What a way to pass a day...

Today I woke up at 6:30 after sleeping only for 4 hrs. Since I had lots to study I had planned only one thing for today,


read for atleast 12 continious hours a day.

But within minutes I realized I was having a headache because of insomnia and that it was a task that would be impossible to achieve atleast today. Not only that but also I never  have  read for such a long period of time in my entire life. So it is quite obvious that my day dreaming has started today as soon as I woke up.



My day went on like this..

 I knew I had to open the book that very moment to get the planned task done but my laziness took toll on me. I decided to open the book after brk fast cuz I thought If i touched the book then I wouldn't be able to read continuously for 12 hours. Also I thought I needed some energy thru brkfast to show that kind of perseverance.I readily prepared myself to have a brk fast.


U might ask If I touched a book after the brk fast, atleast?



The answer is no...

Again laziness..


I thought I'd entertain myself and get a cheerful mind by watching some TV cuz Ia m going to

 read for atleast 12 continious hours a day,

 I watched some TV till 11:30 Am.. not a single entertaingin programme. just played with all channels. Very soon I realised my headache intensified but i still remained persistant(atleast pretended).



Again after 11:30 am, u might ask, did I touch the book?


No i did not.. I thought its already afternoon so better have a lunch and then start.. I am going to read for 12 continous hpours afterall.. I need some good energy before I could get started, So


I cooked food with my lazy room mate and finshed with lunch by 2 pm..


Did I started reading aftr tht?


Luckily I did.. I opened the book and read for 1 hr.. After that I got a crazy idea of writing this blog and wasted 2 hours in deciding the title of the bolg and justifying its purpose in my life which is to critque my behaviour and put pressure on myself to do things that I really wanted to... like now at this very moment I really want to,

To read for atleast 12 continious hours a day,

but wait what the hell I am doing???...


After writing all this crap I understood how pathetically I am living my life and after knowing that my headache got itensified.,, I now have decided to close my book and chill for this entire evening and decided to have a nice sleep tonight so that I can atleast get up actively tomorrow and read,

To read for atleast 12 continious hours a day.

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Legend of a Loser

I am writing this article on the auspicious occasion marking the loss of my 4th mobile phone. It should not come to you as a surprise since this is not the 1st, 2nd or not even the 3rd but 4th Mobile Phone that I lost. I don’t suspect that there can be a loser more pathetic than me. If you find one please let me know. I will at least feel a bit better for not being the biggest loser I have ever come across.

God gives people a variety of problems to deal with for the rest of their lives; for it was amnesia. All my life, I have been losing all kinds of things from pens to cricket bats, rings to watches, match boxes to suitcases and the list goes on to become pretty big. I have lost a considerable part of my family fortune for the amnesic traits of my dysfunctional brain. My poor mom tried a variety of treatments from feeding me all kinds of nutritious nuts to psychological medication to cure my amnesia but instead they acted on my intestines causing me constant constipation throughout my child hood.

Name any kind of thing that a guy should have with him, the chances are ripe that I might have lost it at some or other point of my life. Size doesn’t matter nor does its importance; I have lost them all with out any prejudice towards a particular item. I also lost all the gals that  I ever loved in my life so far, although it has nothing to do with my amnesia. All this makes me feel I am the Biggest Loser that life can make of someone.

I don’t exactly know how it all started but many rumors are in circulation through out my neighborhood. Of all theories, the one proposed by my mother comes close to being accurate. According to her, once when we were traveling to delhi by train, during one of the amavasya nights which is considered as the darkest of all nights , when there was a thunderous storm which was trembling all the surroundings with lightening for which our train compartment started shaking mysteriously and that too exactly in the middle of the night, everybody heared some loud voice which was caused when I, a boy of 3 yrs old, popped out of the upper berth of the compartment and fell down on the floor, head first, with a loud thud. Every one feared I am dead but luckily I escaped with a mystical memory loss problem that effects both my long term and short term memory alike in uncanny ways. This is far more worse a problem than aamir khan had in Ghazini.  After that, my mom says that my amnesia actually started.

According to her, the very first thing that I started losing, way before I started losing my mobile phones, were my under wears. Every day she used to dress me up in a nice under wear and a pair of knickers on it and leave me in the neighbor hood. I used to come back in the evening with my knickers on but the under wear missing inside, mysteriously. Don’t dare wondering if same is the case now since thankfully I don’t lose them anymore; its mobile phones now.

After that it was the turn of my pens. If all the pens I ever lost during my school days are recovered and arranged in a straight line they’ll circle this planet at least twice. Since I was putting a big hole in my family earnings for buying pens my dad made a deal with the a local pen manufacturing company and brought home a big carton of cheap pens each worth 50 paisa each. Even if I lost 2 pens a day, monthly bill wouldn’t reach Rs. 30 per month. Fortunately that carton lasted almost all my school life. Once they were over I started stealing a pens from my class mates when ever I lost one. Interestingly I observed that stolen items stayed longer with me than the items I brought with my own money. I don’t know the reason but if I find it out someday, you’ll surely read Zabi’s ‘Eternal Law for the Eternity of Items’ gets published somewhere.

In my school life, along with pens I lost lunch boxes, cricket bats, My school bag one time, A titan watch gifted my father( after which he passed an ultimatum that Never shall a watch be placed on my wrist again), innumerable notebooks(including notebooks of other pupils ), Just one shoe when I went swimming in a pond and god knows what. The legend still continues with mobile phones getting sacrificed to my losing appetite.

Following is my mobile bill so far,

1st Mobile: 14,000 INR

2nd Mobile: 14,000 INR (this is the stupidest decision of my life)

3rd Mobile: 7,000 INR

4th Mobile: 1,500 INR

5th Mobile: (yet to come, but I am sure it will go too)

You must be wondering why I am telling you this. I feel incredibly bad when I lose an item and feel like the biggestloser. I have realized that there is no use whatsoever in worrying about the things that got lost. The better thing to do is to have a sense of humor and make others laugh about it. Hope you enjoyed. You’ll hear from me again, when I am to lose one more mobile phone which I am sure will happen soon if you all keep faith in me. Till the bye bye. Take care, shabbkhair.

P.S: By the way, If any one wants to sell me a 2nd,3rd,4th........e.t.c hand mobile phone below 100 bucks, please leave your contact details in the comment box in this blog..(No warranty is required)

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