My Friend Debashree (Debs)

I don’t believe in Ghosts! I don’t believe in Santa! I don’t believe in God! Because I have never seen them. But I believe in Angels because I know one and she is my FB friend too. Her name is Debashree Nanda (Debs, Dabba, Chomu, Chudial….  call her anything… she will respond).
Those were the days of Orkut and so you knew who actually was visiting your profile- Debashree Nanda, I saw the name. A girl checking his profile always excites a guy but then I thought, I was a published author, I should be used it. She sent me a friend request next and couldn’t resist myself from pinging her after all, those were my initial days of fame. With a simple ‘Hi’, the conversation began and after one hour, I was thinking how to end it. I was actually feeling guilty because she had told me that she was having her semester paper next and I didn’t want to be rude either. Anyway, we stopped finally when her Mom called her for dinner and I decided that I wouldn’t go online for next whole week just to save her papers. By the end of that chat session, I knew that she was born in some remote town "Talcher", famous for coal mines, her name was a combination of her Dad’s (Debdutta) and Mom’s (Jayashree) name, she studied in a girl's school till 12th, she had a younger sister, she was studying BBA, she had four best friends- Aradhana, Sadhana, Abhilasha and Mamta, they called their group- "Famous Five!". And she went to the college in bus. Next day, I logged in Orkut, of course in invisible mode; I had many other visitors on my profile and among them were the above mentioned girls from "Famous Five." She scrapped me to accept all the friend requests from her group and insisted on exchanging numbers since I was not regular enough on net, in return, she wrote a nice Testimonial for me.Four years from there, we are best friends; we talk to each other every day on phone (thanks to Reliance!), we are now on FB and like and comment on each and every status or photo of each other, she hails all the frustration from office at me, I cry over her shoulder when I fight with my girlfriend.  She knows where I hide the beer cans and cigarette butts at home; I know which of the girls in her hostels watch porn. She is my 3 a.m. friend and I am her troubleshooter. But the best thing about our friendship is that we have never fought with each other, maybe that’s the reason that we are just best friends. Though we have small arguments at times, I mean what I should do if her roommate wants to try Old Monk or her some remote cousin thinks his fiance is cheating on him? How would I decide whether she should get a pink or peach color top? In return, she complains that she also doesn’t know which one is better Hunk or CBZ extreme, neither she has an idea why my girlfriend don’t like my status on FB but she insists that at least I should be happy that the poor girl agreed to date a moron like me.  But then, it goes sometimes irritating, I mean you just can’t put a full stop to her non-stop gossips. However, over the years I have come up with many ways, I simply switch off my cell and make an excuse later on, that my battery was dead, fake headache or simply act that I’m drunk. It works. Though I am sure she is very well aware of these tricks but again, she never complains. At least I got someone in my life who would listen, understand and even support me in everything important and even for the things that are simply crap. Whenever I sit back and go back in the timeline, I actually feel happy and proud about it; life itself is big party with a friend like her.