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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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ONCE AGAIN OUR SENIOR WERE THE

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