Click! …and there was light!

I was lying in bed. Fantasizing.
What if I was a billionaire?
Where the hell would I start shoppin’. And all the things came like a rush!

I want ESP Flying V Guitar with ear deafening amps.
I want Digitech GNX4 guitar processor.
I want Lamborghini Gallardo and Porche Caynne in my garage.
I want 10 Mbps internet connection with unlimited download capacity.
I want Angelina Jolie to leave Brad Pitt and come running to me.
I want James Hetfield come at my home and give me guitar classes.
I want Linkin Park to perform every Saturday night in my backyard.
I want [CENSORED]
I want Canon EOS 5D (Mark II)
I want Canon EF-S 10mm-1600mm Image Stabilizing, Ultra Sonic Motors, Super Compact lens.
I want to shoot some unwanted crappy politicians with Magnum sniper rifle.
I want to ban Navjot Singh Sidhu from existence.
I want to buy Buckingham Palace.
I want to sell Buckingham Palace to some other sensible people.
I want to steal things.
I want to write a controversial book. A bestseller.
I want a replica of Millennium Falcon.
I want to make FRIENDS season 11 and so on…
I want Simpsons to be aired till the end of universe, (which is around 22 million years, I think)
I want Ahmedabad to become a good city, and have Rock shows every Sunday.
I want a band, badly.
I want my computer to be upgraded every Friday evenings and Monday mornings to the latest top-notch settings.
I want better house than White House, much better.

I want…

After thinking all this, the mind goes further away from its physical presence to calculate possibility of actually having all this.

A few minutes and it comes back with slap on the butt. As an answer.

So here I am… with everything I want.

Every single goddamn thing.

A question, then what?
And so, I open my eyes. *sigh*

“Right now I want 50 bucks so I can got to city and hangout with my friends”

…then?

“I want nothing!”