Coffee and conversation with the self. 

The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf reads the tissue that accompanies my Caramel ice blended coffee. As I sit sipping on overpriced cold coffee in a Cosy corner of a swanky mall, I can’t help but wonder about the un-umaginative choice of name for this cafe that was established in 1963. The thought of imagination in  names reminds me of my roomie. Apparently her Dad insisted on bestowing upon my roomie a name that rhymed with her sister. ‘You have no imagination’  said my roomie’s mother to her husband and proceeded to name her quite exotically. 

Sitting here in this fancy ambience, I’m also pondering over my abject dislike for a certain coffee house that is bound to have franchises in every other road, literally. My dislike probably seeped in because of my inability to afford such grandiose coffee, which despite the tall claims, doesn’t guarantee an amazing beverage. 

I came here to shop. Don’t ask me for what. Oh yes. I’m in dire need of footwear because I’m down to my last pair of fancy comfortable footwear and I don’t have th  regular ones to wear to work. Despite checking out the bigwigs among the shopping stores, I wasn’t successful. I have funny feet. They prefer completely flat flats. And it’s difficult to find those. 

I was supposed to go to a parlor today. But there’s a certain reluctance in the air when it comes to trying a new place and style. The old haunts and practices are so set that it becomes extremely difficult to make the new happen. 

I am almost down to the last few gulps of this coffee. I might as well take in the ambience and leave in sometime.

Adios Amigos.

Tra la la

It works! Every simgle time. These words – Blah, lah, la, they’re so amazing. cause they convey everything you want to say and yet deep down, mean nothing.

And then there are days when every fibre of your being screams winner!

It’s been one such day. Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t ace the test that happened today. Three hours to write everything you knew about four subjects, two of which were so similar I forgot what I read where, and you’re an alien if you didn’t complain.

No, not kidding. I didn’t burn the midnight oil so I do not deserve to get your sympathies. I slept quite fine, thank you. Kind of makes me hope I have tests every day – such was the blissfully deluded sleep.

Let’s just skip the mandatory ‘how was your test?’ and assume it was the best ever. (I don’t even know if I passed Sem 1, that’s how early we get our results out here).

Well I’m glad it’s over. And you know what? I made a commitment and stuck to it. Okay fine, it wasn’t a biggie. (Should really stop hanging out with ‘Mol. He’s ruining my vocab.)

I just controlled myself really hard and with the weirdest measures to avoid going to the city. Now you’re thinking really? That needs commitment? Hey, when you’re left with ten days to show up at home with a puppy face, ten days is a lot of time for the meagre amount of pocket money that you are trying to save.

There are days when I’m so baffled by my thoughts that I give up thinking. Nah. Not really. Sample this: When I resentfully thrust a 500 under his nose and the Bhaiya at the coffee shop says no change, part of me is glad that I can stretch it a little longer.

Unfortunately though, just the way in which most of my resolve eventually crumbles, this one does too and by hook or crook, you’ll certainly find me sipping on the delicious cold coffee until the syrupy sweetness has emptied and the straw nuzzles the glass to make noises that people find obnoxious. It usually always elicits some disapproving looks and even an ‘eww’ from some. Hey, it’s coffee, okay? A Sinfully good one.

The simple pleasures of life I tell you. A warm shower, a strong cup of coffee, some funny conversation and a good book. Life is simple really. (Course not,  who are you kidding!)

And then the slightly confusing but welcome calls from home mostly every night after 9 (They just discovered that the landline works! What’s more, it even offers free calls. And who doesn’t love free, right?)Well, you have those calls that leave you wishfully thinking you could teleport and eat the chicken that is most certainly the dinner at home. You talk, and talk some more and there’s the awkward ‘what else?’

So you weigh out some more info(you do understand why you need to be selective here, don’t you?) until finally your friend sees her crush and you have to go stalk them and annoy them until they finally hate you and yell. (Thankfully, we’re still stuck in stage one, might take this semester to get over this.)

So, time to face reality and hope to God that the soya they’re serving me today is at least a little good so that it won’t have me cursing the missed bus.

Bangalore- A Monday Un-blued.

Here’s what happened one of these days when I was affected with the blues of a typical Monday.

So Twinks asks me to accompany her to the British Library and I’m jubilant! It gives me something more refreshing to do than avoid my Grandma’s piercing questions about where my life is headed (I’m an Engineer now).

Having been to the library, I get to show off and act bossy. So we decide to meet up at the Shivaji-nagar bus depot and I buy the bus pass. (70 damn bucks for a day’s pass!! Just thinking about it makes me cringe.)

I must admit that when I first heard of the institution called the British Library, I had imagined a majestic building nestled amidst the luxurious Bangalore green, with a vast expanse of space. I visualized shelves arranged across the length of the room with books fighting for space, the musty sweet smell of old books pervading the air. But that notion was shattered dramatically when I set foot into the Library a year ago and found a modern-swanky setting. The place was all of one floor with books vying for space between DVD’s and CD’s. I remember asking in astonishment-Is this All??

Yet, the cool scented air, myriad collection and well maintained books impress. Twinks and I were like lost sheep. She succumbed to its charms and got a membership and emphasised that it was to gain knowledge about History and Geography. Her intentions cast a serious doubt in mind when she got the first periodical issued- A Football Magazine! Complete with the profiles of the hottest stars on the Cover page. I guess she meant history of the players and geography of –err  sorry, I digress.

Our next sojourn was Cubbon Park. Memories of childhood days spent on the Toy train, swings and the Columbus ride came rushing back to me. It was a ritual to play, get exhausted and colour my tongue with the ever-pink favorite-Cotton Candy. *Drool* That hasn’t changed till date!

 We discovered that they now have an entrance fee to this section of the park. It was so pleasant to sit on rocks under the shade and eat the rolls we had packed for lunch. It is somewhat Ironic that the heart of Bangalore-which houses the bustling streets of MG and Brigade road, can also be such a peaceful place.

Next on the Menu: Indian Coffee House. As the name says it, this has to be the coffee enthusiast’s paradise. I’ve walked by Church Street so many times and have always managed to miss this outlet. Remind me to thank my Pal Udox who revealed its exact location. Walk in and don’t be surprised to feel that you’ve entered an old era. The waiters still dress in white starched uniforms with a red and gold bordered turban. The posters on the wall are ancient and intriguing and adds to the allure. We saw a lot of people, yound and old frequenting the place. Hence I  don’t think I’m biased in saying that the steaming cup of coffee, it’s one of the Best Coffee I’ve had ! 

After this blissful cup of extravaganza we headed to Indiranagar and sunk into the couch at a friend’s place. The day simply gets gets better when the mind gets Information to process(read gossip, especially the nefarious kind).  We might have continued exploring a comic cafe in the neighborhood had rains not played spoilsport. So we called it a day And I headed home to read- Stop in the name of Pants by Louise Rennison. In hindsight, that was not a wise choice! *Sigh*

There’s something genuinely nice about a day well spent with friends, books and coffee. That, then, is the key to Un-blue-ing your day! 🙂    

a cup of coffee