Why the broker?

A look at these scruffy guitarists - the wow creature; and you know the world is lop sided. A finger here, there and here. They get most of everything. I wish i knew a skill and i am not talking about the logical ability, quantitative potential, analytical strength - those alcoholic elder brothers of the king, who never made it; a 'real' one which shows me a narrow inflexible but clear direction where it all would end one day. This constant flux of possibilities has got to me. Earlier, i called it my eagerness to survive; but after 1394049305900 of them turning out to be dampeners, i say enough.

But suppose, i become the wow creature; and suppose the world thinks that the sun rises from my ass every morning, then the divine force would say (ofcourse in the dreams, thats how it always happens; i guess because we are too sane to realise about such things when we are awake) 'here you are, now stop complaining'. Well maybe, i would stop complaining....for a month. But then the Indian woman who got dirty with the uncomfortably good looking Italian Plumber on her 1 month holiday, eventually realises she dint quite like the smell of the leaking taps. I start looking for other what ifs; BECAUSE all of these 'what ifs' have different 'thens'. ?.

So here i am, giving air to all these what ifs. The doors are never closed for me. This amazing sea of role plays i indulge in has been allowed by the 2 year life changing, soul cleansing, character building, personality shaping adventure i wrestled to get noticed in. So, i decide to play broker in day light. I humbly accept the the flux as a way of life. Though, I am working on the aspect of showering respect and obeying the Flux god through my actions. That will kill the oxymoron - an Indian guitarist who actually made money.