The Wingman

The lives we live are not always our own, the dreams that come true sometimes has always a special someone to see them through. They back seat drive our journeys to destinations far and frontiers unknown. They push you hard to achieve what they could not or cannot. Preparing you for the hot seat and knowingly shying away from taking a shot at it. Micro-managing your essentials while you ready yourself for the big day.

Now that the winter is over, Sunny days and Leone wishes should auto erase themselves from the wish kart. Not many are lucky enough to be in a land where you can enjoy the Bright spot. Some of us land in tight spot between bright and blinding and its’ nothing close to the comforting 50 shades of Grey where you can hide without catching anybody’s eye.

Life stands in contrast to the weather and the tight spot that it gives us  moves in perfect sync with the bright spot and is called the Shadow spot. And this shadow spot harbors our biggest ally, the often forgotten Wingman. Forget bright spot, they don’t even see the light of the day.

  

Driving through the maze of options and opportunities is in itself a huge challenge and often people encounter the inability to focus on the target lying in front of them. A constant fear of being attacked from the rear occupies their mind. Given the multi-front battles we fight in our lives, the role of a wingman gains greater importance in our lives. What’s sad is that this shadow species is seen only in the light of the Top-gun it flies with. And it does not end at that, the association with a top-gun mostly ends in likening the Wingman to an Under-dog.

May be the wingman deserves what he gets and nothing more, may be this is why he is the wingman. What we certainly forget to look at and fail to find out is the reason why he chooses to be the wingman while there might be other options. While its’ subjective whether the wingman is flight worthy what needs to be taken in account is that the wingman’s story is that of desire, a desire to be up with the clouds because being a Top-gun is not what it takes. The jets are numbered and ambitions countless.

  

Being the wingman is open to vagaries of taking the first step towards contentment and the sentinel of achievement at the same time. It is these who keep the world going. All of us have one and we are somebody’s, Wingman, the shy strategist who silently plans coups to anoint the princes. And when the change of guard is trouble-freely under control, the Wingman skips out from the coronation ceremony because there are Top-gun aspirant too many and only a few Wingman!!