Of no consequence...

It's not my idea but it's a damn good one nonetheless...what would I do if I knew there'd be no consequences to my actions?

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1. Oh oh!!I wanna climb the Al Gibberish hotel in Dubai. The sail shaped one!!It'd be such a super-fragilistically-cool climb!!!I can just see the lust of the curve bending towards the sky...as I turn to look over my shoulder, I see an azure sea. Applauding politely. Small pleasures of man.
   
2. Buy some reaaaaaaalllllly fancy lenses for Chiara....she deserves them!!She's....so pretty!!She waits for me to come home and tell her what I learnt during the day about bokeh and aperture..;-P
3. Ride a bike like I used to in Road Rash!!!All the way to Bangalore baby....a nice- ass Norton!And then have money left over to put up at the Taj and eat at India Coffee house with my ilk(the much-intended writer). See, now I could still do that but I'd be broke. And debt-ridden.... ;-P Where's that cheque book now?
   
4. I want to turn back time and live in the times of WW1.It sounds insane but the desperation of those times really does haunt me every time I see a picture or read an article. The simplicity of survival. Reverse Darwinism if you will...you see, they lived for each other. Call me a romantic if you will. Call me a fool. I'd give it all up to see wizened ladies thank me silently as I pull sons out of the line of fire. As I lie about my occupation and take a family out of Dachau. As I stand facing a firing squad looking down at tar-blackened boots. Is Natalia hidden..? Phut. I lied...send me back there anyways. Consequences be blown.
   
5. I'm NOT an exhibitionist but I would like to strip and walk around my place nude. No biggie but the curtains wouldn't be drawn. Give the moralities of the middle class a good shake-up. I can see the women coming to hang their washing in their balconies....stopping, realising. Running back in!!!Ag bai, tula mahit ahe ka, tya opposite bazuchya mulaga na...Cut to mater familias getting wind of son's eccentricities and getting a coronary.
   
6. I'd like to give bull fighting a go....but in the intellectualised way. You make friends with the bull, understand where he's coming from, hear his angst. Then you take him out for a drink, hear why he hates being a bull and would rather be a cow, help him pick out appropriate sexy lingerie. You don't know where this is heading but you'll head to the drag strip and he starts singing I will survive by Gloria someone. He pulls you close and starts dancing with you and then...you realise why women are so much better to dance with. They don't smell foul, they rarely put their entire weight on you, and you're never reminded of jail shower time!!Bohemia anyone? ;-)
   
7. I'd swim the English Channel. Now, I could do that anyways but gurrgle gurglr will happen. Plus ass will freeze off and will have to be separated by hot butter knife. ;-P
   
8. Get into a knife fight...I know this sounds unnecessarily violent but it's beautiful. I've seen a couple of videos of it once. The moves are so amazingly quick and dexterous. Personal. Intimate. You have to step up close to get a cut in. Lean in and out. Flashing cold steel. The promise of blood. Warm. Slowly spreading across your thigh as you see another spray of blood lace the walls behind the church. His...
   
9. I'd grab the prettiest woman(necessarily Indian...so I'm a reverse-racist!) at a beach bar in Goa and dance with her. A slow waltz...minimal movement. Tendrils of her hair against my cheek hazing my vision. Gold-brown waves. Undulating. Soft blurring and a rapid heartbeat. And then I take her back to her seat...some pleasures should never be unduly advantaged.
   
10. I like this one the best...it's my contribution to scientific progress. Drop a cat from the top of the Twin towers at Prabhadevi. Dead cat bounce. See, the idea is the cat is gonna see Pearly Gates as soon as it hits the ground. Will it then bounce? I could drop an already dead cat but...no no. I know how perverse this sounds but we've all got a bloodlust within us. The vein throbs and we ache. An admixture of naivete and cowardice stops us from letting go...Enough. Free your mind...you are who you always were. 150 pounds of raging fury screaming across the Kalahari...you still see people through narrowed eye slits. The background dissipates to a single point as you pound towards them...the distance shredding. You feel their fear...seconds later, they can barely feel it.Barely...