Over A Cup Of Coffee

21 Apr

I don’t know how I missed it earlier. Maybe coz I was an avid coffee aficionado earlier- too engrossed in my hot cuppa to notice people around me. But yesterday while idlly sipping a cup of coffee last eve with a friend I noticed the varied section of audience that a coffee shop like Barista or Cafe Coffee Day n all cater to. These are the ones I noticed yesterday evening.

1. Ones who need a room- desperately
I mean seriously man…I have read the coffee is a great aphrodisiac but it surely can’t be that strong that you need to explore the deep end of your partner’s throat right in the coffee shop.

2. The Shopping Spree Aunties
They’ll be hogging one of the couches in the coffee shop (if not that, they’ll be sitting on the table right towards the exit) surrounded with atleast a dozen of shopping bags between them. Sipping on decaf coffee with slim milk, they’ll be reminiscing on the best deals they grabbed.

3. Meet the bride
This is a relatively newer segment that has hopped on the coffee shop wagon. While previously the arranged marriage meeting used to be at home over a cup of tea (that still happens though- read it here), the more so called modern people now prefer to meet on a neutral ground over a cup of coffee. It is as easy as a neon light mark to spot these people. Usually a group of minimum 6 people (average 8), half of them would be there early and other half would come later. The girl is a little too decked up and too quiet for a coffee shop environment. They’ll sit in one corner and usually have to join couple of tables to accomodate everyone.

4. The Workoholics
These ones either don’t have an office or are hogging the free wifi. They will have big cup of coffee with them and their face so bent on their iPAD or laptop screen that you fear onset of spondylitis for them.

5. The ‘cool’ bunch of college kids
Aah Nostalgia striketh. Average group of about 6, they will be the noisiest group sitting in the center. Number of coffee cups would usually be lesser than number of people sitting. The sole objective of sitting in the coffee shop is to plan the next destination- rather noisily

6. The Content Reader
They love coffee and they love solitude. One cup of nice coffee, a quiet corner and a good book. Unfortunately due to above mentioned elements, noise comes part of package. Though good at loosing themselves in the book at hand, you would see them glance at the noisiest bunch at times.

7. The Amused Observer
Yup, that’s yours truely. Sitting in the coffee shop coz my friend craved for a cup. Enjoying the conversation as much as the observations around me. A good coffee is part of the package but not something that holds complete attention. Coffee might not bring me to a coffee shop but the people- always will.

 

Did I miss anyone?

Coffee

World passed by, as I saw it over steam of my coffee

 

Source: GettyImages.in

 

The Tea Tray Meeting

11 Mar

“Be sure to be home this weekend. We have guests coming over”, my mom decreed on our alternate day mandatory phone call. “Who is coming? And when are they coming- Saturday or Sunday? I was planning to catch a movie” I pouted on phone. I hate guests coming over. All the namaste and making tea and asking questions you don’t really care about. Bleh!

“They are parents of a guy we are considering for you. We went to their place last weekend and now they want to come home and meet you. Don’t be difficult about it. It’s gonna be just his parents.”

Wha…Ho…I don…Hmph!

Over years you learn to choose your battles with your parents. I knew I had no hope of salvaging my weekend so I gave in and focused on negotiating the details.

Dress up: Mom wanted saree or at the very least suit. I wanted jeans and a nice Tee (One I had in mind proudly claimed ‘Happily Unmarried’). We settled on jeans and kurta combo. Also, I refused a hair styling session at next door parlor.

Hospitality: I put my foot down on the classic scene of getting a tray of water/tea/juice/snacks or anything for the guests. We settled on me entering when refreshments have been served.

Conversation: I had a list of questions I would have asked about their son (simple stuff really like does he know to cook) It was promptly snatched away from me. O well. Other than that I was instructed not to talk too much or too loud.

And so finally the day arrived. I got dressed in our decided outfit. On a whim I sent the pic to my girl gang on watsapp who promptly recommended a change of color (Go for pink. Green isn’t your color)

Bell Rang and I was asked to wait in the room. Deprived on sight, my hearing power worked overtime. First task was to identify number of people. Two…no wait, Three. What are they talking? Route taken to reach destination, how this area has developed over years etc. Yawn…boring stuff. I wished it to be more interesting. And bang! It just did.

Awkward Moment #1: Mom comes in the room and announces that Mr. wanna-be-my-husband has also turned up. Along with this news mom delivered a disclaimer that she had no idea about this and is as shocked as me. My first thought….I will not do the ‘beta you go in the other room and talk in privacy’. No stranger is going to enter my room. Mom ensured that this will not happen.

Awkward Moment #2: Guy was wearing a three piece suit! I mean, who wears a tux…didn’t seem like he did coz it didn’t really fit him well. But here was I in my uber casual kurti-jeans and he in corporate casuals.

Awkward Moment #3: So he, his mom and his dad were sitting on the couch (in that order). When I entered his father immediately vacated his place but I smartly insisted that he sit there only. But the moment I got up for something, he sat at my place leaving me to sit…yes next to his wife and son on the couch. Why it was so important? No idea.

Awkward Moment #4: His father was sort of holding the court and was sitting to my right. He was sitting to my left so obviously I was focused more on my right. His father pointed to his wife (who was sitting between us) that she should let ‘these kids’ discuss things. So she promptly got up and shifted to a chair which left me and him and a whole wide berth of awkwardness.

 

We didn’t talk much. He asked about my work and flaunted some faulty knowledge that he supposedly had about my field. So that was the only thing we spoke, me being more interested in his father’s discussion topic (how facebook and twitter have changed the communication these days).

Overall it wasn’t all that bad…but something that I would prefer not to repeat ever again. What if I cannot escape from private discussion!?!

 

Life

14 Oct

green of life
sprinkled with scarlet of ecstasy
desire no more

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Entry for Write Tribe contest

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comfort Zone

10 Oct

Wikipedia defines comfort zone as “…a type of mental conditioning that causes a person to create and operate mental boundaries. Such boundaries create an unfounded sense of security.” Human beings by nature seek a comfort zone. And its true for all aspects of our life-relationships, work, our physical work n many others. About a year back I was forced to confront the fact that my life is practically ruled by laws laid down by my comfort zone in every aspect of my life. And I decided to change it- one thing at a time. I resigned from my cozy comfy job. Being in media, there is actually nothing called cozy comfy but after working on same brand for 3 years, I had a good understanding of the work with little surprises. Things ran almost on an auto pilot.

So I moved out of there and joined another company…its been 6 months and I’m still trying to find my groove here. Its scary- from a sure position to a completely unknown environment. What makes it worse is that when I was moving out, I did not think it will be this tough- I somehow assumed that there will be a ready void that I would conveniently fill in…stupid eh. But I forgot that voids are always hidden. There are days I don’t feel like going to office, there are days when I almost regret the decision and think of all the people who are comfortably working 6 years+ in same company- they don’t feel this itch…what was I thinking to leave a steady thing and move?? It all comes back to my comfort zone. It doesn’t end with you moving out of it, its inertia also tries to lure you back. You are plagued with doubts and regrets- and there is no solution to these. So far I am not giving in. Its not going the way I originally envisioned but it will work out in the end.

Comfort Zone

Parched

27 Sep

Earth…for water
Soul…for humanity
How do we even hope for life,
when the heart is parched
for a drop of humanity

Source: Getty Images

1 week of chill

16 Apr

While going through my old posts, I came across one that i wrote three years back when i had joined my last firm.
And now when I have come full circle and again in my first week of a new job I can’t help but draw parallels between the two.

My travelling has increased since my new company is a good 40 km away from home. I have to take a city metro which takes me 2 hours to reach office.
First impression was good when i got a snazzy new Thinkpad :) :) the workstations are spacious and even the cafeteria and washrooms (big pain points of my old company) are much improved.
Its been a week and a half and i havent done any work ..no I’m not being a lazy bum. People around me have so much to do that no one has time to brief me on anything!!
So contrary to my previous one week of grind, I had one week of super chill time.

Looking at the team, I know it’s not gonna last (and frankly its kinda boring too) but for now, I do have time to give to my blog :)

A new beginning

12 Apr

As I near the end, a sense of foreboding envelops me.
Do I even remember a life without it?

You are living in the past, a voice said to me
What you are fearing is already on you,
and what you are loathe to leave is already behind you.
You know it already
All that is required is for you to accept it
How can that be, I argued my point.
If you hadn’t
 already moved on,
if you weren’t healed already
You would have been torn apart by thinking the possibility of
living without what you have lived with so far.
The end is not near, this is the end.
And tomorrow is the new beginning.

Of a new life with new dreams and hopes.

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Any kind of happy…

26 Nov

‘It’s better to be any kind of happy than to be miserable about someone you can’t have”
Leah Clearwater Breaking Dawn

The only thing worth remembering from the 2 hour torture of Breaking dawn (but Breaking Dawn is not the point right now).. not coz I whole heartedly agree with it or strongly disagree. but coz I cannot make my mind… somewhere it shook me.

How do you decide something is un-achievable? when is it that you should give up… and when you give up, do you have to move away from it necessarily? So the only thing that should hold you on is whether you can get it or not. Honestly it sounds a bit selfish to me… reminds me of a child like tantrum.. i want it, if i cant have it then i don’t want to be near it at all!

But then this can be argued from another point as well…

Is there any logic in running after something which is clearly not yours… never meant to be yours, never will be yours? Keeping up the hope and seeing it get dashed every single time… how long can a human stand it. how long before you break from this self-inflicted torture?

Is it really amateur to see a lost cause in face and do what is right by your self as well as for those around us? Who decides what is right what is the more prudent thing to do?

The bigger question in all this is not what is the right thing to do…

It is..

 

 

Do you have it in you to do the right thing? Sometimes, that’s all that decides everything.

 


Define

17 Oct

I read this story some 15 years back in one of those children books. Kinda stayed with me.

Once there was a girl in a small village. A true devotee of Lord Almighty. She prayed with all her heart and wished for God to give him darshaan.

Pleased by her sincerity, God came to her and blessed her. He asked her for her wish. What she asked shocked him-

“I want you to come to see me everyday for the rest of my life.”

My child this might not be in best of your interests, God warned her. But she insisted and finally God agreed.

“I will come as a ascetic everyday at your door and take some bhikshaa (alms) from you. But remember, you can never reveal my true identity to anyone. IF you do, you’ll instantly turn to stone.”

And so, bound by his word, everyday God came as a ascetic at her door. She donated some grain to him and he blessed her. Her parents initially wary, later got used to the ascetic coming at their door.

Time flew by and time came for the girl to get married. On her wedding day too, God came and asked got bhikshaa. Girl’s mother came out but he refused to take it from her. Finally girl herself came to take his blessings for her life ahead.

“Remember my child. People do not always see things the way you want them too. They have their own interpretation and you have to live with that.”

Girl got married and went to stay at her husband’s house where he stayed with his parents. Next day, the ascetic came to her new home and asked for bhikshaa. When this continued, she grew suspicious of the girl and discussed it with her husband and son. They tried to dissuade the girl from giving alms and the ascetic to stop coming but to no avail.

Finally one day when ascetic came, they confronted them both and demanded an explanation. Girl couldn’t say anything since she did not want to lie and was prohibited to reveal the truth. Enraged by her silence, her husband started abusing the ascetic who just stood there listening to everything.

A devotee can take a thousand allegations on himself but how to stand one’s lord being bad mouthed. In a fit of pained cry, she screamed and told everyone the truth.

Suddenly there was a flash of light in place of the ascetic. “You broke your word and now you may bear the result.”

Ascetic had disappeared. A stunned audience turned to see a stone statue in place of the girl.

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During our life we encounter a number of relationships. Some we are born with, some we make ourselves. This society defines a unique mould for every relationship of one’s life with its set of do’s and don’ts.

And what does not fit in the mould is frowned upon. While we say that the world is constantly changing, we ourselves do not want to break out of those moulds.

But some relationships do not fit in those moulds…they cannot be named. they cannot be defined. They are just there, incomparable to any relation in our lives but still the most important one of all.

You cannot define it, you cannot explain it. But they do not fit in the moulds defined by this society. The world does not understand it. And what we don’t understand, we think the worst of it.

And so you have to justify it….justify importance and existence of a crucial part of your own life to the society…to everyone around you.

Your family. Your friends. Your life partner.

And if you fail to explain, you may have to give up on it.

Such is this world we live in. To live your life your own way, you have to give reasons.

Has it ever happened to you?

 

 

You and Me

8 Jul

You and Me

came across quite unexpectedly

It seemed as if it was meant to be.

You and Me

with our own stringent set of rules

Yet all rules got ignored and broken

Without even trying to break free.

You and Me

felt an instant connection with each other.

Meeting you made me wonder

why I didn’t meet you before.

You and Me

shared our thoughts, confessed our stupidest mistakes

argued over miniscule ego issues

sweared never to talk

only to chat away next day with glee.

You and Me

it was a totally illogical and impractical combo

and it couldn’t have lasted forever

You and me

never became we.

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