Those who do not have a boyfriend / girlfriend. Invite them via Facebook

1st person: Facebook always helps people to get ahead.  2nd person: How?

Facebook side-effects 

 1st person: Don't look at me, two stations were supposed to go back ..

 Cheating in social media,

 This incident is happening now.  Somewhere the fake profile is opened, somewhere again the case is based on the fact that the hero is from the real profile.  Somewhere the boys are cheating to get foreign friends.  Satilakshmi, a housewife from Hughli, is falling in love with an Australian young man by cheating on the housekeeper.  Fook-fuck Facebook check in the gap of work.  What is the number of likes of selfies in Chitkana in the evening.  Who gave the comments.  Fill in the box by writing reciprocal comments in response to comments.  Paste the image to make the image heavier.  And when you see a boy, you get attacked.  Many Bengalis still have this whim.  If you don't find anything, you can hang it on the edge of the pond in the sand dunes of the neighborhood.  Or his own garden house, Hensel's cooking position.  There is nothing left out because of this Facebook-Instagram.  The baby barely fell from the mother's womb.  The father went to the hospital bed and took a picture of himself with his son.  At this moment he is cut because his mother has become a swimmer.  The 98-year-old father, who arrived at Sagg's doorstep.  He fell ill and was admitted to the health center.  Everyone in the house wants him to say goodbye.  The boy wants it himself ... but like Facebook,

 Fuck took a picture of his sick father's beard and posted it on Facebook.  Caption Mother's father is seriously ill.  Pray.  Rip Rip Rip Rip wrote half a lakh without reading the caption before he died.  Stupid.  When someone wrote to them with reciprocal comments, he was not dead, he was alive.  By the time the gentleman went to say sorry, he had reached the 'rest in peace', the abode of peace.

Busy of Facebook 

  In your own hands.  I also like the gentleman who created the problem, who gave birth to Facebook.  What a deadly brain.  Sometimes I think Rabindranath used to use Facebook even if he was alive?  In our opinion, did Uni also write the 4th line and sit happily for comments?  Or Ray.  Did he respond to what he was writing on Facebook and Twitter when he got the Oscar?  That being said, this discovery is terribly successful.  Gaeta is swallowing the world with social media.  Pictures of everyone from eating luchi-aluradam in the morning to panties at night.  Even if you don't paste everything, it is being sent to Messenger, Hayats app.  From the picture of wearing lungi to the picture of playing lungi.  From the bathroom to Singapore - everything is in our hands now.  From increasing tension to reducing tension, from frustration to revolution, from extreme sorrow to infinite happiness - the ointment of everything is now all over the walls of Facebook.  All the way to the solution

 It doesn't take anything else.  Smartphone-internet sleep will disappear.  Even if you forget to eat.  Walking, walking to the left, pressing and squeezing, smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling.  On the other side, while listening to the humming-humming song with headphones in both ears, another person came on the bike and started humming.  The two of them fell on both sides of the warehouse.  One's phone rang and Pindi snapped and another's young mind.  This incident will continue.  As long as there is Facebook.

 It is difficult to calculate how much Facebook is giving and taking.  Seven hundred poets are going to the forest just by sitting here and writing poetry.  Rewards, conjunctions are going on.  Various got-up games are going on.  Exclude love-tem.  It is difficult to say when the wife of the car will leave.  The housewife of Midnapore is falling in love with the son of Michigan.  Or suppose a lame man from Laxmikantpur is being beaten up by sending a beautiful messenger from London to Haihala.  No one understands who is where.  First chat-chiti, then a little video, please don't come, I want to see you.  English language also seems to be Bengali then.  Night shift.  Angry.  Separating from each other.  Dedar is also cheating.  And eating the case is still there.

 There is no way to say anything.  What are you talking about?  Many people could not keep pace with the food at night and posted it at noon.  He thought that the whole country was in the throes of his four lines, but the next day the police came to his door.  Seven days non-bailable clause.  Again, this is the day I want the boy's kidney.

 Says the advertisement on Facebook is of a rich doctor-wife.  Dalal-yag from that advertisement.  Absolutely 38 lakh rupees in the name of giving kidneys.  Inviting a foreign girlfriend to the country after falling in love.  He is again bringing a bunch of gifts for his Bengali friend.  Apple's mobile, laptop and many more.  He also sent those pictures.  Jagachha's engineer also got a picture after standing on the beach abroad in a bikini.  The unmarried young man of Viva in that excitement.  He also dreamed of lying in his mind at night.  When he comes to the country, there is a plan to keep him in a hotel.  Girlfriend is coming, coming.  The young man waiting.  Finally his phone.  He was stopped by the excise department at the Delhi airport.  Many product gifts say he brought along.  Now you have to send 6 lakh rupees to his account.  Otherwise do not leave him.  Jagachha's engineer immediately sent him money.  At that moment the money went to net banking.  The phone is off in 5 minutes.  Girlfriend missing.  This case is ongoing.  Again, the famous poet-writer took out a picture of a female fan on Facebook with her teeth out.  Even taking him for a walk or giving him a chance at the event is awkward.  It is difficult to say who is blowing when.  Making a literary group by advertising on Facebook, giving prizes or a festival in the name of Bamgaladesh Bharat Maitri is now a raucous event.  Dhaka Lake of Bengal is coming to Bengal in a group, Lake of Bengal is going to East country.  Ships of rewards and receptions.  Kolkata's Pati Little Magazine was sweating when he saw Dibi go to Dhaka and get the Best Bidushi award.  The one who is a school teacher here becomes a Bachik artist

 You are sitting in Akshan.  Mahasahitya Samman will receive the award at the Canning or Diminharbar event.  The Dhaka poet is posting an advertisement on Facebook saying, "This is the first time West Bengal is awarding me the title of epic poet."  It is as if he is being honored directly by the West Bengal government or the Indian government.  Seeing that, his friends and fans.  A storm of likes and comments from the flyers.  In the same way, the journalists of Battala go there and sit in the seat of the best journalist.  As if there is no other journalist above him in West Bengal.  This is going on.  Win on Facebook.  Defeat on Facebook.  Thousands are looking for survival on Facebook.  Again, the incident of suicide by live video on Facebook.  The timing is getting worse.  I think it's time for all of us to think.  We are getting accustomed to digital every day in compliance with the demands of the time.  As enthusiastic as we are about using social media, but do we have the restraint at all?  I don't know, maybe time will tell.