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The Break Up
I watched with awe and amazement as she came out of her hiding place. First, a little peep over the ledge and then her whole absolutely symmetrical body. A perfectly blonde head and a body you could die for. White as a virgin island's sand. I stared at her with admiration and fear. She had changed the course of my life. Everyone said that she was killing me softly without me realizing it.
At first, like all bachelors, even I just wanted to hang around with her and show her off as my new found love. I was successful too. I raised many eyebrows but at the same time I was shit scared of introducing her to my family, even as "just a friend". We met scarcely in the beginning but gradually we bumped into each other more often, sometimes not willingly or sometimes through a common friend. We grew close, so close that I was addicted to her.
Days passed into weeks, into months, into years. We were together all the time. She accompanied me to office, to the movies, shopping, even to my bed. We were inseparable. I felt great but inside me a feeling of guilt was beginning to rise. I was not keeping well off late. I used to get tired very soon and my mood was always cranky. At first I thought it was because of my close association with her but then I realized it was much more. She always stood by me in my times of distress and was of great help too.
It was only later that I realized that all this while, it was she who was killing me softly every time I kissed her. My deteriorating health made me reach a conclusion finally. I had to break up with my love. I didn't want to but I had to. I had no other option. I was dying and I didn't want her to be with me while I died. She was great with me and we had some great times but now she must leave me alone. She was too good to be ignored and I was sure that she would have already chosen her next victim by now.
I finally collated all the courage I could and decided to confront her with the harsh truth of breakup.
Sitting in the balcony in my favorite shorts and T shirt, I pulled her out from where she was hiding behind me. Looking at her, I felt sorry, she was so innocent and yet…….. I had to kill her.
"Whats the matter darling?", she asked me with the most tender care and utmost love.
"My love,", I said kissing her lightly, "I have to leave you now. Its been a long time and we had a heavenly experience. We were a match made in heaven"
"Oh yes we were and we still are…. Then why do you want to leave me? You know how much I love you and how much you love me. You know we cant stay without each other. Please don't leave me now… I'll die".
"Im sorry my love but I have made a decision", one more kiss.
"Why? Have you found someone else? Is there someone who can make you happier, remove your sorrows the way I can? Help you in times of pain?"
"Yes there is someone else. But you wont understand coz you don't have a heart."
"I loved you more than anyone ever did. You will be sorry for this."
I could feel her heat in my hands and could sense the fire running within her. I had to stay calm. She was now withering away and I was almost there… My goal was almost reached….
After a few more kisses and heated words I finally was able to convince her. "Goodbye" I said and sent her tumbling down from my fourth floor balcony. She watched me as she descended the distance until finally her head struck the floor below. Red sparks flew and my love, the cigarette bud, died without a sound. I broke up from my love, SMOKING
Investment analyst and entrepreneur Dr. Marc Faber concluded his monthly bulletin (June 2008) with the Following:
''The federal government is sending each of us a $600 rebate. If we spend that money at Wal-Mart, the money goes to China. If we spend it on gasoline it goes to the Arabs. If we buy a computer it will go to India. If we purchase fruit and vegetables it will go to Mexico, Honduras and Guatemala.
If we purchase a good car it will go to Germany. If we purchase useless crap it will go to Taiwan and none of it will help the American economy.
The only way to keep that money here at home is to spend it on prostitutes and beer, since these are the only products still produced in US. I've been doing my part.'


It pays to use a toilet in southern India, as residents are earning close to a dollar a month by using public urinals, a scheme launched by authorities to promote hygiene and research in rural areas.
Dozens of people are queuing up to use toilets in Musiri, a remote town in Tamil Nadu state, where authorities have succeeded in keeping street corners clean with the new scheme, The Times of India newspaper said on Sunday.
Late Sujatha and Crazy Mohan dialogues
Camera .
Editing.
Graphics.
Background score.
Comedy
Richness and lavishness.
First Half.
Asin- ravishing and expressive.
Script linking all 10 roles.
Equal support and bashing of God, Atheism and religion.
Second half less crisper and slower than first.
Slightly longer Kamal - Asin arguments where u might say " mudiala ".
Long fights with some stunts which make us say "aaaagaaaa".
Graphics. yes there are some poor graphics too.
Asin's high pitch voice is irritating at times.
Music by Himesh Reshamiyya is a colossal waste frankly the movie needs no songs.
Certain KS Ravikumarish commercial elements doesnt really gel with the movie.
Timing and dialogue comedy.Most of the audience were dumb enough not to appreciate it .If you liked Panchatantrum,PKS type comedies you will love this.
All 10 roles were good but Naidu- Complete fun, Dalit activist - action and body language, CIA Agent Villan - Peter machi peteru and George Bush - u known what, stand out.
First Kamal movie without a mouth..
After a long time the heroine in this case Asin shares the screen space with Kamal in almost 90% of the movie.
Watch out for height , weight variations that Kamal shows in different roles




