Disclaimer: All the characters in the story are fictitious and if you feel any resemblance with the living or dead, its purely coincidence.
Meeting people, getting close with many of them and at last getting hurt was not something unusual for Sidharth. He moved on after every setback with lots and lots of hopes. Sidharth met Roshan when he joined St. Jones college Bangalore in the year of 2003. Being a guy whose parents were in State government service, Sidharth's exposure to the branded world was limited those days. Contrast to that Roshan being the son of an NRI was never out of brands when it comes to clothes, accessories and rest of the things. Yet they became close and became thick.
As years went by They reduced the gaps between them so did both the families. Roshan has a younger sister, whom had been considered by an own sister by Sidharth. Sidharth and Roshan used to stay at each other's home and study together, watch porn together and did whatever the youngsters do at that age. After degree Sidharth joined for his M tech in a local college and Roshan went to Canada for his higher studies. Sidharth used to visit Roshan's house as Roshan and his Dad was away. Sidharth had never seen Roshan's mother as an aunt. For him she was just like his own mother.
Time went by and Sidharth got placed in a reputed company in Chennai. Whenever he came home, He visited Roshan's house and brought sweets for his little sister and Mom. Roshan came back after his course and decided to marry the girl with whom he had an affair. They fixed the marriage and Roshan went back to Canada. Sidharth meanwhile was jumping from one job to another, from one country to another just like a young monkey.
As years went by the bondage between Roshan and Sidharth reached new hights. So was the case with both the families. Whoever asked Sidharth, who was his best friend, Sidharth was ready with one and only answer and it was 'ROSHAN'. To be very frank, Sidharth was blind on others who had taken care of him. Among them there was a guy names 'Shamnad'. Sidharth had never seen him as a best friend. But the guy was sincere and always taken care of Sidharth unconditionally.
Soon Roshan got married and settled in Dubai. Again his mom and sister became alone at home. Sidharth visited them frequently, mostly in the evening after his work. For him it was just like visiting his own Mom and Sister. But society has always the 'Devil's eyes'. Somebody called Roshan's dad and indicated very badly about Sidharth's visits and Roshan's dad called Roshan and blasted at him. Roshan called one of his friends and given a blueprint about the incident. That friend was a close friend of Sidharth and he shared what he understood from Roshan.
Sidharth started connecting the dots. He had noted the difference in the behavior of Roshan's mom and sister when he visited them last couple of times. One day after X Mas he went with X mas cake and Roshan's Mom received the same at the gate and not even invited Sidharth for a coffee. Sidharth was just frozen there. After that evening, It was hunting him. He was sad not because the society had a different perception, but because Roshan and his family digested the society's belief. Sidharth tried everything to get away from it. But nothing happened. As he tried to forget, it multiplied in times of thousands and his thoughts got carried away most of the time.
One evening, he was riding his bike and was about to meet one client. He was thinking about Roshan, His family, Those beautiful days, laughter they laughed. His eyes became wet and his vision got blurred. and when he was awake he was in Operation theater and was just escaped from a major bike accident. There he realized the value of Shamnad and he slowly realized the value of sincerity over fake compliments.
Now Sidharth is alive. Now he has a better picture about friendship and he had no second thought of changing his best friend. Because your best friend will never allow society to judge you. For that matter he will never JUDGE you
Thanks for your time
For Sidharth
Sharath Muthirakkal
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