Professional dreaming

If i fall asleep tonight, i’d love to wake up as Lionel Messi. Minus the hamstring injury though. Yes, a bit taller. That’s it. Perfect. On a second thought, i won’t mind waking up as any other footballer who is plying his trade in top-flight European football clubs. Unlike cricketers, 10 out of 10 footballers are fit and in the best of shape. And did i mention the kind of money they make? Well, it’s in crores, not lacs. This info is enticing enough. Of course, you’re expected to perform every time you hit the field. But then which job doesn’t expect you to do the same? On the perkier side, does your current job allow you to pretend as if you are a kid and turn up at your workplace in shorts? Or do complete strangers (fans, by the way) chant your name while you’re busy typing out an e-mail? The answer to the last two questions is a firm no. Also the reason why i want to wake up beside Antonella Roccuzzo tomorrow morning.