Tuesday, December 9, 2008


"Do u have girlfriend?""Wat do u think?Is it possible for me to have one?""hmmmm.....No""why?""u r not that type?""Which type?".No i don't ask the last question coz i know which type.predictably someone who suddenly felt an urge and forcibly kissed the lady standing next to him at the bus stop or type can stand for a bunch of romantic roadside romeos.mostly i belong to the type titled "A bunch of unromantic bookworms" who according to the public ,doesn't know exactly "wat life is all about?".Every time when people assume i am innocent, i don't feel happy.they just meant that i am not that murderer who ruthlessly shot 10 people including a chubby little kid of 3 in montenegro.I get so many adjectives these days.even people in the streets know wat kind of man i am.I have got so many files named "How mithun think and act?" or "After all wat is mithun all about?"If there is only one person on earth who take maximum time to fill about myself column of my orkut profile,we can assume that this guy's name is mithun.he has typical indian complexion.he is 5.7(he is 1mm short of it.but if u think of distance between earth and sun u won't mind adding 1 mm to mithun's height).U can easily recognise him in a crowd.if there is one person who leaves a thought across ur mind that reads "Isn't that he is shaking his head toomuch?",he must unmistakably be this guy.If u find him plz tell him that it is natural that people get bored with orkutians,but being 25 which by itself is a dangerous time of a person's life,he should inform them wat is happening in his life these days?He should be also asked to give answers to those "remember password- yahoo questions"like "wat kind of dress he first wore to his kindergarten?""did he make a fuss on the first day of his school?"etc,so that somemore guys can finish writing the above mentioned files.

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