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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