Saturday, November 7, 2009

Name:Pratik Prasenjit
Nick:PP
Relationship status:Single
Age:18
currently persuing Btech at the Gandhi Engineering COllege...
Bali jatra at cuttack.Merri-go-round..


snapped by Pratik Prasenjit

Friday, November 6, 2009

Once,there was this guy.He fell in love with a girl.She wasnt the most beautiful,but for him,she was everything..
His friends asked him"why do you love her so much,if u dont even know,whether she loves you or not".
One day the boy went to the girl and proposed her.But the girl refused and walked away.She already knew that this guy loves her..

After the girl's denial,the guy's friends thought that,he will be frustrated.He will take alcohol,drugs etc.But to their surprise,the boy didnt do anything as such.

When his friends came to him and asked him about this fact,he said,
"Why should i be sad?I lost the one who never loved me..But she lost the one,who always loved and cared for her."



So being in love is nt a crime.Human being has thirst for love.Wherever he finds love,he gets attracted.But,being in love and not realising your real goal and ambition is a crime.


Now,that guy is single and he is enjoying the most happiest days of his life.He gets involved with his friends and family,whom he once neglected.But still,there is hardly any time,when the boy boy forgets her.He doesnt know,what life has for him in his fate,But certainly he learnt a lesson.


Love is not necessarily be with opposite sex.It can be with any object,parents,your talent and most importantly with yoursef.Before any one loves opposite sex,one should learn to love himself/herself.



Now that boy wishes to succeed in his life.Not only in academics but also to reach his true goal "Music"..
"That boy had never thought that love would take him to such a situation thathe will forget his prime goal"Although,it his love that made him realise about his goal,his real talent.MUSIC..


It was that girl,that made him explore the darkest mysteries of music within him.

I slept and dreamt that life is beauty.I woke up and saw that life is duty,
Love is all about making sacrifices.However ,it doesnt mean that if you will sacrifice everything for your love,you will get your love in return..
However this may be possible that you would have sacrificed everything and atlast,you will see that ,you would have sacrificed your love for something or someone else..



LOVE HURTS!!!!!neva fall in love......


signing off:
Pratik Prasenjit

Friday, June 12, 2009

I dont want to die

I don't want to die
not because,i am coward
but because,i want my friends and parents
who have always been helpful
and shown me the way forward....


I don't want to die
because,i want my teachers
who have always been cooperative
not just human creatures,
rather very much imperative


I don't want to die
because i want my school
where i did spend my childhood
and gathered memories splendidly good


Perhaps,it is an optimistic urge
To God giving such cause
But even though i leave,
I will urge to have with my companions,
I get a life to live.....

Farewell at DAV,Puri

The days in my school were most exuberant
it is such a truth,which no one can recant
The day i stepped in to its viscinity,
it seemed me unknown.
I thought it a place of insipidity,
But soon did i realise,
its a place for friends and fun

These ten years
all passed like a moment
But they never made me feel despondent.
Now it is the time for the predicament,
without my teacher's consent.


My school is not only a school,
rather is a temple of tranquility
and the teachers being my idols,
as a whole,it is a sign of sanctity.

My mates were nt only my friends.
They were rather a ship,
in the ocean of fiends.
Roses are red,even though leaves shed,
take it granted my dear friend,
We are friend till we are dead.

The red building
which is the epitome of our mind moulding
and is poised to mould even more.
I would like to ask God,
can i step here,once more.


Its serene ambience
and robust fence...
they provided us a foundation.
for the building of our nation..
Hats off to this building
besides all the zests and tribulation......