Since the times of the evolution, man has been a social
being. Social means living in harmony with its own kind. But every kind has its
own requirements and certain obsessions towards something. So did man. Choices started
clashing with each other. Men those let go off it, escaped, but those who
couldn’t, fought for it. Maybe that dates to the start of war. Now this child
of vengeance has found a shelter in every minds. It guides them when anger
takes on them. People fight with their own kind to bring them down and take
what they find PRECIOUS. Strange…ain’t it? But having friends to back you up
when any random S.O.Bs comes for you, feels good. Friends….the
saviours! when you are alone. They watch your back everywhere you go. But was
there a time when you felt that your best buddy’s mind shifts to some other
priority and he/she starts ignoring you? Is there ever a feeling that you felt
to bring back your friend to you when he goes for something else…all the time
moving away from you? That feeling isn’t good, I bet. It hurts you every time
you need someone to look for you and that friend of yours is busy balming some
unworthy crap out there. I understand. You bet, I do, coz It’s my story. Something
I have seen in every friend of mine. They come to me and we buck up, like,
ever. We promise to watch each other’s back. I do my word but when I seek them
in distress, I fuse. I see them flocking with some other mates who serve a
better meal than I do. I loose hopes. I stand out alone. Like in movies when
you see the lead man sit alone in a place wetting cheeks in pain, there’s
always a friend to come looking for him in there, but I never got that. I swear
I never found one come looking for me. These are friends to me…..
I lost many friends in the past and still watching many
taking me for granted. I have just become a matter of fun for them. I don’t
entertain them perhaps, or maybe I am cold. Why do they abandon me and find
others when I wait for them to see me still existing. Am I that bad? Do I lack
some friend thing in me? As far as I know, I always comfort them by being in
all ears when they babble out their pains to me. They even trust me well with
their secrets. What makes them behave cold towards me when they are with other
guys? Crap….i’m feeling like I am the worst man left to rot with so many
unfriendly guys around me. It has become a customary affair with me. Unfriendly
friends!! What a term to coin!
Was a time when I had friends ready to sacrifice fortune for
me. That dates back to my school. I was all full of life then. Three of us were
best buddies. A trio of life like cheer in us. Had our own secrets, our own
jokes, and our own den. Then, girls came in. wow! A sweet sugarcoated time
bomb, I suppose. We were still cool. We, infact pretended to be, though we had
developed some cold spots in our hearts towards each other. We didn’t expose
those. All the time, saving friendship. We needed each other despite having a
cold war nurturing within us. There was everything intact but fate couldn’t be
cheated for all. We clashed. We fought, finally. Brought up all the calm storm we
had engraved these days deep within, for
the sake of friendship. All escape routes were sealed and the splitting up was
inevitable. So we did. We parted on the note that we would turn up to restore
this abandoned promise yet again, when we fail in the quest each of us took to
let go off our friendship, forever. I still had hopes on, until I found another
life for me in an engineering college. All three of us landed in different
colleges. Three new lives started again with new friends, new goals and new
priorities. As time went on, the hopes of the past started looking pale. Talking
of me, this new life showed me some different aspects of friendship that
changed my opinion.
In the very first year of college, I met with some
incredibly awesome guys who reminded me of my past scars. A very positive vibe
took on me. I thought they would serve to my quest of finding my best friends
in them. I seeked. I spent some best moments with them which I still rejoice. We
were three in school and now we are seven. The more, the better. We enjoyed the
whole year in cherishing the fruits of friendship we had earned for us. I was
never alone since then until another storm struck us. As usual, more girls came
in. And yet another cause to make me re-live my past, when this same creature
had once exploded the friendship I had. I stood there the same way I did, when
one after another fell to this cause. Then I realized the pity of my life. A friend
is a friend until a girl comes in to fill your place in his life. And of course
a girl would be a better companion then a guy. What seemed a miracle was actually not it. It was just
another truth of life I was unaware of. It’s not my fault that I always loose
friends. It’s just fate isn’t as good with me as with other guys. So it’s ok. I’m
cool now. I am just good in myself. I don’t need any freaking bullshit in my
life, called friends coz they are just so temporary. Priorities change and so
should i. Change is the other name of nature. Those who couldn’t cope up end up
as underlings boarding the outdated bus. Its life, guys. It’s all about being
mean. Take what you want and let the crap go off you. If you need someone at
some time then just call him… a friend, tell some silly little secrets to him
that won’t hurt you, take what you want and leave him there. If he comes to be
a fool like many, he ought to fall for this. Even today some guys take the word
FRIEND for serious. Let’s prove that they are no good to this mean world. Let’s
start a new era. What say? Buck up?
