Lifestyle of the poor and the "in"famous

This is one more time i am writing some random shit. Maybe would end up reading it myself only. This is about the struggle of me as a person being the "Poor" and the safely used word, "in" famous. Obviously i took the quote out of a song by some random band who's name i can't pronounce or write properly (primarily i am gauging my habit of amnesia right now).Ahh!! I just googled, the band is Good Charlotte.

My day begins as me waking up at 6:55 Am and getting ready to be at Sony world by 7:30 Am, somehow tiding myself with soap and detergent with a hair that i would comb only once in the whole day. I would laugh my ass off more time during my work with all the drama surrounding me (sarcastic huh!) and then would come back home by usually the 7:30 PM bus. Ohh...What a home coming...I have to do the dishes that i ate on the last day. Tiring??? Not at all. By the time i ll complete this, it would already be 9:00 PM. I ll be telling myself at this time , " Do i need to eat tonite, ya aaj ka meal skip mar dun...Waise bhi i am now 76 Kgs". Something inside would tell me, "Nahi beta kha le"... I would push myself to the kitchen..Randomly cook something to eat and by the time i ll finish this things...I ll find Abhishek on gtalk..pinging me .... "Kya kar raha hai be...mar gaya kya?"...Ahh!! I ll stumble to my comp and its already 10:30 PM. Then i would take my guitar...pluck it and think when this misery would end. Ye sochte hi neend aa jati hai...and i pass off.

This is the daily routine. I plan and think about breaking this Jinx daily...I ll call up Sauvik and bug him with my sad story...Tell him that i have no affection in life and bla bla...And then i ll even tell myself...The misery just continues for the next 23 years!!