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Day 2,
        Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!.No,I havent seen any ghostly apparitions or anything of that sort.Noo, I have not had a dream about Mini Mathur(she's crap as much as this blog is) hosting Indian Idol.It is my mother who pinches me n dutifully wakes me up at 8:00 in the morning.God!!! Do u believe it. 8 in the morn.shucks man,for me who has been used to gettin up at, well ummmmmmmmmm.............. , i m ashamed ,at 11 this was tooooo much to bear.Kya karoon yaar!!! Into my 4th year of engg n proj is over.got nothin to do(which is actually the reason for me writin this blog).Grudgingly I get up,felling a sense of nausea as i do so.Was I sick.Think so.anyway i got up feelin that i was lackin discipline n it was all for my better.finishing all my daily morn routine(i dont think i need to elaborate on that) i jus logged on to the net.Opened my blog site n saw

"NO COMMENTS YET".

another promising writer's post gone waste. hey this blog is made public for u to post comments. well i havent had the xperience of marketing my blog.hey bloggers plzzzz suggest some tareeka to sell this crap.ohhhhh am i deviating from the days events.ok coming back to it ,being the sports buff that i am , checked out the fa cup results.manu 4-sot 0.great .at least some good news.i heave a big sigh as my momma call me to fix the motor(wasnt workin or somethin).hey did i tell u i am doin my ece.how the bloddy hell would i know anything about motors n armatures n all the mech stuff.went to repair the motor with the same nauseated feeling.took me half n hour of juggling with the wire n wrestling with the motor i finally fixed it.bravo!!!!!!! bravo!!!!!!!.yeah i did it with the panache of spanish bull fighters.cut .scene shifts to my mother askin me to fix the submeter.meter ,motor oh plzzzzzzzzz for gods sake i m not feeelin well but i decide not to take chances n go to call the plumber .oooooooopss!!!!! the electrician.he says that he wud come in an hour he doesnt come.he still hasnt come.thank u sickness i wll b free frm my fathers rantings at me wen he comes home and finds the work half done.i begin to feeel sicker as every moment passes by. i still find the time and energy to write some s*** abt my day,in a blog which by my estimate will be seen only by me.hey between all this i manage to watch a tamil film(Tamil!!!!!!!! how the bloddy hell is a tamilian writin in a hyd blog,i can hear ppl shoutin for the implementation of G.O 610,no ppl i m not a tamilian ,more in alter post).aaah where was i.yes this tamil movie,chachi 420(in hindi) . man wat a hilarious movie.though i had seen it many times before, it came as a whiff of fresh air seeing it after many days.it has some neat intelligent comedy n not as we get to see  nowadays(loud n harsh) .had a good time (the only ,since i woke up).with cloudy,misty,water eyes i sign off(to the relief of the readers) ,to end another drab n dull borin day of mine.

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