art of being absent minded

“uff , where is it?”

“Where did I keep that book?”

“Where the hell is my MBS book?”

Hmm it might be on my computer table... After scanning 5-6 books, I got nothing from table, but the lovely part was I got back my NERO software’s CD (which I was searching since last 2 months…)

Book might be on another book rack and I started doing Herculian task to search a little book under big- big books..

“Hey Gaba, you were asking about EDC-2 book, it is here in my rack…:D.”

And after getting few unhygienic, abusing and illegal words from him, I started my stupid activity once again.

But where is it ?

Oh thank god, I’ve got my mobile purchasing bill from my study table but where the hell is my book?

Some one stole it :O …

But who is interesting to steal a book which is good for nothing…

Then where is the book???

I must watch it in Gabi’s room too…

“Hey Gaba your old notes , which you were looking around since past few days” and then I listened another round of some desi bhasa words which are known as galiya …

Hmm I forget to see it under my bed, but not it is not here… it is even not here …

:O thanks god ji, I’ve got my pen back in such a kangali condition…

But why am I not getting my book :(

Let read this whole thing from some another book and then I sat peacefully on my bed and started turning pages of another book.

I picked up my pillow to make me comfortable and suddenly a glimpse of small book shocked me which was below my pillow… :O yes it is here … muaaaahhhh…. I have got it … I’ve got it ..