Its my love story – Distance

This may seem as silly as ever, but putting down the saccharine moments of love in a blog actually makes me feel awesome!! After all, even though my posts seem like a bogged down collection of verbiage, but nevertheless , i just cant’ stop myself..

Now, i am in love with probably the best soul in this world – Whats’ next?! 

The only major impediment  (dats a gameplay of fate!) is that, she is my junior (academically),  & while i type this post on da last day of my engineering life, she still has got 2 more years to trifle here. I will be pining up for those silly moments i spend with her @ heaven – Burla! We have our coming planned, but its yet again a gap of 5yrs or so ere we tie the knot. I need da spunk to live out this 5yrs without da near conviviality of someone who gave me the myriad happiness of this birth…But she enamors a wonderful quality with her – she vanished all my apprehensions in just da brink of a smile – She said , “Firstly we love each other, & thats above all dear, distances et al; dont account for al all when you are in love & secondly i wont’ ever miss you because you live in my heart, so how come you move away farther from me , haan?!” Now, i am not gasconading about my love or anything as such, But simply put, i just wanna enunciate to all those souls who love someone but dont have the joie de vivre of staying near them, the explication is within us – Our Heart…just peek inside it!! 

P.S dear – If you happen to read this post, which you would, dont yell @ me 😛 !! Your words really started working wonders!! 

P.S readers – The above line is purely incidental & the writer claims total blame for it whatsoever 😛 


Its my love story

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

Dont’ be flabbergasted when you read this post of mine, this really happened & I  couldnt’ help myslef out. My insouciance in life was relflected in my attitude towards the tender word called ‘love’, however i never thought that i would one day fall in love – true love as they say it! But how it happened is a mystery which still eludes  my brain. Now i think you all would ditto to this We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.”  

While i was in school, i was head-over-heels over a girl, who never gave me any other attention apart from the usual – Friendship. Fine, school days over & i joined my engineering, now the real transition started – I was falling in love with any other girl (infact many :-P), a total blatherly self of mine, i would admit to. A girl helped me with the Engineering Drawing in 1st yr – I fell in love with her, to the extent that i plucked up courage to defy my seniors to supply her Chilly Chicken at wee hours of night! Then in 2nd yr, i fell in love again – This time, i became a spendthrift of sorts for the girl to loathe her with expensive B’Day gifts et al, only to be warned by seniors from her school  not to dare-her-a-look! Now, i did cared for my skin. Come 3rd yr – Love again, this time with a girl from another college, who did come to our insti for  a workshop, i pawned my PR skills for getting her earn a valuable Internship, with the phantom hopes that this time, it would clik & i would be committed with this girl! Failure. Next came another , this time i was all out for her with all my might & vigor  Spending nights to prepare DS notes for her, running after some guest faculties again putting my PR skills on the anvil for getting her good grades et al! She did infact became the University Topper (A 10.0 CGPA)…but she rejected me outright! Now, this was the last of all pursuits & its time for a retreat, so i went on to become an abominable FLIRT! Senior,Junior,Teacher,friend, friends’ friend , infact almost all kinda species from the fairer sex were being chased for. But no results boss- Its not my cuppa of Cha!

Now the most unexpected metamorphosis happened in my life – I started falling in love. I clearly rubbished this unwelcome development as yet another infatuation or a unsought chaos making its way into my life! But this was meant to be, &  i am no damn mortal to change God’s will.. I met this girl, for some official work as the sponsorship head of the Spring Fest in 3rd yr. It was around the same time, i was tipping my toes after another gal in my silly pursuits of love (the 10 pointer 😛 ), Her alluring calmness, nervousness coupled with an aura of pristine serenity, led me to exchange a hand of frienship to her ( The decision that i claim my utmost pride for!). Thereafter, we were exchanging smses n a few calls often, not a single of them with any intention of love or related melodramas…But i was headed towards my destiny, i found a never-ending tryst leading me to this girl. I warned myself mentally over a thousand times, to stay put only  on friendship  but i couldnt’ & finally decided to pour my heart to her! Now, chrysalis from her end were also on similar notes & both fell for each other. 

Now, we both just stick to one cardinal principle “What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us!”  The only purpose of this post is not meant to ride the high horse on my trails or my love story, rather confess a simple & astounding discovery
” You wont ever & never fall in true love unless until the other heart which beats for you makes way to your life!”..

All said, i pray for all souls to be in love & ward off all pain,hardships & sufferings from life….

Break-Down of Campus Love Stories

Now this post belongs to the “CUTTING CHAI” category…so the contents of this post is a generalized rundown of gossips over cuppas of Cha,cakes n da like (Wild guesses welcomed 😛)….

A guy enters an engineering college to fulfill his/his parents wishes, to achieve something (which is only known to the almighty!), but the center of cynosure shifts towards the opposite sex (gender 😛 incase u hav sinister thoughts!)..Now starts a journey of hardships,endurance et al (LOVE is just a camouflage term!)..

Financial Management cant’ be better studied than this :

The protagonist gets a hemmed in finance from his folks, now the real challenge remains sundering this amount for two individuals, as der is always a TENDER SOUL fully dependent on you…

Time Management, Learning the ropes of time management like never before , When you are in a relationship (Read CAMPUS RELATIONSHIP) , managing your day b/w studies (now this is real puffing up :P),daily chores (guesses welcomed again) and a hell lotta’ time for the ONE…

Marketing & PR…nw every guy in relationship beguile of exceptional Marketing & PR (dont confuse it wd PYAAR..if u are uncontrollably romantic!)..Marketing & PR skills forms the backdrop of every campus love story.

Right away from winning the Girl (Her Heart in particular..Though implications are at large :D), managing fake smiles at her PJs, panegyrizing her musings (ANTICS!) , and managing her clan (which includes every uncreditable exxxtraass in the lady’s social circle!), the guys showcases a wonderful blend of this skills.

And coming to the age of business – ENTREPRENEURSHIP…

This is a hot-of-the-press trend catching up..

Now entrepreneurship and campus love-stories have got a hush-hush relationship…

Infact the hellacious romeos have been found to be the budding entrepreneurs. Doing up every other job to supplement the household income (Family is temporal till passing out :P)..Startups otherwise adds up to the Status the girl may be proud for you…(Atleast you have proved yourself able enough to take care of her needs!)..

Now caulking the story, we come to the crucial aspect : EXIT STRATEGY

Now..This is a real mystery we are deprived of cash as of now for further cuppas n time!!


If your story (love story) gets peas-in-pod with the above post…I CANT REALLY HELP…

Special Thanks to Kalia Pan Shop for providing me excellent cha & brainstorming stabs…

(For those unaware of Kalia Pan out guys, n improve your GK please!)

Symphony of a nerdy Love !!

I think am turning altruistic , perhaps this is my 1st post here which doesn’t deal with stories/observations from my life!!

I have a crucial responsibility of using fictional names for putting up bits of my friend’s life here…

Raj (A typical Bollywood name!), unlike the filmy ones was a nerd in the truest sense in real life (At least from the day I 1st saw of him!). “Complan Boy” , seniors christened him this nickname during our ragging (read interactive!!) sessions .Typical traits of Raj included studying 24×7 , eating like hell , sleeping et al! His timetable was a stark contrast to the melange unruly life that we led.

Lucent results always made way to Mr.Raj’s scorecard contrary to our indigent grades . Things were going at an all-so-normal pace for our nerd, when all of a sudden (Ditto to any Bollywood Rotten Love Flick!) , enters the girl into his life — Simran (No DDLJ stuff!) , a bit hyped , once in the list of demanded gals of our insti.

The most happening transition  kick starts in Mr.Nerds’ life!

Raj-Simran!! Sounds wonders only in Romantic Flicks with Chocolaty Story lines, but damn daffy for real life.However,Raj,breaks all formidable barriers & furcates his life into 2 territories – Studies, Love (Love to Study/Study to Love is a mystery yet unsolved!!). The Knowledge Kist now starts dancing to the dulcet tunes of love, devoid of other worldly concerns.

I am sure you are trying hard to figure out the USP of this seemingly blant tale which by now might have put you to lurginess!

The abrupt twist begins to make its way into Mr.Raj’s otherwise sweet lovestory when he discovers the bitter truth — Simran has a boyfriend & he is not him!! (We are now wading a bye to Yash Raj Film’s typical storylines!!)

The lurid news leaves our protagonist devastated who now turns into a somniferous presence both for himself & others.The worst of all , he starts loosing his interest in his only love other than Simran – Studies & also his hairs!! (Seriously!)

However,this love story jounces with the intervention of 3  Samaritan  friends of Raj (Me included!) who begin to nurture sprouts of optimism, determination & willpower to win his true love back (& also grow hairs on his scalp!).

The story doesn’t  end but continues & will continue for the happy-ending & I am going to type up meed tit-bits of Raj’s Love story!

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“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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Are we really TENDER NERDS?

” The best way to teach a child restraint and generosity is to be a model of those qualities yourself “

The other day, i was having my usual cuppa in the college canteen when the propertier was spotted giving sermons on generosity to the cook. I wasnt’ really interested to this sordenous lectures of  his which surpassed even my class lectures with an unparalleled margin, but the prolonged conversation really pulled my ears and I instantly found out the reason, The cook had cooked some extra quantity of rice and since it wasn’t needed, he was asking mr.propertier to throw it, but our propertier sir was teaching him lessons of Generosity, his plausible argument was that he could never think of  wasting unused food item , the basic reason for the same being the fact that he would hurt himself by that, he pondered that even today many are rendered foodless and even he was shoveling some weird statistics on how many people remain foodless!!

Enough of shit, how can he blabber such words of tenderness, his business tactics was excellent, an amalgamation of business with emotions, the perfect play with majority of Indians. This was just an instance, people like him are the prototypes of our Bureaucrats and Politicians, the Babus  in power speak volumes against practices condemnable like Child Labour, Dowry system etc, and they are found to be the privileged practitioners of the same shamelessly..

Coming to kindness, generosity, tenderness, words like this remain confined to the pages of the dictionary.Hardly does one usher an act of selfless service and the basic reason behind this being attributed to the atrocities of hey-day..

An appeal to feign personalities like Mr.Canteen owner, stop prattling  facts which are testified fiction by people like you!!

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)….