Come Back to Life, Boy

Never was any good with friendship, still am not. In my defense, I never chose to bump into these set of people I bumped into. I couldn't avoid them, that's all. Or they couldn't avoid me. 

But I'm more like a wine bottle that once opened, becomes sour with age. 

One poor fellow, who got a taste of this sour wine is a friend from a far off land. This fine boy, or rather this fine man, became known to me during my post-graduate course. We both had the same ambition, learn as much as we could and emerge as successful persons and somebody to be reckoned with. We had both come far from our homes in the hope of making it big in life. I became an avid admirer of his demeanor, his effortless and fluid style and his eloquence. I found a person from whom I could learn a lot and thought it would be fun to challenge him and test my competence. As the bond of our friendship grew stronger, I realized that he was one person that I could trust with my deepest secrets and could rely on him during the most testing times.

Tragedy strikes, as always, when you least expect it. My friend suffered a big personal loss and that day I learned that our biggest role models can be human too. Perhaps we expect a lot from our role models and don't forgive them for even a slight sign of weakness.

Months have passed and even today I long to see my friend in his real form. I know that I have not been a good friend to him. I deserted him at times when he needed support the most. Even though I fear friendship and all the emotions it brings along, its time to finally grow up and handle the situation. I want to just be there atleast for him. Alas! Maybe that defines success and not just our financial success. So I have to bring a person(ality) back from the dead! That's an interesting mission.