You know you are hopelessly jobless when...

Your first meal of the day is a late (very) lunch.

The previous evening's saans-bahu reruns are the only thing on TV.

There is a sunk-in shape in the sofa where u were sitting for 7 hours straight. Even jelly sets in 2!

The maid is shocked to see you at home. Again. Today also.

Evening chai is accompanied by biscuits, farsan, bhel and another cup of chai.

You know the precise time the milkman, dhobi, and eggwalla will ring the doorbell.

When mum gets irritated and asks you to do some house work. You just dust the area around a 2ft distance of you.

Plans to start meeting friends begin at 7 p.m.

You are out of the house at 7:30 p.m.

Your watchman makes eyes at you for leaving home at this time.

You start collecting and watching any American series - Lost, HIMYM, Lie to me, Bones...

Friends who have these series are kept on a pedestal.

You try out different places for dinner - rekdi chinis, roadside tandoori, the sigdiwalla, aanda pulao, pau bhajji, dosawalla and sandwichwalla.

You start a blog called Bawi Batasha.