The King is dead. Long live the King
Joey - His First Born Is Now King!

And today yet another very special person went his way... away... forever.

Chuchu - passed away yesterday at about 3pm (india time). He was a true KING in every sense of the word.

He fulfilled his mission here on earth - which was to bring me back on my feet. Yes! that was his mission on earth - if you know what I mean. to teach me how to deal with life and depression. Just today a few hours before Chuchu passed away, I was telling Swetha I feel 17 again, just like when I started my career and everything was possible, I had time for everything. I wish I knew the price he would have to pay. I wish I knew  the price I would have to pay. I wish...

Bye Bye! I Love you my dear dear son. Thank you for everything - Thank you Chuchu!

huggggggggggg

I remember the first time he shook hand with me.

His indifference,
His pretense,
His roar,
His mews, demanding a lift-up.

He pissed everywhere, not being let to go out.
He knew whom to disturb to get what he wants.

He showed how to be undaunted -
In life, love, and even in death.

God bless you Chuchu.

The injured king would live forever in our heart.

Hug to all who love hard and live hard.


P.S -love u chuchu

I will say it with another poem;

The Cat, is only given nine lives to use wisely, and that he did not.
The Cat, he creeps and he crawls in search of the curious.
The Cat, he sneaks and he sprawls and sleeps with the mysterious.
The Cat, slept with another Cat's lady
and told the whole alley the tale.
The Cat, dissed his former producer, with only bad words for sale.
The Cat, got five in the chest and still wouldn't rest;
Cuz "all eyez on he."
The Cat, got four more and couldn't take it anymore.
The Cat, 5+4 equals nine lives, at the age of (2)5, oh how time flies.

Arynn D. Akins