is your friend who came all the way to Mumbai when I was in search of a job and bought me food because I couldn't afford it ?
What to say ? that you are missed ? you will be remembered always ? Well let me tell you something. It really cuts your heart with a very sharp blade when you carry your best friend with garlands in an ice box and when his mother hugs me for comfort, when I cant cry out the pain and agony, when I must act matured and comfort everyone around me, just because I lost a fellow on whose shoulder I cried bitterly coz I dint make it through the interview , when my Juliet left me, when I got selected in my dream university.
Come back soon and tell me that all this is a scene in my book or drama and that you are alive and happy and that you are going to finish Veezhvendru Ninaithayo for me !
It tough to live after knowing the fact that my part of life is already dead!
who failed to think beyond the next meal;
who find pleasure, in the faults of the rest;
whose souls toil in constant despair - mind
tangled in desperation and agony;
who wish ills to their neighbor;
who subject themselves to luck's mischief;
who live burdened with miseries,
and passed life as a burden
Born human,
did you wonder, if like those men,
I would also fall for fate's follies?
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