The way we are!

"That's why we won't ever have a Mr. Doyle", I said to Amit.
(Well, I know that this isn't the right way to start writing but this is how I'll do it - my way; And about Amit, hmm... he's the best friend I've ever got or will ever get, ha ha. About Mr. Doyle: you'll have to watch '25th hour' starring Edward Norton to understand that a bit better but think that you've already seen that, eh?)

We were returning to Amit's den at Sobhanbagh from Kalabagan after running some errands. I got down from the Rickshaw and Amit was in a shop to buy another 300 taka phone-card (Man, how much does he spend on that damn phone?); that's when I saw the lame dog. It's not a grown-up yet, nor is a puppy. Guess, it's like one of those fearsome teens that roam around the city these days. Nah, he's far better than those kids. The dog came to me as I was standing in front of the shop trying to keep the chill out of my sweater. At first I didn't notice the hurt leg as the sore was on the hind. I was trying to talk to the dog as I told him that it's been severe cold outside. Then I saw the limping back leg and suddenly I remembered Mr. Doyle. Interesting enough, we've seen the movie a week ago. My heart was all wet for the dog, I was thinking what we can do about the dog but along came Amit and we started to walk, leaving the dog behind.

This is why we don't get one Mr. Doyle by our side, this is why we are lacking trusted people these days. We work on our momentary passion (like a momentary lapse of reason you might say). We feel pity for a hurt dog, for a poor beggar, for a hard-working orphan but do nothing. Even if we have the intention we just swallow it like our dreams. Like Amit said,"The best that I've done once was removing a string around a dog's neck". That's what we are: we try to stop boys throwing stones to a puppy and feel proud and full. Never do we ever look behind to find out if the boys are picking up stones again to hit that poor puppy with more vengeance than ever. We live in our pompous moments and try to satisfy our souls with great thoughts, we verbally bash the young ones (did I mention that they are all clones of one single prototype) and try to hide ourselves in works. That's why Amit, that's why we won't be greats, ever. We want a Mr. Doyle but do nothing for that: story of our life!