Two friends

Once upon a time, not so long ago, There were two friends, very good friends indeed. But this unison was strange.Why? Because they were completely different from each other. One was the righteous and moral good fellow who used to ponder a lot before doing something,he was a romantic fool and often found himself in fixes,while the other was the carefree chap with the devil may care philosophy,he was a musician and music was all he cared for. Living in a world of magnets and miracles in a small town in the heart of India, these two lads aspired to change the world, but each in his own way. One was a conservative who believed in gradual change, while the other was an ardent devotee of Ernesto "Che" Guevara and was convinced that only by the means of a revolution the world can be made a better place. They always had conflicting notions, always debated about right and wrong, mocked each other's views, but in the end, they were still very good friends. They learned to accept their differences. These boys, they were never really front runners at school,not in the good books of the teachers by any means, even the virtuous one often found himself at the receiving end of the demonic wrath of his chemistry teacher!(Not exaggerating, that man was pure evil, a serviceman of satan , a fiend!). Coming back to the track,
The two friends were not your usual 'do good'ers , always looking for trouble, cutting class, wandering about  like punks, ah punks they were indeed. Perhaps it was the subtle and gradual influence of the musician friend that turned the other friend into a beatnik too. So as I was saying, time flew, years rolled by,and the boys were in a perilous phase, they had to prove themselves to the school, if not to the world. They did it. Each on his own. One went for Law and the other for Literature, one din't leave the nest, the other left town and went to a big city, both displaying their respective characters. Times changed, the two friends drifted their own ways, and the usual course of life followed. The firm rock and the free bird, both are prospering in their respective worlds. They both signify rebellion,though in distinctive contrivances. I guess they would do good in life. May the force be with them..