Golden Boy – The last time I mentioned him, I was at my therapist’s. I told her that it was time for the Golden Boy blog to die, for a new one to take its place. Perhaps, I have already started that. A brand new blog with a brand new name. And there is nothing personal in it. It is just about things around. But nothing of my personal self, nothing of Golden Boy.
I wonder how much did I spend on this blog, writing here at the cyber café, keeping an eye on the hands of the clock!
Times of pain, times of glee, anger, dark fears, intense lust and passion – perhaps you have listened to Golden Boy in all those moments speaking here. He still speaks, you know, if one cares to flip through the pages of this blog. And you walk directly into his life, into his mind. And you know exactly what he is feeling then, what is happening to him, how life is treating him, how he is taking on life.
At times, readers must have felt, his writings were mere play with words. All rhetoric, no sense!
Did life of Golden Boy have any sense at all? Did he exist at all to matter to anyone, or was he just a figment of his own mind, living in a surreal world, where he thought he was the actor and the rest spectators, engrossed in the drama of his life, as for once they saw him fighting on like a Knight, at other times he spoke eloquently like a scholar, and at other times he wept imagining that the world wept with him as they often do when watching soap operas on TV.
Golden Boy was always on an adventure! What else could it have been with a name like that, as if he was some cartoon book hero.
And as I search him now, to draw him back onto this now silent stage, I can’t find him anywhere.
The flame that was Golden Boy, with his Don Quixotic escapades, has been blown out.
There is no Golden Boy now!
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