It is not what we consider as a tentative state, when we look into the matter, which requires waiting. Some of us, who have experienced life with worn out slippers, know this inevitable phase profoundly and well. We happen to meet a bunch of people on the other side of the fence, accustomed to their influences, connections, networks, privileges, who try to opine their road map as similar to us. But then considerable and countable few "of us," still linger in the waiting room. Often perplexed by the fast forward pace of the fenced out people demonstrating their smart moves. Fenced out, because they hardly would shuffle back towards the bridge mood, being Busy with their Hot Soup gulped with forks.