Dove

Came across a recent movie trailer featuring a guy with wings. I think god would have alleviated half our woes if he had given us wings. Got really impressed by the imagination of the movie director. Unfortunately that was a kind of movie which clearly falls outside my spectrum, and am going to make a decent effort to keep away from.

Ah..Wings, has never thought of so far. It should look great on my body. Two wings made of white feathers protruding below my articulatio humeri. Should make my life hell lot easier I guess. Travel to office, which now is a narrow path between potential absolute oblivion(thanks for the more than decent traffic) and the thrill of gripping my hands more and more authoritatively on my accelerator, to give vent to my last remaining belligerency , stand the chance of being a potential adventure, and at the same time catering to my innate voyeuristic self. Can't really imagine the commotion of people when I fly out of my balcony with my bag strapped to my back.

The major impact will be in my mindset towards my body, who is now bearing the blunt off all that alcohol, meat and sleep. From the "so far so good", I don't care attitude, I may change and look forward to tuning it so that some day I might look like the hero in the movie. Who knows I might someday fly out of my window in a low waist blue denim jeans, shirtless, barefoot, strapping a laptop on my back. Some day...

That makes me think of some potential misfits.

• Me walking on the office floor in formal outfits including tie and the wings protruding from my back.
• My manager will be more than amused I guess.
• Think of the cubicle real-estate. I should be having a real hard time negotiating with my Admin Dept. For a larger cubicle. The cancellation of the transport service should give me an edge.
• Feather care add up with skin care, body care , hair care and similar "cares" with which I am least concerned and will remain so.
• Though I am pretty peculiar about having snow white wings, I really wonder who is going to take the trouble. I wish god should, since he is the one who is going to give me the wings.
• Swimming would be something I might withdraw not able to withstand the stares of people on my wet, drooping wings.
• Wings with out a halo.....Once I have wings I thing I can bargain for a halo too. Wand- not interested but don't mind a beer bottle while flying.

My favorite flight destination.....Tall apartments. Preferred flight timings.....Beyond 18:00. Hmm....She will have a real tough time trying to bring me down in the evenings I guess.

But frankly if I get every thing I wish for tomorrow, I would simply chop those off with out a second thought. Reason, it would be as if a obese pig was flying if I ever made an attempt. And the extra wings will be just a space consumer like my belly without any use. Already I drink like a fish with a drinking problem, god only knows how many open decked liquor vans I would be looting.