It is never wrong if you have followed the trends . The mass is always waddling through the murky waters of confusion to the right horizons . Being in the pack and emulating what they do is perhaps a failproof way of validating oneself. It is a sureshot way to save yourself from going up in smoke . A tidal wave of human heads in sync with our various colored shepherds . Honey so sweet pouring into your mouth like a fountain . Why do we need water when we had chocolaty drinks served unto our grey cells ? However there is always one four leafed clover waiting in your pack of cards but thanks to our Gurus these misfit jigsaw pieces are soon sent on their way to feed the trash cans and dogs alike .

                    And it's now that hour , yes those times when we redeem ourselves by soaking up all that our idols are peddling . It is absolutely fine if we reward ourselves with broken bones , shattered homes , failed futures if we have trodden on the paths cleared out for us . You can have your last smile before you fall into the waterfall during a TikTok video . Life is so easy nowadays , ain't it ? We have got the crackshot acumen , born of the hours of headshots and chicken dinners in augmented mobile reality . If only we had been told about it earlier , we could easily have carved out a wide base of fans . Oh , Hero Alom , Dhinchak Puja , Soluchan , where were you when we saw the nights die into dawn before our entrance days . We could even have been a famous personality if we had attended the local carrom clubs and paid an ear to Ghoton Da's visions . Only mentally challenged people dare to bet their scalp full of hairs for a destiny of humiliation .

                        That's why we took up the white coat and the rubber tubing like a fool so much rapt in its past glory . We had made our way past the shores of Bailey Bay after a voyage through the Gray Seas in Robbin's cabin leaving behind Harper's Pier only to reach the hairpin bends of Harrison Hills - what a pilgrimage only to pay homage in terms of history . It would have been so fulfilling no less than gobbling up a course of dishes after a hectic schedule of mundane rice and curries . They never told you anywhere that all those fine rosy ideals that you picked up in cinemas or epics weren't the way that this world of " karma " dabbled in . Ah , bibliophile , caring mind , when will you learn to absorb the news channel whiz or the concocted smoothies of good days . Aren't those accusing eyes enough to enlighten you ? Alas , we are of the creed - that bares it's abilities in a bid to save the coffee despite the acrid fumes choking the kitchen . It's not the milk that gets the limelight , rather its the cream that floats up which is tackled by that spoon as it climbs out of your glass. None but the whites can appreciate the turmoils of blood stains and the tales that they told .