*From To Sathish* - Thread 3 - Page 82

Hi all womenfolk in this forum,

I found this article shared by a friend of mine on facebook and it was written by a woman.read slowly,carefully and then comment if you need to do so or just follow the link.

http://www.akkarbakkar.com/women/dear-amma-now-that-youre-gone-i-can-finally-say-this-i-hate-you/


Dear Amma, Now That You're Gone I Can Finally Say This To You: I Hate You

My Dear Amma,

Now that you're gone, I can finally express everything I have always felt for you, just like everyone wants to hop on that train to talk about you.

So did you just really kick the bucket Madam Chief Minister? Or should I say "Amma". I know you kept to yourself, and social media probably wasn't really your thing while you were alive. So I should let you know that we, the audience, has upgraded you from the position of being "Amma" to "#RIPAmma" today.

Don't worry, you've still got haters. Plenty of them.

I think some of them would have liked to stab your lifeless body, even. And why shouldn't they? You were corrupt. You had disproportionate assets. Or in the words of your trolls, "How could you not SEE that she had disproportionate 'assets'?" Oh, don't ask me to explain. Of course you know what I mean. What do you mean you don't understand what a "troll" is? They've haunted you all your life, haven't they?

You've been bullied (even without the anonymity of the Internet) for as long as you can remember, for as long as womankind can remember. How dare you be single and childless and not your quiet Brahmin self? What business did a woman who danced with every man in sight have in the running of a government? They were right to push you out of everywhere that wasn't your place.

First, you wanted a place in MGR's funeral, a man who was your senior for 30 years! And then you wanted his life's work for yourself. What kind of a woman are you?

Yet, on your cold, heartless face, you didn't shed a single tear of humiliation. You simply wouldn't take a hint. They didn't want you " nobody wanted you. And you barged in again and again until the assembly floor was yours.

How many times have you worn that green saree that you were buried in, with a sea of men clad in white veshtis sitting behind you, like they knew what their place was, finally? You did it, didn't you? You shredded every principle of human decency to bits to get what you wanted? Absolute, corrosive power " that's your thing. How could you? You are a woman, after all! Seriously, jeez!

You know the actual, real, truth, Amma? India doesn't deserve you. Probably never did.

The bunch of patriarchal pigs in this country don't deserve you, let alone sully your grace with "Amma" rolling off their tongues. You gave up on a life that could be filled with laughter and love so you could be pushed around and betrayed by ungrateful men all the time. How did you even call him your mentor, the man who was possessive of you to the degree of abuse.

MGR spied on you, and they buried you next to him. He doesn't deserve you.

Oh, and Karunanidhi and his shitbag goons were the cherry on top, weren't they? Disrobing you in the house of governance, like the irreverent and disgusting swines they are. You taught them a lesson and you kept at it until the day you died. Even they didn't deserve you. They don't deserve anything of you, not even your vengeance.

You've had the worst happen to you, with a wild touch of inhuman suffering. And you managed to turn out to be the best of them all. How could you? I don't care how you got acquitted on all the cases that were against you. Maybe they were false. But I'd really like to believe that it was because you were powerful- so absolutely, demonically powerful, like they painted you to be and the way you deserved it.

Exactly how long were you planning to go off and die without grooming a successor?

You knew that Ol' Man Kalaignar isn't going to stick around for much longer, right? And was it then that you decided you should leave your own party to run around like headless chickens? Oh, God no, you'd never do that. Nobody would doubt your love for them, your benevolence and your unwavering commitment to their lives. Except, nobody deserves it, and they have become headless chickens.

You're the best, Amma. You were the worst kind of woman, the kind they teach us not to be, but you're the Amma of it all, aren't you? You owned everything that wasn't meant for you, that you didn't even want, to begin with. You cared not for love or marriage, or eventually your own family. You broke your heart over whichever man you wanted. You wore power in the place of the saree that was ripped off of you. You were Chief Minister SIX times, and twice in a row the last time around. You were uncharacteristically autocratic, because how else would idiotic men know their place?

You broke every glass ceiling that was ever made, every stereotype that was ever enforced, every godly rule they ever made for a woman. You horribly magnanimous woman, you were never afraid. The world has not seen many women like yourself. I'm not like you, can't be.

How then should I not hate you dear Amma, for being the most powerful woman this country saw and I knew?

Editor's Note:

If you love Jayalalitha for the kind of example she set for our daughters, share this article and spread the word. NOW.

Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.

This world is the land of the dying; the next is the land of the living.

One of the great lessons the fall of the leaf teaches, is this: do your work well and then be ready to depart when God shall call.

Contemplation is to knowledge what digestion is to food - the way to get life out of it

The leaves do not change color from the blighting touch of the frost, but from the process of natural decay. They fall when the fruit has been ripened and their work is done. And their splendid change of coloring is but their graceful and beautiful surrender of life, when they have finished their summer offering of service to God and man.

Words are both better and worse than thoughts, they express them, and add to them; they give them power for good or evil; they start them on an endless flight, for instruction and comfort and blessing, or for injury and sorrow and ruin.

Man and woman chat

i see you

I know you are seeing me but what are you seeing in me

Well,firstly,your eyes,smile,hair and breasts

The woman smirks ' is that all you can see'

no, but these things about you scream out to me and i have no control over what my eyes see.would you rather that i close my eyes ?

the woman shrugging her shoulders ' do as you please or wish'

so,is it okay for me to see you as the way i want to see you?

Guess so,although i really wish that you could see all of me and i mean the more important parts of me,my soul,my thoughts.

I would like that if only you tell me where they are hidden in you.

you wouldnt know it if it stared right in the face.

the man saddened ' have you stopped and wondered about the whys and why nots?

meaning what.could you please be more clearer with the question

no,i am called man and you are called woman.don't you think there is a reason or a specific purpose behind why we exist?

crap,there you come down to that one thing.reproduction and all that stuff about procreation.

right.exactly for otherwise why are we made the way we are made,man and woman.

the woman nods in acceptance ' i guess one has to blame it on nature for why we have been created.but i only wish we could have more in common,more understanding and a balance in our relationship.

okay,i hear you and i am listening.

see,that is what i mean.i think and feel so much and yet you have no clue as to what i want or need.

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will continue when the juices flow

That is why this article makes for compelling reading for it not only introduces to what goes on in a person mind but also how each one of us approach grief and death.

I thought twice,thrice and yet i finally decided to post this for although like you said it was a kind of mischievous and very inflammatory i trust all you members judgement and wisdom and also know that all of you are mature enough to handle such thoughts.

In the end i give you these words.

The 5 stages of grief and loss are: 1. Denial and isolation; 2. Anger; 3. Bargaining; 4. Depression; 5. Acceptance. People who are grieving do not necessarily go through the stages in the same order or experience all of them.

My dear forum members, this silence from my side is due to my internet connection not working.So,this post is from my mobile phone and if it is brief then it is because typing is such a pain and really strains my eyes. In case my internet fails to arrive before Christmas I want to take this opportunity to wish you all a very happy Christmas. I wish you and your family the very best. I hope to see you all very soon with more chapters of Redemption and more of my outlandish thoughts and unbelievable illusions. Be well.

speed of sound is really funny. Our parents or elders tell us something when we were between the ages of 10 and 14 and funnily we hear and understand it when we reach 40 or more.

New monk - o master,is it okay for a monk to use email. Old monk- sure... as long as there are no attachments.

Question: what is the meaning of life ? Answer: when a person is born, he has breath but no name and when he dies,he has name but no breath. the gap between breath and name is Life.