For a Friend- *M*ad *B*izarre *M*orbid *A*sinine *H*ead *E*xpounds *S*enile *H*umor

Its this batch mate of mine, he's a little crazy....
The letters within *s, they add up to form his name
We have been having this world-famous-in-IIM-Indore fight, which is quite silly, actually
See, when you fight, you actually admit that the exchange of words or whatever was a worthwhile exercise..
As in, you give him enough importance to actually bother reacting to his inanity
I don't...seriously
And here I explain why....
He is this spikey-haired finance afficianado, whose state of consciousness rises and fall with the stock market...
Nothing wrong with that, its perfectly normal when you have no interest, no hobby, no pursuit and absolutely no other distraction...
See, some people have been shortchanged by God....God is overworked, you see
He just passed by unnoticed......and landed up here to bug the hell out of perfectly peaceful talented people, of which club I am a bonafide member...!!
He is desperately clinging onto Manan, who is his neighbour and his only source of salvation...
All his music knowledge is derived from Manan's Playlist....all his rudimentary knowledge about everything beyond bulls and bears stems from that source
And ah yes, he has this blog which has like heavy-duty finance stuff...
The problem is, people definitely visit his site ( there are other sad people in the world, he's not alone--------actually he's not at all unique in that way also)....but they soon take the exit sign door quickly when they realize its Greek and Latin written in leisure time of a bored linguistically challenged pretender.
To you, honey....here's to our challenge
And if you answer back, or change your status msg, or make private blogs public....
Like the F*** I Care!!!

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