The aeonian love story

Disclaimer : Don’t pass it on for yet another  valentine’s day special post, rather a true story to salute the eternal love between the protagonists.

Long ago, a public servant, rather too strict on principles gives his daughters’ hand to an engineer with a PSU. This is the provenance of the tale!

(Those days, engineers,doctors, and government sector employees were considered the best-of-the-rest as prepatent grooms! Hope, I had been an engineer born during that GOLDEN AGE! 😛 ) .

The girl, she had to cease her higher studies as per her dad’s wish,lucky enough to have completed her graduation (This was the time when Amrish Puri of DDLJ was yet to appear!)

The boy, an identity of simplicity with unparalleled probity & character, responsibility & intellect desired for a life-partner who would fit in the jig-saw of his life(God did listen to him, Read on)

However,she was insouciant  & of-course given away her heart,hoping that the next days of her life would indoctrinate  an amative vicissitude. (So was it, read on) .

Post marriage, they moved to where the Hero worked, which was the picturesque hilly township suffused in the lap of nature(It isn’t  Kashmir!, a rather nondescript town called Sunabeda, located in Odisha! ).

The man of her dreams, not only encouraged her to pursue a career, rather made sure all things desiderate to her, lie on deck . So much so, that after their first child was born, who was naughty ethereal, he used to drive them on the faithful Bajaj Priya, around 30kms downhill to the district’s commercial HQ so that she could sit for Banking & other exams.

As with most households of those time, the heroine decided to relinquish her career and be the biggest support that her hero needs and gradually the trips to exam centers were recouped  by ones to nearby tourist places, the lone movie hall of the township etc.

(The Bajaj Priya had the English Meaning of the Heroines name engraved on the nameplate, only to be painted upon later when the kids started growing up! 😛 )

Now, there was only one aim for both of them, to give their kids the best of upbringing,education and make sure that their future is shaped perfectly. Then, came the second child, and this two brothers, right from the start made sure that their parents convictions are put to tough test (Literally!).

Be it attending the complaints from teachers,making the Science Projects, preparing elocution speeches, be it spending sleepless nights to make the naughty kids sleep to sweet lullabies,or working hard in the kitchen to prepare dishes they loved, be it spending the little time after office teaching them ride cycles, or missing cricket matches or soap operas to teach them for the tests tomorrow, they reified their sagacious decision.

So,was there love in between? Is it a love story then?

LOVE, is something which lies more in actions and emotions rather than the nugatory practices of today, which is more meant towards fulfilling one naive desires!

Give it a thinking heart! ,

Veritably, the driving factor behind the great love story –  The way they supported each other right through the start till date , which indubitably till eternity is what LOVE is and what it should be.

Few years back, the couple met with a serious road accident,which made them hospitalized for few days, only to cast its shadow once again in the form of around a year-long hospitalization and a very complex surgery of the Hero, which doctors claimed had a very minute success rate, this whole year, the Heroine was all along the husbands side attending him because the elder son was into Final year of Engineering and the younger one had his 10th Board exams, she cried alone, but never let him see her tears, he wriggled in deep pain, but tried to hide it, though he wasn’t very successful. At the end, he recovered, and it was their love which won, for it stood firm and never bent even with time and fate!

25years and counting, the saga of true & pure love!

This was the love story of my parents, and the other two characters – the notorious ones were ME & my brother (Obvious,isn’t?)

I fall short of words to bring out words to describe  the pellucid love I have ever seen, and I tried my best to do justice,but still “Dil Ki Baatien, Dil Hi Jaanein!”


Some moments in pictures :


Winters – Bag of memories!

Dear Readers, if you are looking up for some bit of humor, come again another time, your blogger had no  control over the sea of nostalgia with the x-mas nearing up, so here it goes…

Mu uthibini, ete jaldi nuhen…(I wont’ wake up, not so soon!)

My day starts with da above parley with my dad. Had it been some other day, da scene would have been da reverse & i would have been plucked out of my bed without considerable effort by my dad, but come x-mas vacations, i get some ivy-privileges! Lucky me!

With the newspaper in hand,delicate rays of sun peeping like a voyeur  through the windows  & a sumptuous breakfirst of pooris,parathas & other mouth-watering spreads, winter seems like divine benedictions starting with  the day’s kickoff….da entire day is like a mesmirising lullaby under the masquerade of fog till late afternoon, da congenial  evening tea with plate-loads of pakoras & not to forget maggi noodles! Dinners were a top-it-all with the obliteratious Chicken curry, Biriyanis & the like!  

Away from the stodgy lectures, semester exams,dismal  hostel food, X-mas holidays were the most sought-after by me! Life swayed at a snails-pace..the only palpable activity of sorts was so-so the most ambrosial – reading up a dozen fictions,devouring mouth-watering delicacies cooked by the world’s finest chef-my mama, brawling up with my brother for the lan cable(a single internet connection both for my lappy & the pc!),neverending talks  & texts with miss special(who hankered for  the winters at my place),watching the desultory snows canvassing the town  in a shade of white, the animated evening gossips with my friends at the school ground, the bike-rides in the hills vrooming with nonpareil excitement – winters gave me truck-loads of excitement…

This winter, my  first ever away from home, life has taken me for a toss – Parathas & Pooris are there – but the aroma of my home & the tastes of motherly love is amiss! I am still tugged in my blanket while typing this post-but the familiar warmth is lacking,internet connection is worthless without my brother to fight over, school-friends in bangalore still pay me a visit- but the amicable environs of the serene school fields is nowhere to be found!…Probably the most monotonous winter ever! With only memories abound, i am gearing up for the solitary countenance, away from my parents,brother, miss special & the  heaven – home!

Readers – Pictures evoke a thousand memories , so here are some special pics of the wonderful winters at my town! 


The entry-point to our township!


HAL Fields – The foggy afternoons! 

ImageSnow-covered carpets of grass!Image

The mesmerizing dew drops!Image

Painted Red – Gulmohar trees at Gulmohar Avenue near my school


“Oye yaar ! what a Maal..Is popat ke saath toh pura odd  lagti hai..!”

“Oye usko dekh le yaar..Apne ko mili toh life ki setting ho jayegi..!”

Hold on…These are not the dialogues from a Bollywood Flick , these are some of the gentle conversations that were doing rounds at Ksithij-’10, the techfest  at IIT-Kharagpur, a grand conglomeration of Techies from Eastern India.

Me & my Best Friend Trisom (aka Linku), the regular backpacker souls were surely not the odd-man-out at Ksithij. Me just went to Bhubaneswar (additional 300kms.), just to cover every km of the trip with him, coz fun is best only possible with friends.

Well coming straight to the point…

“Tech fests now are increasingly becoming popular venues for Romantic getaways rather than forums to share technical talents!” – Trisom Sahu, Friend of your blogger.

He was so right after all, coz the scenario unfolding infront of our eyes stood testimony. My eyes all of a sudden got transfixed to the other end of our table, where a spectacled diva was keenly drawn to the contents of a book(Seemed she had her sem exams the next day!).

Closer observation made it clear that she was reading a Janet Evanovich novel. My  I CAN DIE attitude for fiction drew me closer and closer and closer to her..Hold ON…literarily…

And then, I was sitting  next to  her, She was perhaps not moved by the sudden changes in the environment surrounding her, deeply involved with her reading.

Thanksgiving! Huh!

“Yes…!”, this word was subtly delivered from a pair of small pinky lips,aided by a swift movement of two extremely pretty cajoled eyes protected by a pair f Librarian Spects. Rarest and perfect combination of Beauty with Brain!

This time, my passion for fiction led me to kick-start the conversation over a cup of coffee. In due course of the conversation , I was keen observing her (NO COMMENTS PLZZ).Her dimples which made guest appearances in due course of the conversation wer so  very beautiful that  they could give SRk, Priety n others a run..

My cell beeped to show an incoming sms from my friend whom I had forgetten by now.

“LOVE IS IN THE AIR…:P”… this was an outcome of his cognizance of our conversation.

I  gave it a go and then we resumed our conversation. But  Trisom was filling my inbox with repeated Smses and all bearing the same text. This insighted the Techie inside me, n slowly I was getting diverted to the territories of LOVE..

This made me to slowly changer the course of our discussion from Fiction and literature to the hearts and Roses, I mean Romance, Love life et al.

Its’ now or never! Its your chance to make a chance! GO ON..!” This thoughts made rounds  at my mind. Finally I decided to ask her the question that would unlock my prospects of  moving further; i.e.; enquiring about her relationship status…

“Hey Sheena, Your phone is switched off dear..!”

I didn’t say this, I looked at the source of this message and found out a tall handsome guy, poster boy like the ones in  Apparel advertisements appearing from nowhere..

Now my Coffee mate took no time to put my apprehensions to rest..

“Meet him Dev, he is guy..”


I managed to say up a meek “hi..” to Raj….

“Well I must go Sheena, its 3am, time for a nap…Nice talking with you…N ya Raj, u r lucky bro!!”

My PR skills made it possible to hide the lumps of sadness trying to make its way to my face…

Finally I bid adieu to the gal whom I wanted to make MY GAL….

And thus ended a Love Story before beginning .And also ended Trisoms’  endless midnight meal course of coffees and  junk foods…

But then , I consoled my self for a newstart and as they say











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The Day I Was trashed again..

Come IX-D, Geography period, the venue of the Malevolence…..

Volcanoes, another types I thinks…Any Doubts??…Fine. Lets read the next things…”Sir moved on with truckloads of ‘s’ ‘I thinks’. Cut the Carp….He seemed more like a teacher of mathematics with the maps and drawings he drew on the board resembling geometrical figures…Kamal, my bench mate and  my ‘Chaddi Buddy’, was the next victim of his sordid lectures. The entire class was diplomatically donning up fake seriousness suppressing their Tsunamis of laughter at the animated master.Vivek, our diagonal neighbour and another last bench Honcho, was seen mimicking Sirs’ gestures…..

Climax Scene…

Sir was seen rushing towards the last benches with full speed, more than his Bajaj Priya!! ..Vivek..Yes, he was the prey today, Sir stopped and kept the Duster at Viveks’ desk, I was happy beyond measure to watch an action-flick on free ticket..

But then….

“Stand ups…U Idiots…”

Sir was catching my colour..WTF!!…

A deluge of slaps and booms with bonus abuses was all that i remember for the next couple of minutes..”Sir, I m sorry…Sorry sir..Eh!!”

“Rascals, No concentrations..I will not leaves you!”, Kamal was the only one besides me who was frightened and amazed at the same instant.The guys were totes delighted watching the free show. The gals were praying Frantically for the torture to stop..(That’s the reason we fall in love with gals unless otherwise).Softies….


Folks! , where on the earth did he expect to find the answer of this question and that too in the middle of this unending FireWorks show!! I bet, this question will churn out the brains of the IIT, IIM guys and would leave Derek O’ Brain puzzled…

Luckily, my prayers coupled with that of the damsels , didn’t fall in deaf ears. The beating machine stopped. Exhausted, Angry.. et al…These adjectives described Sir at the moment..and me – Punctured, Fused, Shattered… etc..

Now I could feel the condition of the clothes inside the chambers of a washing machine,!!!

And then the Tiffin break…        I was a Celebrity of sorts with seniors, batch mates all rushing up to me.”Ahhs!!”. “Ohhs!!” were frequenting my eardrums

Courtesy : “My Tomato Red Cheeks & Bruised Ears!”

Ditto for any typical Bollywood scene, with the only difference was that here, the protagonist was hit Black-n-Blue from the Baddie.The Beast  almost killed me that day…

But now, all i remember today  is that, even the pain wasn’t that painful, but the melancholy that followed went missing in my life today….

Story(s) Over(s)….

Child marriage in class 6

“Child Marriage”… This was what we did in class 6th!!!!

VI-C”, the venue to this crime was full of the melancholic activities the day this thing really happened.”I m going on a two day leave..”, as expected, this words out of Maths sir came as an unexpected surprise enough to trigger enough hustling among the students..”Silence!!If any one will talk, I will Lean Down!!”, this stringent blast of threaten made the situation worse as we had to control our laughter at this lines as well as hide our excitement of getting two PT periods!!

Normalcy returned with the screeching sounds of the chalk on the blackboard with numbers and symbols spewed across it. One, two, three, four, this wasn’t our maths sir teaching us this time but the number of students rolling into a laughter which showed no signs of ceasing .”Quiet, what is it??”, “Nothing sir...”Rakesh blurted...” OH no!!”, my bench mate and my best friend till date, Trisoms’ words ringed alarm in my mind, with the matter being clear now …”Who wrote this??”, asked sir, we were sure that today again , its time to spend a period standing outside the class…and our dear friend Binayak, who hold the prestigious post of the class monitor made things smooth for us…”Trisom and debabrata, GET OUT!!”, “but sir, we didn’t do this..”,”Sir, please listen to us..”, this pleadings only fell in deaf eras with a slap free to each of us apart from being honoured of being dragged out of the class by sir…But it was more enjoyable outside with we getting more time to choke out new pranks and the sun rays falling on the dusty corridors did provide us with some respite from the chilly December classroom..

Did you write this?”, asked our extremely jovial and our favourite Odiya Sir…”Well yes sir...”, I replied and as expected, we received a praise…Hard to believe but he was the only teacher who was friendly enough to take the fun out of it…”Common read ii”, he ordered…”No sir no..”, Trisom told…”Arey when you two can compose such a great piece of writing, why shying on reading it...”…The victims Biswajit and soumya were cursing us to their hearts content…The entire classroom was  getting ready to know what the piece of paper had which was the grounds on which we two were sent out…”Ok Sir…”, I ventured out with the piece of paper in my hand amidst the encouraging crowd of 6th C section, i felt more like attaining stardom at the movement i read the contents of it which goes like this……


We solicit your gracious presence on the auspicious occasion of the suspicious

Shubh Vivah


Our friend

Soumya (Khadi)



On 4th of December,Friday


Play Ground , Middle section, Tiffin Break…

Kindly bless the couple…


—-Trisom, Debabrata —-


“WOww..”, “Very good…So you have started marrying off your classmates as well??”, we didn’t have a  good answer of this question but at the movement, we were thinking of the next plan to catch the one who smuggled this letter from my bag…

Child Marriage…!!”, “arey this two are not of 18yrs na…”, our talented laxmikant was heard imparting this lectures to fellow disciples Rohit, satswarup who seemed perturbed by his knowledge of law!!..

“Child Marriage…we were sent out of the class for committing this crime na??”, i asked trisom who replied me in a spark  ”Yeah!! And also of a boy with a boy…(Gay..wasn’t a word we knew that time!)” and we both took on to a laugh which tickles me even now when i m coming to end this story….

“Happy married life!!!”

Which College….Da story f da ragged journey!!

The 1st word that came to my mind when i came to know that there was the Annual Dramatics Fest that was to be held the next day.
Strange it may sound to my school friends , but i hadnt’ developed an aversion towards acting which was the other reason that i was known during my school days.”Narad”, “Ramesh”, “Chand Havildar” were some of the nick names that most of my school mates used much in use even today!
The biggest reason for me going back home was the very fact that i loved journeys – Travelling continuously for 13hrs at the least ! Getting to know different people, each with there own piece of story to keep you hooked on, of the jerks and the hiccups, of the road side dhabas where mighty truckers would slip into a melody to remind them of their families et al! The very fact that i went back home every other time i got a chance stands testimonies to my love for travel…
If i start recounting my travel tale, then the tell-along would surely make no less than a book because its just amazing that i have travelled a lot during my first year in Engineering itself.
The Story that is…
Coming back to the day before the dramatics fest, when i all of a sudden after the 1st half decided that I will go home, my roommates werent’ taken for a surprise because it was perfectly natural of me to go home. Azad was luckily there to make sure that i had a smooth cruise to sambalpur. The man at the ticket counter as usual blatantly refused to issue any ticket saying that no ticket to sunabeda was available! But i had to go boss! The conductor kindly allowed me to occupy his side seat which meant that i was deprived of a place to keep my baggage! But no problem “Something is better than Nothing”. The bus left and I was slowly started my travel chores like opening the Utterly delicious “Hide-N-Seek” biscuits..

The bus stopped at Pc Bridge, the check-point to my college. I was sure that someone else was also going with me this time- Great! Then a girl entered the bus.”Yes” was all that popped into my mind.”Bargarh” this was a setback to me when she asked the conductor for tickets, just an hour, then she is gone…phew! Then I spoke first to this girl who was now standing near the door, “Which college??, UCE??”, “ “Yes SIR”, came the reply, Amazing, Funny, Shocking etc etc are some of the adjectives to describe my emotion at the movement. Before i could speak, the extremely civic conductor cut short, “Why don’t you adjust here, You both belong to the same college na!”, nice fellow, got good tricks to snatch away half of my seat! Even before I could say anything, the girl came and sat. I was a senior for here, nice chance io thought, ..Tugged in between the Villain looks conductor and the average looking girl, i didn’t look much at her or rather she was keeping her head bent, the typical engineering style respect! “Which branch?” “Civil Engineering, Sir!”, “hmm..Tel me your school n college details..”..Intro over..
It was funny thing really.. Then I tried to be friendly, (boyish tactics!!), “Well have you ever seen me in the college??”, I was eagerly anticipating the answer” Yes sir, many times, in Samavesh, Robotics event, and at the LINUX Seminar, at spring.. long list”…”WOW!!” I thought, then without wasting a bit of the hour, i popped my next question “So which year do you think I m?”, “Sir…I..I..cant tel..”, nice respect for seniors,” okay, I have given you the freedom to tell my year.. now common” “May be 2nd yr or 3rd yr..not sure”…I just loved this answer..but then bus was nearing up and i decided to skip my part of the reply and then I kept enquiring a lot of other things from this junior(Oops batch mate) of mine..then just as the bus neared bargarh town, i thought its right to ends my play . ad the bus screed to a halt! “Well I am Debabrat, 2nd yr Cse.. n m really sorry.. it was fun to be a senior in 1st yr…”..The look on her face cant be described by me exactly !!”YOUUU…”., was all that she could say before the conductor hurried her to get down pricking the bubble of fun that was!!
Well I m really sorry friend if i would have caused any trouble(Forgot to ask her name!!) but still this is one of my best travel memories!! May be skipping the dramatics fest gave me another play to act upon!!!