Hello Party Hoppers of Kolkata,


A grand welcome from Mrs Panic Button. Well I do not have the money or means to welcome you to any five or seven star hotel in the city and treat you to a free cocktail dinner, still I welcome you all to the world of Omicron. Because your so pretty maskless faces, kissing anyone and everyone, for a photo op, to be uploaded instantly on social media, is even scaring off the super scrary mutated Omicron.

Trust me, I heard Omicron has thus decided to invade the Western countries more, loving the Christmas jingles around and has been conniving with the deadly Delta since last few nights through the grand porches of star hotels as to how the pretty faces can be in a whiff laid off on beds again. Only that they are not aware, that the Party Hoppers of Kolkata have a more virulent virus running through their veins.

The 'J' virus. The very 'foe' of yesterday suddenly turns a 'friend' today or even the very 'friend of last year' turns an enemy today. Hence Omicron recently looked dampened and out of frustration even gulped down a few shots of leftover booze from the tinkling glasses that fell from the hands of sozzled socialites. Though Omicron has always taken pride in having the fastest pace of transmission, but unfortunately the 'J' virus of Kolkata overtook it as party gals madly rushed from one star hotel venue to another on the same evening, just to be seen. 

Their faces were all around, maskless though. Omicron was rather confused at these super humans who were doing everything and seen everywhere --- from cake mixing ceremonies, to book launches, to poetry reading in any and every language, to fairs, to restaurant openings and all. Delta however was more well versed with this crowd and had successfully put many of these hoppers on the hospital bed and had the confidence that they would never dare to call themselves the 'only artistic and intellectual circuit' of Kolkata. However Delta was wrong too! This crowd just didn't pay any heed, despite posting pictures of pyres burning, people gasping during the 2nd wave. They had conveniently blamed the government and within months they started regularly breaking all COVID protocols, party hopping. Maskless, no social distance and mingling madly. 

So tonight Delta and Omicron have decided to have a little chit-chat to discover what goes in the head of this eigth wonder of the world -- the intellectual party hoppers of Kolkata. Hope they will be able to decipher their brains and gear up for the New Year. Or will they be defeated by Kolkata's 'J' virus? Only time will tell. Meanwhile, happy partying! 


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