I forgot to put a Title to this post. Neverthless its not that boring

Some times in life out of sheer boredom and laziness, you would one day find your mind crawling across the most absurdly non important worthless things which can only be made use of in a forwarded mail (the ones which see the trash before they see the inbox)..
As embarrassing as it feels, I have reached that pitiful stage today. So like I said… my mind also went cascading into the nonsense’s, which are currently driving my highly energetic, exuberant and enviable life.

I was channel surfing (ahem ahem) and stopped on an ekta kapoor accident (yes, those Kserrialss)… started thinking… how can a bloody letter denote the success of such huge empire (blunder). I wish the brain had immediately stopped functioning… and soon I had the stark realization..

M.

Yes M.

My Life is stuck (driven) with M.

Me. Everything is Me, Me is everything.

Materialism. Apna sapna Money Money Money.

Maid. She’s the one I see first thing in morning, she’s the one who I have to run after like I m in love with her or something, she is the one who leaves us every third day, she is the one me and my roommate discuss 4 and ½ of the 5 minutes we spend together.

Malls. I would like to propose here that ‘weekends’ from now on should be re-named ‘mallends’. Cause the week these days seem to end at the mall. No matter how much I hate it, No matter how much I curse it, No matter how much I crib about it… on weekends I m found at Malls.

Mobile. Mere jeene ka sahara.


MC BC. No surprises here, one thing every fresh outta college bloke has to live with is, MC BC. If you don’t say it, you have to hear it (every waking moment, and most importantly talli moments). The analogy is simple, MC BC is like cigarette, If you are not an active smoker, you are a passive one for sure.


MBA. The ones who have done it would relate to my sentiments. ‘Ye sab karne ke liye humne MBA kiya tha!?!!’ Once you are an MBA, you perpetually live with ‘Mujhe Bahut Aata’ hai syndrome. Hard to let go.

And last but never the least..

Maiiii-ridgeeee. I have never felt so helpless on being born an Indian. Meri Maa Meri MAIIIRiDGEEE karwa kar hi Manegi!

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