How one gets addicted to abhinav jains blog.

mydayzwithmyself.blogspot.com is popular, probably gets a couple of hundred hits a day... no gimmicks no shit. plain hilarious.

Signs of addiction
-Saying i came first, i came first repeatedly in the comments on the newer posts.
-Saying i came second, i came second dito dito from above.
- Saying i came third, i came third dito dito
I hope you're gettin the drift.
-Leaving comments about the most unrelated topics..and definitely not pertinent to the post..I think theyre hoping to get thier few seconds of limelight on abhinavs commenters club.
-Keep checking his blog for a new post twice a day.
-Check and find a post where abhinav wants ISB students to contact him, be disappointed, read it anyway, and then say 'darn if only i were an ISB student maybe abhinav would want to talk to me'. you with the celebrity status and all, and worse leave a post saying 'sorry yaar me not in ISB but are u trying to get into isb?. dumb fuckers he jus got out of an iim next isb next harvard next ?

Now, how does one get addicted?

There is a boy from IIM
There is a girl
There is pottential for a love story - which is vehemently declined- sunshine vs abhinav
There are funny posts
There is munnu chintu pintu talk reminds u of home
There are good number of chances to laugh at abhinavs experiences at IIM
There is talk about food, dirt, chance occurences, references to select bollywood movies
There are unintentional repeat mentions of certain charecters to make them your imaginary friends (kahlveeeen whereee arrtt thhouu?)

Love it. Live it. Blog it.

Friday nights in the district of columbia, listening to the music from nearby parties, alone at home facing the wrath of a person alone in the us of a. Having eaten bread and dal with hot sauce, pretending it is chutney, leaves nothing much left of a friday night. With roommates out partying and you home alone, leaves you only one choice. Comfort in numbers. Comfort in the number of strangers.

Welcome to the maruthi manivarnan community college

Today we are in the esteemed privilege of the doctor of the biggest hospital in gumidipundi who will inaugurate our sports day event. Today our schools most talented children will run the races and then the girls will do the relay drill and make our indian flag shape and make our great father of the nation proud.

Pam Pam Dum Dum.

Cmon childrens run run.

He is back!


Guess who's back? Back again? He is back, tell a friend.

Guess who's back (4) Tada di ta di ta di ta di ta tada da di ta di ta di ta tadada

Life is wonderful once again.

Wasted


How does it feel to be wasted or pasted? Not that I dont know. Its jus odd that they sound so similar and they dont reflect what the words actually, literally mean.

Lemon.Tea.Water.Soda.

Gripe

Its the right girl with the right swing.
How do we 'not so thin' ie 'plump' ie 'fat' women sit with thier legs crossed on a straight high backed chair without your legs hurting? How come they dont shuffle thier legs as much as I do? How thier legs are closer together than mine when i walk. How come I get a shoe bite if I wear boots and they dont?
How come they bring healthy food in thier zip lock plastic bags? How can they afford starbucks everday? Why do they waste thier time waiting in a starbucks line when they can get thier coffee hotter and cheaper next door? Customer loyalty?

How come they can afford pedi and mani-cures? How come some people are so happy in a country where I cant afford a thing!
GAP is the solution, but what would they say if they heard me say that I cant afford that either?
How come I stay home just so I can spend no money on a movie ticket or something else and try to 'experience' the life. I hate not having enough money. It sucks.

I hate thinking who and how I will pay my next semester fees. I hate watching people come back after shopping with goodies that I cant buy, I dont want to spend on.
I watch youtube. Its free you see.