The Thousandth Man

Been so long since i last posted, well here goes nothing poetic just something that i have to do.

Rudyard kipling in his poem "the thousandth man", talks about how we are lucky to find just this one guy/gal who would go with you to the gallows, who would be with you till the very end. Some would say this is the stuff of legends, who is to say it isn't?

But me i have had this privilege of having around 20-30 people in my life, who would not hesitate for a second to go the gallows or even HELL!! for that matter.
One thing i know is that i will never have the same friends as them.

Although i rarely meet any of them now and even when i do, the most i say is "hi" or "how are you!".

In a perfect world, i guess i could say that the real culprit was "time" , we all changed.

But in the real world, You know what the bitter truth is.

Even now i miss these spontaneous idiots, Who would never say no to anything, who would try everything atleast once. I was a different me, when i was with them. I was always considered as "the (almost) most reckless one" , well i might be bragging :P but then again i might not be ;).

While i was modelling my self to this "society", i lost my dearest friends. Now I might be the most ideal student, they might as well see me for what i really am, A lonely guy with no (real) friends.

Now my friends cant even see how i was friends with them in the first place. Although i say i dont know and change the topic. Only i know the bloody truth which is, I was BLOODY Them.

but we did have some amazing times, maybe i will share em ;) in the future.