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[scummy-writes]

Oh.........buddy.....

[jethrojedi]

Cancer can break descriptions down into pieces better than anything else. We make things simpler because we think we know what confusion is like. Until it hits you with the hardest rock you can imagine. So, why don’t we let the godforsaken disease take a back-seat for awhile and let’s talk “you”. Your work. A celebration about you.

“Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy” – F.Scott Fitzgerald

This is yours. Since, you asked me to write one for you. I don’t generally come up with a blog at someone’s notice but since it was a spéciale request, I had to write one. Brace yourselves. It’s gonna be a long one. There must be no TL;DR. It’s gonna be hideous, charming, comedic as well as reckoning. But long. There. You got reminded again.

There must be no TL;DR.

I have always been a fan an admirer of your paintings. Wish I could draw some except the nature paintings without straight lines. The family has been blessed with some nice talent. With the eldest had been a keen flyer of paper-planes(huge talent). The second one, an ardent nap-taker(even bigger). And me. A mental (I love me). But you were the creative outlet of our family who traversed almost everything dad didn’t want us to be. A writer. A painter. A tattoo-flaunter. The breaker of chains. Chains being the STEM education. Lookie-look. Who proved dad wrong ?? You. Art has significance. And you proved it. Fathership is proud because you proved him wrong. Never have we questioned him. Always ethical. Always principled. Always mettlesome. Not a eye-bat we could do. I saw the potential. Who wouldn’t?? You were gifted. I only gifted you the Wacom Cintiq so that you could send me your paintings. Not to make a living out of it. Hehe. But here we are. The breaker of chains. From a frustrated engineer working at ABB to living the dreams. Working as an illustrator for Penguin-RandomHouse publishings. I want my share of thanks. Sharing less objectionable work here. I had to ask a lot of people to share your work. So, please don’t bitch. Hope you don’t mind. Or do. I don’t care. I’m gonna publish anyways.

The comics have been really good except for your sense of humour. Just on par as required. Could be better. 3 stars.

This perceives to be a story. The following ones are just that. It moved me. And well, it’s El fantástico.

FCKEN Manjhaa. That’s why gloves were invented, dumbass.

Trail of Feminism

That one time you were deep into the feminism well and drew all kinds of things that should have garnered you a Nobel prize or something. Maybe, a Pulitzer too while we’re at it. Such nice work. Such strong message.

I’m a Spelling Nazi. And I see a mistake. Please rectify. Maybe, the Pulitzer was shunned because of this. It’s professional. Like Léon: The Professional. Proffesional. Haha.. Burn.

The Movie Reference

The tiger art which took you around 11 hrs was amazing. I’m giving you a pat on the back for this. Behold the Sherkhan.

But my favourite is the one which you made at my request. I keep it as a souvenir in my diary and will cherish it forever. From my fav movie ever. The Lord of the Rings.

First of all, this is amazing. Second, why the hell is Smeagol not featured in this. He’s the one who led them into Mord…..Oh!!! Now I get it. They don’t need him. Alright. But why is Mr. Tumnus in this?? He’s not even from the same universe. **Cough**Cough**. Narnia.

Friendship Club

Let’s talk about your friendship club. What the hell is a friendship club?? Why do you need a friendship club?? It’s where you call your friends for karaoke on the weekends. That’s what it is. Nothing more. 

The only question. Who the hell is Priya now??

Shhhh…It’s an alias. I’m a wanted fugitive for making shy people sing on stage.

The Feline

Ahh…Let’s understand your cat. Mr. Buttons is what you named her even though it’s a female. Well, my idea was better. Could have kept her name Baburao.

Mr. Buttons quietly guarding your Cintiq looking at me with misery.

The many looks you have.

Yep!!! That’s Lego-man, Emmett. Always well-drilled for a meagre corporate job.

That one time you dressed up decent enough for a wedding. But infact, you were just a glowing ba-jesus.

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Yes. That’s 2003s Avril Lavigne. A sk8er boy. No doubting that.

The lady.

Tattoo : The Indelible Ink

That’s a very accurate representation of what it is. This one time the polio drop guys rang the bell and asked dad if there is a baby at home. He called for you to come out. Savage!!! You may have been daddy’s girl but mom never forgave you for getting all the tattoos. I’m very lucky to have a bold sibling in you. I said “Go for it” after your first remission. That was when it all went haywire. Mom haven’t accepted it till now. Maybe she never will. But I guess, it doesn’t matter now. Mom never forgave me for this. Mom wants to know what the tattoos meant. I can’t tell her. Because if I do, she’ll be even more mad. She literally stopped talking to me for a while. It was okay. How can I support you in this?? She cried. Well, she’ll understand someday.

The Keyboard

Always wanted a guitar. But you gifted me a keyboard. After much bickering, I went to my music classes and everyone got impressed by my Yamaha. Music composition is so much better with this. Thanks. I want a guitar too. Keeping you posted.

The Guilt

Why save you? There are countless others worth saving. It’s been nearly 2 years since you started treatment, and not a day goes by that you wished it took your life. I’m sorry. But why spare you and then take someone else’s life? You didn’t ask for this fucking life, and all you’ve ever thought about this life is why it won’t end. Why do you have to be saved? Why do you have to survive? You hate this, you hate this life, you hate yourself. You’re just tired…Nothing more. We’re pro-life. Saving you is the minimum we can do. The fam loves you. There’s this ray of hope in us who wants to see you stand and work. Like Andy Dufresne said: Hope is a good thing. Maybe, the best of things. And no good thing ever dies.

Finding some good

The last visit was long enough that you said you wanted to stop for a month. And while this has been an extremely bad year and a half for our family, the last week or so has honestly been wonderful. Without the chemo, you’re strong enough and not fatigued enough to enjoy the company without nodding off. You think more clearly and is able to joke. A few days ago we went to a restaurant down the road at Apsara and ate together as a family–for the first time in two years.

You’re still weak. But we feel like we have the “old” you back and we are getting to enjoy time together. It feels like bliss after months of endless hospital visits. The family is even taking time off this weekend to go to a holy place. I know this won’t last. That the cancer is growing now without the chemo. We’ve cherished this gift of time we’ve been able to have as a family. Cancer is an ugly ugly thing, but we’ve made some good out of it. The chemo and radiation will start in conjunction soon. It’ll make you better. Better buy a wig.

Like Samwise Gamgee said: In the end, it’s only a passing thing. This shadow. Even darkness must pass. And when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer. Those were the tales that meant something. There’s some good in this world and it’s worth fighting for.

*****************************Get Well Soon, Bro********************************

Let’s Talk “You, Pia” Cancer can break descriptions down into pieces better than anything else. We make things simpler because we think we know what confusion is like.