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Leaving on a jetsea plane. In front of Mount Wellington, Hobart. December 2012.

Theme Thursday today and it's all about the IMAGINATION.

You know, IMAGINATION. Flying pigs. Alien abductions. Reward for merit. That kind of thing.

Like this plane.

Chartered by an "Ashok Kumar" out of the city of Kanpur in Uttar Pradesh, the plane was loaded with a collection cheap plaster statutes of the oft-overlook Saint Chrysogonus. Naturally, people viewed Kumar's actions with suspicion. After all, what would the son of an impoverished street poori-sabji seller be doing shipping religious knick knacks at the arse end of the world?

Despite what you might think, Ashok's motives were pure. Well, pure in the sense that love, lust and the desire to disrobe in front of the extraordinarily beautiful and nubile young seamstress from next door is an entirely reasonable motivating force in the life of any young man.

Obviously, you need to shift an awful lot of curried treats to purchase the kind of car, watch and mobile phone combination capable of turning the eye of the loveliest lass in all of the entire northern province. Too much. So when a couple of well groomed street toughs offer you a chance to turn a tidy profit through the process of accompanying a couple of gross icons of the man martyred in Aquileia during the Persecution of Diocletian, Ashok knew what he had to do.

All you need is a bit of motivation, and a little IMAGINATION.
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Pratibha said…
i really like this. fun !
7 December 2012 at 06:47
Mrsupole said…
Hi Kris,

Yes, love, lust, desire, and disrobing are really what is so important in the life of all young lovers. And the motivation that comes from one's imagination to achieve these goals can truly accomplish a lot. I wonder if he was embarrassed to be found out. Too funny!!

Happy Theme Thursday and have a motivated weekend.

God bless.
7 December 2012 at 16:43
A Cuban In London said…
Flying pigs? I'm with you! :-) Loved the post.

Greetings from London.
9 December 2012 at 07:45
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