R___N has just woken up. He had a a couple of eggs while grogily planing out the day fr himself(an extremely ambitious one that too). After breakfast, He is supposed complete his assignment, but He 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 scrap? A new something? This urge surpasses his already weak will-power(which is known to have betrayed him to such an extent that He ate up full boxes of belgian chocolate(yumm…) at a go on many occasions till date) and he is on his way to the pc. he may spend only 10 mins online, but he simply has to do it.

2 pm.......

R___N has had his lunch. He should be preparing for his classes in the evening. Yet, strangely enough, he finds himself drawn to the pc the way iron filings are drawn to a magnet. he tries to resist. he takes his books to the other room. Somehow, he starts feeling so thirsty that he absolutely must get up and go to the pc room, the room where his bottles are also present. However, in a bizarre(?) turn of events he takes a detour to the pc even before he has reached the bottles. PC switched on. Net working. R__N has given in. Again. SMS from friend arrives.

“Hey, what r u doin?”

“Er… Iam online. Sorrryyyy :(”

A surge of guilt takes over. R___N promises to blog about this in the hope of alleviating his angst and guilt for being unable to control his whims.

9.15pm.......

R___N has returned from his classes. This is normally the time when he can do all his fun-things without feeling guilty since 9-10pm is his destress time. he blogs about his addiction. His inability to work untill he has a shot of mail-checking, blog-reading, and other net-related things.

he 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.