7.30 am......
Net-addict(NA) has just woken up. She had a glass of juice while charting out a mental schedule for herself (an extremely ambitious one that too). After having juice, she is supposed to do her homework, but she feels this inexplicable, incredibly strong urge to rush to the pc, switch it on and surf away to glory. What if there is a new mail? A new comment? A new something? This urge surpasses her already weak will-power(which is known to have betrayed her to such an extent that she ate up full boxes of belgian chocolate(yumm…) at a go on many occasions till date) and she is on her way to the pc. She may spend only 10 mins online, but she simply has to do it.
2 pm.......
NA has had her lunch. She should be preparing for her classes in the evening. Yet, strangely enough, she finds herself drawn to the pc the way iron filings are drawn to a magnet. She tries to resist. She takes her books to the other room. Somehow, she starts feeling so thirsty that she absolutely must get up and go to the pc room, the room where her bottles are also present. However, in a bizarre(?) turn of events she takes a detour to the pc even before she has reached the bottles. PC switched on. Net working. NA has given in. Again. SMS from friend arrives.
“Hey, what r u doin?”
“Er… Iam online. Sorrryyyy :(”
A surge of guilt takes over. NA promises to blog about this in the hope of alleviating her angst and guilt for being unable to control her whims.
9.15pm.......
NA has returned from her classes. This is normally the time when she can do all her fun-things without feeling guilty since 9-10pm is her destress time. She blogs about her addiction. Her inability to work untill she has a shot of mail-checking, blog-reading, and other net-related things.
She thinks, probably no one has even got an idea that behind that ‘normal’ exterior, there lies a hidden, dangerous, compulsive, wicked net-addict. A net-addict who wants to be normal.
8 comments:
hehe..
ok.. 5.00 am ths chap wakes up so that he can start his studies by 5.30 since its compulsory for his mind 2 spend at least 30 min online on wakin up.. so hez made thngs simple for himself.. he sleeps in such a position that the moment he opens his eyes.. the two things he does simultaneously are switch off the irritating alarm and switch on the the electric button which starts the pc... so that not a single second is wasted outta those 30 min.. then 5.30 sharp he collects his books n steps outta his room 2 study.. and guess where.. the kitchen!! reason.. thats the room 2nd farthest from the pc (the farthest is occupied by his parents.. *thankfully.. since the sound heavy typing at 2 am doesnt reach them then* :P)
then the chap plans to study for min 2 hrs.. but then just once.. he HAS 2 check whether his new-found sis has left a mail! then if theres no mail he runs back 2 study.. else he feels it an obligation to type in an immediate reply.. lest he forgets to do that in sometime.. duh! like that can ever happen!
then after two hrs of heavy stuydin hez freed himself from all the responsibilities of this world n rest of the day he stays glued to the screen with no one 2 disturb him! this show only ends whn his eyes just cant take it anymore and he HAS 2 collapse on his bed! :S
gawd!! do u even sleep?? lol!well, sleeoping is my other addiction.. i guess i'll have to write about my chocoholism too...
im hooked to the net too.i feel far more comfy floating and tumbling in cyberspace than walking on terra firma.
@bhargav- thats why they say birds of a feather flock together!
he he yeah...i get ur point...long live cyberspace and glory to its magnificient denizens...do i rock with rhetoric or what??
lolz.. i was addicted but im dam gud r leavin stuff ya.. kinda find it fun 2 get addicted n den leave!
come on sneha try leavin da net 4 2-3 days.. 1sy day will b horrible.. but 2nd n 3rd ull hav fun really ...try na once!
@raghu- arre, i don't have to 'try' to leave it. my ISP is so erratic that at times my doesn't 'come' for 2-3 days. so there!! lol.. purpose solved!
er.. i meant my *net* doesn't 'come'...
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