Bros before Hoes!

Sometimes events happen in life which make you question all that you have been ever doing so far. Running around, chasing dreams, living under the belief that nothing is going to happen to me. You let your passion define you rather than it being a part of you. Probably Vivek was one such person. 

A great great friend. If our orientations were different I'm pretty sure we'd be married by now. An extremely skilled and a brilliant surgeon. A great man. A loving husband, a caring father, a responsible son and what not. 

From the time I've known Vivek, since 2008, I've known him to be passionate about being a surgeon. Probably one of the reasons why I quit medicine (apart from the fact that I hated it) was his passion. Cuz somewhere, maybe I felt if someone isn't as passionate as him there is no point being a doctor. Now after I started practicing law and I found how passionate I was, I realised what he meant when he said he wouldn't trade his life for anyone else's. 

Vivek and I had such an on and off relationship. We were like frenemies. If it was one thing common between the both of us.. it was our respective egos. 'why should I always call him'. 'I've called him this time, let praj call me now'.  Oh, and the number of times we've fought. Over silly things. How would one describe a relationship that was so intense and comforting. How would one define something so wild, vivid, raw and so humanly normal. 

People tend to talk great things about people after they're no more with us. It's almost as if they wait for them to die to talk good things about them. Would it make me an asshole that even now I want to talk about Vivek like how I spoke of him when he were alive? Like how we both drifted apart  because of our egos. And every time we spoke we both felt the need to open our hearts out but our egos and our general 'cunt-ery' prevented us from doing so. Like how we could argue for hours without arriving at a conclusion, like how I had so much trust in his skills. There has been instances when I did not know what treatment my mom or dad was undergoing cuz I knew if it's Vivek, there's no way it can be wrong and I was always right about it. We were such great friends that at one point, people started saying Vivek was my mom's eldest and probably her favourite son. She has indeed lost a son in him.

Over the past few months when I was going through a tough time mentally and he knew about it, I really hoped and prayed Vivek called and just asked me if I was doing right. One call was all that was required for me open up to him.

Vivek was a man of passion, he was a man of his words, he was a self-obsessed narcissistic pig - like our group was consisted of any other category of people- duh. He was a great husband, loving father, a caring friend, a kick ass surgeon and most importantly, a human being. 

I hear people say he is in a better place, heaven will definitely be gaining a great man, god is cruel and all. Knowing him well, I know he would strongly disagree. Vivek is no more and that is the only reality we have to face now. Where he is.. what he has become is all a matter of argument and discourse. 

But be rest assured, when he was here.. amongst us.. taking walks with us.. eating with us.. arguing with us.. roasting us.. getting roasted by us.. partying.. travelling.. reading.. studying etc..  he was here whole heartedly.