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Living Among Traitors


Life has a way of introducing us to people we never thought we’d meet — and sometimes, the hardest lessons come wrapped in familiar faces.

Over the years, I’ve crossed paths with many I once called friend, partner, confidant. They didn’t just disappoint me — they betrayed me. And the deeper the trust, the sharper the cut.

  • I’ve been cheated by a business partner I built dreams with.
  • I’ve been betrayed by someone I loved and trusted with my heart.
  • I’ve been exploited by an advocate friend, who saw my crisis not as a moment to help, but as an opportunity to take.
  • I’ve been let down by a close friend and core team member — someone I trusted blindly, only to find my trust was the rope they used to walk away.
  • I’ve watched an ex-employee, who was once a friend, vanish when we hit the toughest stretch — a stretch they had a hand in creating.
  • I’ve seen friends wear the mask of loyalty, only to disappear when I needed them most.
  • And I’ve known those who stayed only while the money flowed — vanishing the moment it stopped.


The cruel truth is this: traitors don’t announce themselves. They don’t come with warning signs or red flags. They blend in, laugh with you, celebrate with you, and then… when you’re least prepared, they reveal who they truly are.

It took me years to accept that filtering them out completely is almost impossible. Some will only show their colours when the stakes are high, when your back is against the wall, when you have no energy left to defend yourself.

So, here’s what I’ve learned — not from books or quotes, but from life cutting me open and teaching me to heal:

You can’t stop traitors from existing, but you can stop them from destroying you.


Don’t waste your days wishing they hadn’t done what they did. Don’t burn your life trying to expose them all. Instead, learn to walk among them — eyes open, heart guarded, spirit unbroken.

Because in a world full of masks, survival isn’t about finding only the good. It’s about knowing the bad, and still moving forward with strength, wisdom, and the quiet power of someone who cannot be broken twice the same way.

When Dreams Turn Into Daggers


When the hand that built the dream holds the knife that kills it.

In 2008, six of my friends did something most people only dream about.

They walked away from cozy jobs, steady paychecks, and the warm security of “playing safe” to build something bigger. Something worth remembering. They were all in their late 20s, brimming with fire. They took loans, emptied savings, and pledged the prime of their lives to a single dream.

The world of entrepreneurship, however, wasn’t the romantic adventure they imagined. It was brutal, unforgiving, and often lonely. They worked sleepless nights, took no salary for months, and when they finally did, it was far below what they could have earned elsewhere. They traded comfort for survival, and survival for the hope of victory.

And slowly, painfully, they built a brand — a brand that became a name others admired, a story that inspired.

But today… that story has a bitter ending.

One person’s greed — one — has turned all of that sweat, sacrifice, and shared hardship into ashes.
Three of my friends, who bled for this company for 15 long years, have been thrown out. Not because they failed. Not because they lacked value. But because the man they trusted — a friend — decided he wanted it all.

Money. Power. Control.

The irony? That man is my friend too. And watching him walk the same path as my ex‑business partner is like déjà vu wrapped in heartbreak. I’ve lived through betrayal. I’ve woken up to the taste of iron in my mouth, knowing someone I trusted had buried a knife in my back. I know the hollow it leaves inside you.

He needs to understand — really understand — what it means to crush the very people who carried you through the storms.
He needs to know that the applause he hears today will fade… and karma has the longest memory of all.

And to my friends who were wronged —
I want to tell you this:
Believe in yourself. Stay the course. Don’t let the poison of betrayal seep into the veins of your purpose. Karma takes time, yes… but when it moves, it never misses. I have seen it with my own eyes.

Success built on betrayal is a glass palace. It may look beautiful now, but the cracks are already forming.
And one day, when it shatters, the shards will cut deeper than any knife.

Full Circle, But Not the Same Me


I don’t know if life has come full circle. But it feels like I’m standing at a point where I can see the consequences of every seed once sown — even the ones I regret planting. Time, as they say, is a strange healer. It doesn’t erase the past, but it dulls the sting. The rage, the grief, the helpless ache… they slowly dissolve into a kind of quiet understanding.

But there are scars that no healing touches. Wounds inflicted long ago — not by enemies, but by those I once held close — they carved something permanent into me. Not like the betrayal that came 17 years ago.

Some say, “They’re suffering now. Maybe you could reach out. Offer help. Give solace. Be the bigger person.”

And honestly? I could. By God’s grace, I now stand in a place where I can offer help — financially, emotionally, morally. I’ve walked through fire and come out carrying water. I *could* be that person. But my heart whispers otherwise.

Because some things are not meant to be mended.

There’s a saying in Tamil: **“Pambukku paal vaikkaradhu.”** You don’t offer milk to a snake. Not out of vengeance, but out of wisdom. Some people aren’t meant to return to your life — not because you wish them harm, but because they once destroyed what was sacred. Trust. Friendship. Brotherhood.

What God took away, He did for a reason. And what He gave in return — new people, real allies, relationships born in fire and forged in loyalty — they are my true blessings. I don’t curse the ones who broke me. I don’t wish ruin upon them. But I won’t let them walk back in either.

I’ve made peace, yes. But peace doesn’t mean reunion.

The Day I Hired My Destiny


Some choices echo forever.

They say life is nothing but a series of choices — some we make in seconds, some after years of thought. But it’s the unexpected ones, the small decisions on seemingly ordinary days, that end up shaping our destiny the most.

In 2004, I made such a choice.
I hired someone.
That’s it. A routine decision. A resume, a handshake, a promise of a new beginning — it felt like just another Monday on the entrepreneurial calendar.

She was from a small town, working in a call center, holding an MBA in HR but desperate for a break. I saw that raw hunger and decided to offer her a platform — I thought I was enabling a young professional’s dream. Maybe, in some corner of my mind, I even saw a reflection of my own past struggles — that same raw desperation to make it.

I had built my first venture with a dear partner, brick by brick, dream by dream. We didn’t have connections, we didn’t have family money cushioning our falls. All we had was ambition that kept us awake at night and a silent promise to each other that we would make it, no matter what.

But sometimes, we forget — when you open your door wide for someone, they might walk in carrying not gratitude, but greed.
She wasn’t cunning or a mastermind. She was simply short-sighted, hungry for quick luxury, blinded by instant pleasures. While we were busy building a company to stand the test of time, she was busy living in borrowed moments, chasing dinners, perfumes, designer labels — things that glitter only till the lights are on.

In her desperate rush for the high life, she didn’t just stumble — she pulled down everything in her path.
She rattled a ship that was floating on the fragile balance of two young dreamers. She planted doubts, sowed jealousy, whispered false comforts — and before I knew it, the dream I had once guarded like a newborn was thrown out with me.

In 2008, I was pushed out of my own creation. My partner too slowly fell into a pit he couldn’t climb out of. The venture that had so much promise, that spark in our eyes — it all vanished like an unfinished verse in a torn diary.

But the tragedy didn’t spare her either.
The same greed that fueled her steps ultimately consumed her life. She ended up as lost as we were broken — a stark reminder that shortcuts don’t just ruin roads, they erase destinations.

Years later, people still ask me, “What went wrong?”
I don’t blame fate, nor do I hold the world accountable. My only mistake? Hiring the wrong person on that one day in 2004. That single signature on a simple appointment letter shifted the course of twenty-one years of my life.

If I could ask God for just one gift, I wouldn’t ask for money, fame, or even a second chance.
I would simply ask Him to make me dream backwards — just for one night.

A dream where I go back to that fateful day, fix that one decision, and erase that moment when I hired her.
A dream where I see myself and my partner, two young boys with fire in their eyes, running a company that’s recognised, respected, and celebrated by all.
A dream where we are still fighting side by side, laughing over cheap tea, planning crazy ideas that kept us up all night, watching our tiny dream grow into an empire that even we can’t believe we built.

And in that dream, I want to see us standing on a stage, receiving awards, hearing applause, hugging each other with tears in our eyes — whispering, “We did it, against all odds.”
I want to wake up in the morning and still taste that dream, feel its warmth in my veins, carry its fragrance in my mind.

But life doesn’t give us that luxury.
So, I move forward — with scars, with lessons, and with the silent prayer that no one else ever has to learn it the way I did.

From Wounds to Scars: A Lesson in Karma and Healing


There was a time when betrayal felt like an open wound. When someone cheated or double-crossed me, I didn’t just feel hurt, I felt an almost animalistic urge for revenge. I wanted blood. I wanted them to feel the pain I was going through.

Other times, I felt like a helpless victim. I moved away quietly, carrying my heartbreak and frustration like a heavy bag I couldn’t put down. And as I carried it, that pain slowly turned into a deep sense of anger, depression, and a silent scream that no one else could hear.

Years passed. The sharpness of those wounds dulled. They turned into scars, they are always there, but no longer bleeding. Life went on, and I learned to walk forward with those scars stitched into my story.

And then, life did something unexpected.
Within this year, two of the people who had wronged me, the very people I once wanted revenge against had finally faced the consequences of their actions. Karma, as we like to call it, had arrived.

But here’s the surprising part: it didn’t make me feel victorious. It didn’t bring me the happiness or relief I thought I’d feel a decade ago when those wounds were raw.

Instead, it felt like reading a piece of news. Just information. A passing moment of, Oh, I see. Life has its own way of balancing things out.

I realized something important in that moment:
I had outgrown my need for revenge.

Back then, revenge felt like the only closure that could heal me. But healing never really waited for karma. Healing happened inside me, as I moved forward and rebuilt myself piece by piece.

Karma didn’t come to heal me; it simply came to do its job. The person I am today is no longer the same person who once stayed up at night imagining ways to “even the score.” Today, I find peace in knowing that I survived, that I grew stronger, and that my life is no longer defined by those betrayals.

The scars? They remain. But they are no longer a source of pain, they are reminders of how far I’ve come.

If karma had arrived ten years ago, it might have felt like a victory. Today, it feels like a gentle whisper from the universe: “Keep going. You’re already free.”

Don’t wait for karma to heal you.
Don’t wait for someone else to hurt for you to move forward.

Your healing is yours — and the most powerful revenge is to build a life so full that you no longer look back waiting for justice.

Enemies Respect You; Traitors Measure You


Seeman Speech

Transcript in English

Today’s traitor was my friend yesterday. Tomorrow’s traitor is today’s friend.

An enemy is always at a distance. But a traitor is always near you.

An enemy will always respect your strengths. But a traitor will always calculate and exploit your weaknesses.

This doesn’t happen only to me — it will happen to you too. So, be cautious.

Kamarajar once said: ‘Show love to every living being, but be very careful with humans.’

We know what a snake will do. We know what a monkey will do. We know what a tiger will do.

But you can never predict what this human beast will do.

Core message

The speech warns us that true danger doesn’t always come from obvious enemies but it often comes from people close to us, the ones who appear as friends but act as traitors.

The speaker emphasizes caution in human relationships:

  • Enemies are straightforward and respect your power.
  • Traitors stay close, study your weaknesses, and use them against you.
  • We understand animals, but humans are unpredictable and can be more dangerous than any wild creature.

It’s a call to be vigilant, not naive, and to love broadly but trust selectively.

Sixteen Years Underground


I walked through the darkness alone, not to escape the past, but to reclaim my future.

In the early 2000s, I built a life from scratch, brick by brick, hour by hour.
While others partied and dreamed, I worked.
20-hour days. No shortcuts. No favours.
By 2004, the tide had turned in my favour.

I had a growing business.
I had a beautiful woman by my side.
I had the pride of building something real, something enviable.

From the outside, life looked perfect.
Inside, I felt invincible.

Then came the collapse.

In 2008, the two people I trusted most, my partner and my lover — destroyed me.
Their affair wasn’t just a personal betrayal; it was surgical.
They pushed me out of the very company I had built.
Overnight, I lost my wealth, my name, my identity, my peace.

I was cast out! while they wore my success like a crown.

What followed wasn’t drama. It was silence.
The kind of silence where you scream, but no one hears.
Friends disappeared. Society judged.
I was labelled the loser. The discarded one.
They said he was the brain. That I was a fluke.

But I endured.
Every single day.
With nothing but grit, and a memory of what I once was.

I watched them from a distance.
Their lives looked glittering with new homes, vacations, laughter.
But time has its own justice.

A decade later, the cracks appeared.

The marriage fell apart.
The money dried up.
He spiraled into addiction.
She into loneliness.

While they scattered, I stayed still.
I had nothing left to lose and everything to rebuild.

Now, nineteen years later, I am stepping out.

Not just into light.
Into freedom.
Into peace.

I am no longer the man who lost everything.
I am the man who survived everything.

Some journeys don’t need a crowd. Just courage, time, and a quiet fire inside.

Against all ODDS – My triumph in all its GLORY!!!


  

The year 2008 was the most testing phase of my life… Was totally shattered by betrayal, loss of possession, loss of relationship and a bunch of legal disputes against me!!! Let me eloborate on all the odds;

Betrayal: 

  • From someone whom I assumed to be my best buddy till that day!!
  • From someone whom I thought would be my better half!!

Loss of Possession: Lost a company which I launched for which pledging my life & career for!!!

Loss of Relationship: That is the time which showed me the true face of more people who left once I lost money and identity!!

Legal Issues: I had to face a bunch of legal challenges for the next two years people who betrayed me!!

Criticism: Was criticised for getting cheated & for being a loser… Those were defiantly not a sort of criticism which I could take at that point of time!!

Judgemental: People became judgemental about every action of mine..

I was at odds and future looked blank. I was not in a mindset to fight back as I was emotionally,morally & monetaril broke!! Wanted to take a break, wanted to freak, wanted to roam free!! But society & parental pressure didn’t allow me to do that!!

Finally I started again!!! I knew each move would be watched, judged & criticised!! So, I decided to move to a place where I had no friends or relatives!! That happened to be a blessing in disguise!! I started and worked for 6-8 hours a day and I;

  • Joined a fitness studio and worked out everyday!!
  • Did Vagabond Like travel every weekend!!
  • Read a lot of books!!
  • Networked and got new friends & acquintances in this new place!!!
  • Watched a lot of movies!!
  • Boozed like a fish!!
  • Took up to marijuana!!!
  • Cried when needed!!
  • Started Blogging & Tweeting all crazy experiences!!
  • Did what all I wanted to do, even if it was bad!!

The change of place, new friends, doing what I wanted and documenting my my experience as blog gave me the needed distraction and purpose to be engaged!!

Slowly my intensity in handling hurdles became aggressive… Was able to handle challenges, quash the hurdles and finally started seeing success against the challenges… Today I’m happy and obliged to almighty for putting me into such a challenge!!

 Against All Odds I could finally triumph by being me and being decisive!!!