This is a very strange thing to write about I know, but I felt compelled.

Does anybody know how it feels to not only have a common first but an equally common surname?

In my school, there was a boy in my year. He was my friend because our name {both first and last} were the same right down to the spelling (!) and as a result we were put in the same section for our 14 years at school (starting from std 4).

I don't know, how,you feel like (if you have the misfortune of a common name) calling another with your name, but I feel weired! I keep wondering how the name should be pronounced, what is the correct intonation, after all your name is something that belongs to you but others use it much often than you.

I love my name, don't get me wrong! I love it when they call out my name in prize distribution, as a winner, as a performer. I love it when..........whisper my name in my ears (: M), somehow it sounds perfect. And they say they love the way it rolls off his tongue, how would I not like my name! ( But he think he calls out to one of the other of my namesakes in the same way!!!)

But my patience runs short when I can never make an E-Mail account with my own name without adding 28994272628.......!!! Like I am the millionth sample or something!

Anyway, at the end of the day, after all grumbling and mumbling, I still love my name, after all it is my name..............
--pK

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After five days of insomnia, I felt giddy. Now I am recuperating at my home and trying to end my boredom with my gibberish blog. Well, this tym my mind was in ruckus for finding the answer of who is my lucky mascot? From the past six month my luck is favouring so much so that I thought to pin it down on my blogpage.

19th July '09: My counselling for WBJEE. I got a seat in mechanical engineering in Bengal Institute of Technology and Management at Shantinekatan. My head got dizzy!! What to do, sud I take admission or leave that college grading as average? I mustered and took admission. By luck that institute immersed as one of the best in West Bengal {going to become deemed in this february}.

August '09: I was co-erced by my college fraternity for writing speech, essay and article for Indian society of technological education {ISTE-Chapter} and luckly I immersed as best in that field.

     Where ever I go, what ever I do, I find myself at a good situation and position. My friend engendered the reason for that as I am lucky person. Although my above cited reason appers spuriously on my part but I don't know how it is happening. God tussi great ho yaar!! There are lot left un-scribbled. Who is my lucky mascot......my pen....my dream....my x-gf.....my new friend-the haves,....the teacher...or my hard work and determination. I think it is......f. Sorry I don't want to scribble the name.....but its true. I give all the credit of my success to.......
Thank you my friend...

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I was samshed by those brat of my college fraternity. They call me a reticent boy. Do you want to know the reason, why they call me a reticent boy? Because they think that I have the question paper with me. And what I do, I simply give a evasive answer leaving them mulling them over my replys. Ha!! Ha!! Ha!!
They dont know that its my X-factor which make me different from them. Approx. they will wheedle out of telling the question but they will not study. They will empty their wallet talking to their girlfriend but they will not buy their books. On study leave, they will watch porn but in night before the exam they will cajole. They will talk about the beau-monde but they will not try to make them come true in their life. They will get infactuated with your english accent, but they will not try to develop such skill in themself. They will talk about the abject penury lying in the Indian society, but they will not offer their hands in reducing that. Yes! I do belive that nobody is perfect in this world but at least one can try to be so. I, myself dont know which type of stuff I am using at present jiffy, but at least I am trying to revolve around the word "perfection" in the field of English.

Anyway, thats' not my matter what other do with their techie and stuff but I feel great sorry for them who are only wasting the remittance of their father.
bonne nuit
-pK {praveen kumar}

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Everybody has some reason to talk, to write, to narrate anything. But for me it is of no use. Infact I don't know what I am talking or what I am writing. I only know that life has dumped me and I decided to walk solitude. For other's I am no more other than a stooge. I know the reason, why my life seems to be blighted. May be the answer is, I am not in the position to overcome from those poignant memories of my chum. Even though I have heard that I keep on yaking on my blogpage but for them I will only say, I was in complete dilemma between my life and my one of the chum. I need few more days/weeks/months to come out from paronia.

So guys,
This month has its own importance. For B-Tech student, december is hell. god-damn who created this judgement system. Almost I was completely ruined in december. First, in this very month I inflicted one of my friend to have a upper-relation with me and second I was grieving for those relation which was not true in any circumstances. Now let me hope once again that I will become zealot person. my dream, my ambition, my future company is calling me. Every night I hear the sound, the sound to bell the CAT, the CAT, key for my industries. So boss, you have to leave all those dud fantasy. All are meant for those who know how to talk bootyliciously. Your company is running all time low and the share of your english market is about to die. So come back boss. Once again come back in the forth coming industries i:e Vishwakarma Group of Industries. My new year resolution goes to prep, not only prep but serious preparation to bell the CAT. This new year will bring hope, new enthusiasm to end my prosaic life because.....
    every cloud has a silver lining.
I will change the old adage: absence makes the heart grow fonder,
now my new proverb will be: presence makes the heart grow fonder only.

So with a firm hope to shrug off my emptiness and to share a platonic relationship with all my chum, here is your Praveen back in the world of reality, in the world to rock the corporate sector and to furbish his dream of opening his own company. Wish you a happy new year to you all.
-pK

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Life sucked. God knows when we will get rid off with these bloody studies. Tomorrow is our Mechanical Engineering paper and what the fuck I am creating on my webpage. I have suffered from insomnia from the last 5 days only because of these fleshy B-Tech exams. Till 12th STD I never used to study after 9pm but today I never sleep before 4am. Studies have ruined we all's life. Minds are oscillating within the formula's of mathematics and of mechanics and heart is resonating in the golden days of retrospect. Sometimes I think to sub-orn with those question setter but every time I fear of being pariah. So only one hope STUDY.......fighting to become 8 pointer..........hope continues to get that....................it will be ruined tomorrow. Rooms are cluttered with too many bulky books and I am the cynosure among them. Exams has made me a complete mechanical man............Giving a bash to each and every question..........will be back soon.
ciaos,
-pK.

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He amused me. He has not taken any booze and neither he is dolt bloke. But he is the topper in the field of BC [back ch**di]. I happened to listen his BC one late night. He is scion of his family and he is famous for clobbering in the field of BC. esp among girls. Let me brivity with my prolix. He was busy on his cell talking to his girlfriend. He was talking to his girlfriend and I was attacked with paranoia.
Discussing topic was the colour of Mehandi- symbol of love among the girls for their so called "baakra hubby". He was hoaxing his girlfriend and trying to dupe her with his BC. Such a great dolt. He was trying to ante up his bootylicious talk along with his BC. Yes! He has the ability to panache when his BC is out of control. Such a great doofus he is!! He will not brab and he will not jab others with BC.
Actually he is not completely responsible for that. It's our, what you say, Reliance, Tata Docomo, Aircel or other sundry in this field which has pared down their call rates. They have pared down thier call rates which resulted in the thriving of the users esp. the techno's dedicated to their so called B-Tech degree in their girlfriend matter. For that guy, he is doing his B-Tech degree not in mechanical engineering but in BC. If you have antsy mind, he will surely abduct it with his BC. So be careful he is on Orkut. He is DON among all BC fraternity.

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PS: He is award winner in the field of BC. He is our MR. AZHAR {our mechanical fraternity}.

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It's already 3 months (approx) since I forayed in cyber world, a world from where you can make a platform of success or play a gimmick on orkut or facebook to have a good friend. Surely this world on net is seductive and from where you can laud on websites like twitter or blogspot for your thought. Anyway I know that my dismal post is nudging my friend or compelling her to think for a jiff, what to do with this rum sort of fellow. Your answer is here my dear...
     don't think of others if you think you are write,
     and never mind if that person goes on strike.
     never think that your memories are erodiable,
     think only that this world is full of fraudester.
     it's better to show your gruff,
     because it will make your memories snuff.
     and one day that guy will show zeast in other,
     your querry ends forever.

Resonating those early days of childhood memories with my friend, my teachers, my colleagues, my book, my junior......pare down my my happiness, my enjoyment, my zeal, my elan. my life on cyber world is completly chaotics compared to my life at chez friend on every alternate days when I was there to do my combined studies with my chum at her chummery.
        My thriving memories to meet my chum,
        don't let me have any fun,
        with every hour and per day sun,
        I can't leave without talking to my chum.
thats all for today's mundane post.
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PS: Miss you all my chum, catch you at the end of this month.
_pK

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Oh! God, why you always sod,
whenever I ask for something you fraud.

I ask for my lurve,
And you put my heart on nerve.

I want to become a good hombre,
but you nudged me to dwell life in somber.

I want to end the abject penury,
you ended my life with complete jury.

Oh! God why you always become sod,
your blessing on me always prod.
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PS: Mr. Blogger is atheism person who blasphemy a lot, but his best friend is thesism, always trying to change his friends brazen mind and feelings.

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Well, after such a long time I am back on my blog page. Two reasons for my absentee from my blogpage. One, I was busy preparing for my sem exam and ,Two, I was in complete dilemma with one of my relatives better to be called as fuddy-duddy rather to pretend being etiqutte. The past one month has bugged me a lot. May be the abject reason for that goes to my studies.....my relatives....my friends... who created a complete turmoil for me. Thank to god!! I tackled them bravely. Everything is fine now, except that esoteric emotions that arises in my heart occasionally and causes vagary in my mood. Really...it nudged me a lot. Please...come back...please god don't impound her from me.....I like her...I ...her. Allow me to woo for her. I need her. Anyway these 6 letter word is so beautifully carved from the god that if you drink a handful of water from the fountain of friendship, you will feel exuberance. Thank god for making suck a wonderful creation. And I penance for one of my wrong thought which I scribbled  in my last post, masqurades of my friendship with...... she is same, the best friend of mine. Alass!! Our friendship is safe. Really I am such a doofus who doesnot mull over anything before scribbling it on my blogpage. And also I am easily infactuated towards beau monde. Thanks a lot to you my beloved friend for guiding me at every step. You hold me when I need it. Thank you, my dear. And I promise to all ny friends, my accolytes, my friends.... that from next post I will create a benchmark. Mr. Blogger will pension off all those quality which nudged his best friend because..
                      A bad friend complains for his friendship,
                      A good friend will explain for his friendship.
Today I am filling a great exultancy as I let her know directly that I am in .... with her. After such a long time {appx. 8 yrs} I took a bash to let her know my inner most truth. Before that I was chicken out and busy mulling over her reaction but everything is fine. Thank god for listning my prayer. I am in debt....
  My fRiEnD, My FoUnDaTiOn....
ciaos,
sign off
--pK

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Don't impose on me what you know,
I want to explore the unknown.
And be the source of my own discoveries.
let the known be my liberation, not my slavery.
The world of your truth can be my limitation;
your wisdom my negation.
Don't instruct me; let's walk together
let my richness begin where your ends.
Show me so that I can stand
on your shoulders.
Reveal yourself so that I can be something different.
You belive that every human being can love and create.
I understand then, your fear
when I ask you to live according to your wisdom.
You will not know who I am
by listning to yourself.
Don't instruct me; let me be
your failure is that I be identical to you."
I thought here is a connectivity among
your heart even beyond ocean.

--pK

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In this rat race everyone wants to become the rat. Someone try to become a bigger rat and someone content with being a smaller one. I, too, want to become a big rat by cracking IIT but somehow I failed and content with the smaller one. Now I want to become a fish. A fish that want to explore the world. The world, place of wonga, place of satisfaction, place of joy and that's in the realm of IIM. It sounds very rediculous for a small rat to become a fish. But this rat will tell you why he decided to explore the world. Hope you will think that, that this rat is hungry for money but this rat is hungry for lurve. The lurve which has always ached him, the friend which proved a bunch of moron. Especially that friend for whom this rat had skived off his tution to teach her maths. What a great fool this pitty rat was!! After a long quibbling with his room mate rat confessed about the masqurades of her friends friendship and feel very proud to write the name of that rum sort of fellow. Today she is so busy with her schedule that she don't have any time to respond his rat friend. What this pitty rat will do now?? Just he will continue with his humdrum routine, or continue beefing up his false friendship with her. Poor rat, today he is only schlepping and remembring those tittle-tattle with her friend which bugged him a lot. Will this rat will succeed, overcoming over his angst?? Will this rat will ever become fish. Like a fish, who live in water and want to explore the world beyond the ocean. Like all hombre, this rat has got a heart, a benevolent heart in which he preserved the memories of her friend. Rat only want to become fish because this world is only for rich quintile. If you have money, you have happiness, contentment, satisfaction, pleasure, relation and above all friendship. It is the bitter sooth of today's era. Rat promise to God, "he will become fish one day". He will explore the world, the world of masquarades, the world of killjoy.
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PS: I am happy to find out the masqurade of that friend, but too sad at present jiff.
ciaos,
signs off
pK

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PRAVEEN KUMAR.

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What a mundane thought I have encountered for today's post. My candid confession....

• About love: Love must surely reside in gap between desire and fulfillment, in the lack not the contentment. love was the ache, the anticipation, the retreat everything around it but the emotion itself.

pK: wish I cud be so lucky to enjoy the pleasure of love.

• I penance for my hanky-panky with one of my chum in cafe.

pK: I am really sorry....

• I hate English subject because I find it bit fussy to understand.

pK: But I acolade for all those who have got good English power.

• Day Dreaming: I dream to become CEO of company and wish one day I will drive my own BMW.

pK: I can figure nice dream.

• Every morning I wish I cud talk to my friend whom I find bit fussy to understand in past 5 years.

pK: I got less than 5 calls from her in past 5 months.


ciaos
signs off
pK

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I thought… I again thought… then I thought what to write for today. I can’t write on why Kapil Sibble these days flip-flop over IIT matter. Rather I am not a wacko fellow who will write why the word “chiggy-biggy” is very famous between the guys especially 17-21 years. For Kapil Sibble I will say “it’s better to call him JEE HUJUR. Don’t think I honour this word rather I am quoting this word for our great reformer of this decade, published in THE TIMES OF INDIA, mainly in the field of education trying his level best to eradicate higher education among indigent people… what an idea Sir Jee.

But I decided to write today because I thought that I will write. Don’t be angry dude, because I don’t know, today what I will write. Even I don’t have the power to acumen on any topics but I smug when I read my own written crap. I thought, why I write? For whom I write? For what purpose I am writing? Neither have I got such a writing skill by which I can attract any gal nor the power to amend the government’s critics. Then what the rubbish I am creating on this blogs page, guys. Again what a big thought I have encountered today. Anyways what I thought for today need to be reformed and now I thought I will not irritate you with what I thought for today. But before leaving, I thought to give you a work and that “to count how many times I used the word thought on this rubbish trivia”.

But if you have any thought for what I should write then leave a comment.



Bonne nuit,

Signs off

--pK

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I wanna scribble the name of that gal who sent me a scrap on Orkut telling "I have become your fan because you write nice blogs". Her name is Ankita Singh.{you will find that personality in my account}. But I say you Ankita, it really pang me when somebody say I have a good command on English and I write in a nice fashion. If you ask my point on my blog I will say I write filthy blogs full of rubbish stuff. Anyway I write it for myself and I dunno notice what other things.

• Today's newspaper has got nice column, an interesting piece to be read and comment. News related to Matuknath & Juli ! The perfect epitome of love gure of today's era. The same protagonist and an ideal known for the relation between student and teacher. What a love story, getting its end point on honeymoon day. {kya yaar, sale ki to chaal pari}. You guys can catch the crap of that professor at http://matukjuli.blogspot.com/. Really Matuknath ji what an idea you have got. You should be awarded for that bloody crap.
• Jamalpur: my home town, my past time now fully changed. {kya sarak hai, kya street light lagaya hai above all kya development kiya hai}. Yes the first thing you will notice the latest crush of girls mainly teen agers. Jeans very much eager to touch the top, but goes in vain. During evening you will find 80% girls on road in their latest crush. Again what a development sirjee. But I show the same morale that I am very happy to see that development.
• Rakhi Sawant, very famous between Indian youth for its programme on NDTV "Rakhi ka Sawambar". This gal will surely progress as she has got nice brain to choose "coal from diamond". I am sorry Rakhi ji if it bugged you. Now again a blooming star Rahul Mahajan organising the same. Nice sirjee what an idea you have got.

Everybody have a reason to smile.......
...............really what an idea sirjee.............
signs off
---pK

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What I say guy, I dunno know whether I suck your brain or whether I leave you muddling over my crap. Both are dubious as I leave you in muddle state or if I suck your brain. But one thing is sure, you people have got good patience to read my crap. Even though I am getting lots of comment like you are becoming divvy or you now seems to be much grown up but I leave a comment to those people that I am same what I was before, only my way of thinking and expressing has changed. Yes!! don't worry I know that you are now behaving as a gruesome person that what I was before. Anyway today is my birthd'y and its fool if I not wish myself. Happy birthday Praveen, happy birthday.

Now let me focus on one of my weird friend who once promise to be the first to wish me on any occasion whether its my birthday or friendshipday. Wah! It's already about 10pm and no wish from that chum.shayad phursat nahi mila hoga.What a life my chum has got. LIFE @ NIFT, class up 10pm means no time to manage yourself or wanna better to say no time to recognise what you were before that what you are today. But still now I hope and show morale that I will get the wish before 12pm. Lets hope again. jab puri dunia hope pe tiki hai to mai kyu pheche rahu? I think I better show my gruffness to that chum[whose name I don't want to scribble] and better to call her fart then best buddy of mine. Even I think she is moronic sort of fellow who think better to say sorry then to........

Anyways let me hope again,that this chutzpah behaviour of my friend will come to end very soon. Really when I see this it bug me a lot. So lets hope to see your courtesy again that what it used to be in retrospect, kyu ki

    .....kal mere bhi din aayenge--HOPE BABY HOPE........
ciaos
signs off
--pK

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Being condour I say, I have no topics for you guys to write and make you feel exuberant by my spicy column. I am not a writer like Chetan Bhagat rather I am rum sort of fellow who decided to stand against the rebellion. I envy, those people who have got good English power because I even don’t know the first word of English. But my heart also accolade for all those people who have got good command on English language. As a grown up village boys I only learnt how to make translation { only little bit} like ram aam khata hai, shayam bazzar jata hai and all that. I confidently say that I lag behind grammar portion because I find it bit fussy. When I read some article, blogs or magazine it bug me a lot. I wish I cud be literate like a phuchka wala. I am not a flamboyant, swagger or hypocrite type educated person but I prefer to saunter for what I am. Yes!! I know that you are definitely thinking about the term “literate”. How a phuchka wala be literate? But its true, we are only educated but not literate. I will explain this point with a good example but in my next blogs. But I abstained you from choosing between what you are: literate or educated? People think that I am magnanimous sort of fellow always busy to help indigent people. Ya its true guys, I am. Its already 8:30pm and now I am in Jamalpur feeling very drowsy and …….YaaaaaaUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuPppppppppp




Bubyeeeeeeee

Catch you later guys in next blogs
signs off
-pK

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dear guys,
Its really a co-incidence to write my 20th blog to show my ecstasy for the 20th spring which I will turn on this 20th October. I feel pleasure in writing two names whose birthday falls with mine. One the Indian Cricketer Virendra Shewag and other my penchant principal Gladys Michael. Today when I etch my mind for my achievement and failure in past I feel emptiness. If  you ask me about my biggest achievement I will say I got a good friend and if you ask about my failure I will say I lost that chum. I have enjoyed less halycons and more duress. My recent duress really make me feel pity on my relatives who suspected me to be drunk in her daughters engagement. Nevertheless their family knows that their selected guy is an "oaf bigot" and a frequent visitor of a "corousal pub". When I was 8 years old I was shifted to Jamshedpur. My family think that if I go to Jamshedpur then I will get good fraternity and will grow in a good enviroment. But they were wrong. Grandpa, used to devote too much time making my chapter clear to me but I say i gained "itty bitty" from him. I am now a student of mechanical engineering stream and the creadit for this goes to the same chum who asked me,"I would like to see you at the top of every success". My best idyll hols were during our ruritanian excursion to kolkata with our friends and teachers. Now I am adament to bell the CAT and show somebody that yes!! we can also do something. Not being introvert, I feel proud that God has gifted me with a good scence and avuncular heart towards poor and poverty. If ever I achieve my goal of becoming an industrialist, I do challange that I will reduce India's indigence with 50%. I elucidate.

• if you are honest and frank, people may cheat you but be frank anyway.
• if you are kind, people may accuse you of being selfish and having ulterior motives,but be kind anyway.

My past rut me and I don't know whether my future will be full of emptiness or a frolic one. I connote, the only true friend which will prod you through out your life is your past, present and future.

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For the yonks, people think that guys are those quarter of society whose freedom cant be slayed in any field. But I connote, this is wrong. This blog will surely bring all the gals to think for a moment. I, myself, find in bad situation because of cheeky comment of my sisters. My colleagues think that I do write a load of crap regarding girls and pay less attention toward other matter happening in the world. But not being novelty, I continue to say regarding why boys feelings are ignited because of girls. I want to elucidate all those points before you.
1. One of my intrepid chum "Sandeep Ranjan" said, "When girls were playing in badminton court, boys were watching them eagerly but when they started playing all girls left the court." WHY??
2. I bought a novel "Mr. and Mrs." by Sherly Jump. I even dont know the stuff of that novel and busy exploiting that, when my didi commented, "You all boys should restrict yourself reading all these stuff". these are all for we all girls.WHY??
3. Pals says,"They have to empty their wallet and accounts for talking to there GF but they receive less calls from them. WHY??
4. Whether we guys travel in bus, train, flight we do find a seat beside a girl but the reverse is not true. WHY??
5. Boys wink after seeing girls but girls doesnot wink after seeing boys generally. WHY??

Don't be astound because there are lot, left unwrote. Though I have got a good mettle power but I request, do response all the question and send your answer on my orkut account.
--pK

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         You tossed a blanket from the bed,
         You lay upon your back, and waited;
         You dozed and watched the night revealing
         The thousand sordid images.
Yes! This is the condition of our village from where I hail. There is a family beside my house whose daughter used to stand in front of my compound and bow to the wind till her buffet goes down,. Her father never used to go for any earning and her mother earn her livelyhood by cleaning utensils in the neighbour. Both her brother is budding as a good "omelette maker" and supporting their family financial need inspite of shaping their future. Un-Intentionally I asked to that girl, "What is your aim and what you want to become in future". She replied "I would like to become like you in future and will try to earn lots and lots of money so that i can kick-off this poverty and tears of hunger." I continued to be non-chalent at that situation and asked "Why you don't go to school daily"? Again her reply touched my heart. She told, "My father has no money to send me to school, the school are made only for "well-off" quintile and not for we all"
Returning back to Kolkata I once again saw that sordid images in the general compartment of "JAMALPUR HOWRAH EXPRESS". Meanwhile I made a call to one of my friend to reduce my feelings. I asked her to address me as "Praveen" and not as "Praveen bhaiya". Qite obvious she asked me why? But I don't want to let her know the pros and cons of my situation. Getting into the Engineering college doesn't mean that I am big enough or I am the honcho of my friend circle! I always tried from my side to give euphoria in all field to all my friend but my bizarre life has kaput all my feelings. Today I really need someone whose soft encouragement, gentle touch and austere feelings can boost me to that level from where I can help all the poor and needy financially. I lament to say to that girl, "I can't jilt my feelings for you, even though I have been trying for yonks to do that"
         "The sea of faith
          was once, too,at the full, and round the earth's shore
          but now i can only hear
          its melancholy, long withdrawing roar,
          retreating to the breath.
          of the night-wind down the vast edges drear
          and the naked shingles of the world!"
--pK {Mech. Engg.}

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Last night I was trudging on the road thinking about my future and my……..

The roar of loud-speaker and the enchanting of mantras were clear to my ear and to all. But no body has ever thought about that poor quintile that is jeopardizing on this earth. The whittling down of the jobs from the global market and the rush to get the lush green comfy house and many more has changed the India as well as world figure. Today we say that India is progressing in the entire sphere and in all aspect. But for me the Indian progress seem to “coarctate” in the hands of the politicians. Festivals are knocking at the door and “well-off” quintile is in full zeal to blast their happiness. But does anybody ever think of that poor quintile that is still to make a phone call!! Who haven’t tasted the pleasure to watch the cinema in the A.C Theater!! No body takes trouble to ponder over these severe problem. One side the faculty of I.IT and I.I.M say that they are kept in “sham’. But have they even thought of educating those poor separately which the back-bone of India is!!

In my point of view the Indian government is showing “crass” over here. They are trying to build a better nation with the people who are in extremely good condition from the beginning but giving a blind eye to those who can shape India into a better nation in real terms. The year in retrospect shows that an Indians who are busy to improve their position in “FORBES” rather than to increase the position of nation in development and other arena.

So I request you guys and gals please do distribute the fragrance of your knowledge among all the poor quintile and put your hand towards building the India great and a dream India.

        BE PROUD OF BEING AN INDIAN

---Praveen {mech. Engg.}

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Every day I am getting the same question, “how many girls are their in your mechanical engineering department”. Very difficult for me to make them understand how much I get depressed by replying this answer. Means no girls in our mechanical engineering department. Very sad to tell you guys that when I have not taken admission then I always fascinate to make girl friend in my college life but here also I have to restrict myself with the same feelings but still I am happy to say that I am lucky not to have any girlfriend because girlfriend and the money in your valet are directly proportional. Now I think I will surely succeed in making girlfriend in my MBA discipline course. See this time whether I succeed in making my dream true or not. But one thing is certain guys that if you don’t have any girlfriend in today’s era then you are not complete. It doesn’t matter how big and how high is your qualification. You will be considered as a looser. What can I do at this point? For me and my lexicon is considered I find myself very hard to talk with any girls. I would have surely succeeded in making any GF if their would be any competition to make that so. By the way if any girls who are reading my blogs and want to give the tips regarding this field then please mail me at praveen2010engineer@rediffmail.com ,praveen2010p@sify.com or please contact me at 9330011729. You all can find me on orkut by sending a friend request on praveen2010p@gmail.com. Any way I think that now I will succeeded in this field also because I have never learned to loose on my part.

So guys and gals please guide me to unlock the mystery of girls and their feeling so that I can reply all my friend’s answer up to their satisfaction level. If any of my blogs reader{ only girls and not boys } find themselves to involve in the field of galore fun with ensorcelled pleasure then your search ends here. Come and join me on orkut. I hope that I will not make auction of your feelings and emotion rather I will try to make you happy with all sorts of requirement that you think is necessary for you all gals. I hope that you will not miss this golden opportunity of choosing me as your friend first and then a boyfriend.

So all the gals join me on orkut and taste the real pleasure of flirting and all type of fun.

I restrict all my “ALTER-EGO” for this because I think they are not suitable personally it’s……………. so no need to enclose her name because  she itself know that she cant be so lucky of having me as her boyfriend but still I ……..

You can also search me on orkut by typing PRAVEEN KUMAR, JAMALPUR in the search column and clicking on the icon of a boy and a girl in red. Priority will be given to the professional girls specially entice type and first year. Age should be in limit of 20 years.

Yours loving

Praveen {mechanical engineer}

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It was during that day when we were fast busy in studying for our matriculation exam. Though we were somber because of the farewell and the parting of all our friends and our teachers, but we were very happy because we all friends were going to stay in Patna for 1 month together. We have no plan of doing “masti” there but we have thought to do something extraordinary that will remain cherished through out our life. But the study load seemed to kaput our program. It was also the time of “holi”.

                  The real pleasure of holi started with our girly friend named Sandeep. Oh! I think it will be fool if I not introduce you with all our Michaelied “ALTER-EGO”. Sandeep who is currently doing BBA from Ranchi, my enigmatic friend Mausam who is doing fashion designing from NIFT-GANDHINAGAR, and the robot, named Aditya who is doing BCA from BHAGALPUR UNIVERSITY. My best ALTER-EGO Pankaj who is preparing for IIT this year and one of our friend Shweeta who is encorcelling his married life in her full lust. For rest, I don’t have any information but it will be inhumanity on my part if I not introduce them. Rest is Kanchan, our kali maa, Santoshi, Amit, Praveen [not I], Snigdha- the Katrina of our class, and our famous robot Aditya and remaining need not be mentioned here because…….
                So our mathematics exam was over and all has done fairly well in their paper. My dear robot, who always find himself in extreme bad condition because of we all people, started the main quarrel with Mausam because both were rival of each other and we all always ignite Aditya to do something bad so that we can at least become honcho at that situation. And he used to do so. 
             “Don’t challenge me otherwise I will go directly to principal and will complain about you all ding-bat girl”-said Aditya.
            “Oh! What rubbish you are talking? Complaining to principal need some power at least which you don’t have, so go first and get that boyish character.”—our kali maa commented to reinvigorate us.
Great!!!!
Hmm!
           “Hey lets go down fast and see whether that uncanny robot goes to principle and clear all his rubbish...”-Sandeep
          “Hey why to go down, lets have some fun, leave that guy all alone, he cant see all sitting like this way and talking.”-Mausam commented;
         “But at least we should not avoid him because every body know what he can do if he loose his temper.” I reminded the entire dude;
        Shut up!
          He will not do anything, by the way I have got that divine sword and I can tackle the entire problem like this way sees……..
           That sword was nothing other than a piece of wood which was in the shape of a killer sword. Oh! What are you doing Pankaj? Are you gonna mad! Taking the blanket over your body in this bloody warm whether!! No this is the style of modern ghost and now I am that. Fear!! Got it you all fool!!
             If you are ghost then I am deity Santoshi, got it! See I am showing you how skookum I am! ‘Our Santoshi madam said this to keep the girl vote alive here.
             Hey you all please don’t shout otherwise our principal will show her atrocity here also. Please! Maintain discipline. I warren then to show my importance and be a honcho at that situation!
             Meanwhile I have to go to check the electric problem which our ALTER-EGO has created there. I saw something different. What I saw was sure to create stampede between those 10 students so I thought that I will not loose my sense and I went inside the blanket pretending that I was sleeping at that moment.
            What happened to this boy? Always sleeping—pankaj shouted;
            See our principal is standing in front of the gate please. The curvaceous figure of our principal was not clear in that murky light. So nobody dared to look at the door. How cans principal will be here, she has a bad knee. But as soon as the light was on all were fast sweating because……………..
            Nothing to say, only imagine what has happened there when all the boys and girls were there in front of the madam, busy giving false excuse except me who was fast pretending of sleeping.
 But as madam left the room I got nice thrashing from all, not telling them about the arrival of the madam in the room but what can I say , I continued laughing and blasting the entire situation into a mimicry. This was one of the best moments in my life which I kept it alive in my memory until now and will continue in future….
----Praveen Kumar [mech. Engg]
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Today we have left our friend far apart but the childhood memories are still in our heart. I still remember those early days of St. Michaels High School when all were busy in arranging the Wednesday drill classes. The lunch hour, when there used to be less than 4 Tiffin and 12 hands to share. The trivia work and that altercation talk still rut our feelings but……………………..the time has passes and we are now nostalgic!

The pressure of doing homework and the ethos that were given during our morning assembly are still cherished in our mind which makes our school the best in entire “Jamalpur” region. From my childhood I always refuse to go to school. But the family pressure always compelled me to go to school. I was not a good student because I always refute our faculty member. Really madam!! I am sorry because at that time I always tried to be a honcho and get all type of admiration in my pocket full of galore fun among my friend’s circle and my junior men tee…….

Now it is our farewell day. The same feeling attacked me but at that time the reason was different. This time I don’t want to leave my school and my “ALTER-EGO”. But the “low-key” of our farewell came that time when our principal gave the mobile SMS to us all. Then only I realized the important of education, friend and teachers-- the real GOD.

From the core of my heart I narrate an incidence which will show you that that you think, from childhood and had a soft corner always prove to be the worst for you. She is nobody other than my best Michaelied “ALER-EGO”. Now I think that “ALTER-EGO” is not the word to be used for her rather it will be sensible to use the word “class mate” for her. Anyway now for her I am only a “DING-BAT”. So imagine a situation where you give everything right from the money to your knowledge without expecting anything in return. That’s what I did but I only expected the true friendship from her but here also I think that she failed to give me the simplest thing that she can. Instead of giving the true company she tried her level best to exploit my feelings and my emotions but then also I continued my friendship for her. I never tried to do anything that will hurt her but…………right from the beginning she never let any time vandalizing me. She never tried to understand my feeling and my emotion but now I think that she will understand it in better way when I am not with her.

I only want to say you all guys and gals,” don’t be too attached with anybody that you can’t…………….

Anyway now I prefer to walk in “melancholy opera”. But still my heart will go on for that girl………..

---Praveen {mech. Engg.}

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"Dont be nitwit Praveen, She will not call you!, dont bogged down your study because of B'factor!!--my room mate commented on my reinvigorate scrap. Great guys!!. This is not the way, first a girl telling me that i know you, and then asking for my cell number and then also she will not call me??. This is not fair guys. All this rubbish discusion started when i got the friend request in the most popular networking site "ORKUT". For me it was a Durga Puja bonanza offer when i found that a girl sending a friend request. Nice!! I was appereciating my blogs that created all this difference. To my lexicon it was the start of my love story, starting with orkut and God knows where it will end. For your clearence she was searching his class mate :Praveen" and sent me the request thinking that i was that person. Miracle when i really found her message on my cell screen giving me her cell number. I was out of control and in full excitement to talk to my miss-call girl to overcome my pain and agony and with whom i can share my all feelings and desire. God blessing:she is also from Jamalpur, my home town, my past town. I made a call and continued talking to that girl for 53minutes. What i talked i dont remember, because all my words was coming from my heart and not from my mind. Really guys if you will apply ur heart in any work then you will even dont know wat u r doing. The same happened with me here. God knows:- "pehele hi batoo me kya jadu kar diya'. But once again i dont want to vandalize B** emotions. So its up to u all guys and gals, your wish and your pray will surely be fruitful for me and i will have a techno G.F in my life.
----praveen {mech. engg.}

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One of my friend made me a phone call at 11:45 pm and told me that, "you write nice blogs". He asked me to write some romantic blogs regarding how i will spend  rest of my life with my .............. A snap is here with u.

   It was raining heavily and I, along with a preety nice girl was in my sedan car. The needle of my car show 100..120...123...142...and the wiper was at full speed to remove the intruder rain . The audio system of my "honda city" was like a catalyst to our interest and forcing me to reduce the gap between our body. The song was "zara zara mehekta hai" of R.H.T.D.M. I was fast driving my "city" through the channel of woods which leads to the divergence of two road, out of which one was my destination. My feet was tapping and my hand was at that place from where it was impossible to remove for any guys. Yaa!!  it was her b*****.  This was the effect of the romantic song of R.H.T.D.M.. The grunt of my "city" in that vally was adding a new pleasure  and a promoter to that situation. Though we were famish and I was looking for a motel to get rid off stifle hunger. An incandesent lamp caught my sight and i was happy to see the fumes of hot tea coming out. Ya! it was a motel which i was looking for. A place where i can spend my night to escape from that stormy rain. As i steeped out my car we were caught in rain. Nothing to say only imagine. We have no extra cloth with us to change and have to spend whole night!. I asked for two room but luckly only 1 was availabe. With the peg of  a cup of whisky we both went in the room and.....................................................................................



                                                   IMAGINATION CONTINUES

praveen {mech. engg.}

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When i was in class 1, i never want to go to any school because for me it was the hail. Rather i was facinated towards my paternl aunty because i love to spend my hour sitting in her lap under the shadow of her saree. But unfortunately i never became so lucky to have such a good time with her.

During class 8, i once again got the same feeling but this time she was my friend, my school mate, my class mate, my best mate. We both met in year 2002 but i got the real compny with her in year 2005 when we both were in class 8. She was very beautiful from heart. I dont know why every guy always see the facial beauties of any girl. For me it was nothing. I love the compny and always try to make a place in her heart and a palace in my dream. I was not in love at that time, but i dont know why i always bow down infront of  God to have that girl in my life. As usual once again my bad luck attacked and I came to know that she was in love with a hansome guy. I was shoked to know that and from that day i thought that i will never pray. But her memory continued in mind and i never be able to come out from my first love whom i call dream girl. I never tried to let her know also that i love her so much that i never allowed a single problem to crept in her life.
Today we are far apart.

I was trying to forget her because this was the only way to overcome my pain and agony. But one day i found her giving her contact number.I  was shocked once again but happy on other side to that  now i can at least hear her voice also. I was thinking that i when will make the phone call she will first ask me that "how are you at least?". But when i made the call she once again as usual talked about the lucrative side as if i was dealing a bussiness over here.

God knows when i will become once again normal. Really guys and gays "Love Is Blind" so dont fall in love. If u do so u will only get pain and agony, if u are loving her truly and whole heartdly

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dedicated to my all michaelied friend:

During my childhood i always find myself facinated towards girls. though i was a boy but i lag the boish character { not pertaining to sex} but pertaining to dare to express my feelings to my beloved girl. now a days i am sick when i find no girls in my life. once along the journey of my life i met a girl. i got the chance to clear all my desire and have a girl who completly fit in my arm. though she was eye candy and also arm candy but the real feelings which i have for my dream girl stopped me to have him in my life. in nutshell i was suffering from oedipus complex.

while surfing through orkut profile, i once again met the same girl. let me clear one thing here that i am not so gud in english and neither i can write well, but i will continue my blog with the same till i will not get the perfection. so guys please dont comment that i am writing wrong. i hope that my all friend will support me to get the perfection. my dream girl will { though she is not with me} and word which she had said once to me will be the piller for me to get the success. so guys dont think that i will slay my dream so easily. wait u all will read my new love story soon.

---praveen { mech. engg.}

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once again our seniors were there to slay our freedom. one of the second year bully type attitude but feebling in his conversation was there to have fun with we all toys. imagine wat will happen when a toilet dancer is asked to damce on the rythem of a bathroom singer. and still if anybody laugh then the graph of being ragged will be more high. i was deeply thinking for the topic of my neew blog when i was asked to batting in a figurative scence. for my pleasure i gave a good hit to one of my senior fellow and gave a way to laugh to all my mechanical colleagues. making u all clear that i was not the guy who was asked to dance.

Mayank Raj, the guy who was asked to perform a dance on the rythem of the bathroom singer. Sandeep our mechanical stream pop bathroom singer tuned his song by "PHELE NAJAR ME KAISA JAADU KAAR DIYA". Really "PHELE HI DANCE ME KAISA JAADU KAR DIYA".

Really yaar i have no way to express my feelings that how much i am enjoying my ragging time. for my view i m taking the ragging of our senior fellow rather they.

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