C for Coffee

Coffee cup and coffee beans on old wooden background

Well, I guess I don’t have to make it clearer to my readers that I love coffee. But to anyone who is new to my blog, I love coffee. When I say I love coffee, I mean I love coffee!! To the extent of having at least a slight mention of coffee in all of my posts.

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October Rain

So it’s raining cats and dogs here! My prayers have been answered! I feel jubilation and excitement, standing on the terrace doorway and just watching the heavens open up, holding a cup of hot coffee with my iPod plugged into my ears.

Just as I was marvelling at the beauty of the downpour, I had an epiphany. I thought of getting drenched. I ran down, kept my iPod and coffee mug, locked my room and ran upstairs and into the rain.

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‘SIT’ – ‘CON’dition

This is just so wrong…so wrong…in so many ways..on so many levels.
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Do you know what distinguishes the entire Indian subcontinent from the ‘western world’? Of course, apart from the fact that they are much more civilised, advanced, and developed. The one thing that I noticed about their way of living is their disrespect for the ground. You read right, disrespect.

Did you ever notice that they never sit on the ground? While we consider ‘Mother Earth’ to be divine and ‘pure’, they have absolutely nothing but resent for the terra firma. All our ‘holy’ ceremonies are conducted on the earth that we stand on. But the only response to a person sitting/laying/doing anything but standing on the floor from a ‘westerner’ is “Get you a** of the floor.”

We conduct marriages sitting down. Right from the birth of a child, his ‘naming ceremony’ (which is an utter waste of time, according to me, but more on that later), and all his rituals are conducted on the ground. While the westerners (I don’t know why I keep saying that, although the world is round, well an elliptical sphere, but still you get the idea), have their marriages/weddings in  a church, wearing their Sunday best, not to mention standing up, we prefer doing it in front of a fire on the ground sitting down in our dhotis/mundus.

For them, sitting down automatically implies, on a chair. You ask an Indian to sit down, and he WILL sit DOWN! He will sit on the ground with crossed legs as if lunch is about to be served. The only time you’d ever find a European or an American do it is if they are practising yoga, which is India’s national exercise, apparently.

And don’t even get me started on the way the Indian sub-continent does do-do and wee-wee. But I can make my peace with that, since the Indian government doesn’t have enough funds to build a European-style toilet in every home. But to those who prefer to use the Indian method, which, by the way, is far less sanitary and highly ridiculous, I just want to ask this – WHY? Continue reading “‘SIT’ – ‘CON’dition”

Cherishing Blogger Awards…

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Wondering where I was, the past week? No? Well, I bet you are now! Since, I planted that question on your brain/mind. This is how much I love to manipulate people. I digress.

Anyways, I was sick for the last two – three days. Yeah, I had a cold at first. You know, the common one. And then, the coughing began. Then came the wheezing, and the retching. And then one fine morning, I woke up, and felt excruciating pain over my right eye.

Is it just me, or was that a sign of impending danger from Voldemort? When I did come to my senses, later on, I realised that since my parents were very much alive and can pretty much deny any contact with the Dark Lord whatsoever, it must be something else. And as it turns  out, it was.

Apparently, the mucus  (yuck!) from my nose had lodged somewhere in my head, presumably over my right eye and that explained the pain. No wonder, I thought about Voldemort at that time, my head was occupied by mucus!

And well, two days of steaming my face off (you see what I did there?), drinking horrible tasting cough syrup and practically turning my nose inside out every half hour, later, my condition got better.

And by better I mean, good enough to check my blogs and stuff, without having to clean my keyboard of mucus and spit.

And what better welcoming gift can I get than two blog awards for my blog! I will post them later on, but as of now, I’m very thankful to each of my presenters for even liking my blog, let alone considering it for an award. Continue reading “Cherishing Blogger Awards…”

Inception Of Words

Waking Life

I just saw this movie “Waking Life” which is an excellent movie, by the way, and in it I found this particular part, where they speak about the language and words, quite intriguing. To quote Waking Life:

“It’s always our decision, who we are. Creation seems to come out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration. And this is where I think language came from… I mean, it came from our desire to transcend our isolation… and have some sort of connection with one another.”

And I find it so true! I mean, it was the very need to fulfil man’s loneliness, his emptiness that he created language. And I also love to imagine the first guy to speak just blabbering stuff and using sign language. I mean, I always picture a caveman just going bonkers with his club and trying to tell the caveman in front of him to stop screwing with his wife!

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Replacing Replacements with Replacements

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“Why is your laptop so slow?” My .Net instructor asked me.

“Well it’s mainly because… well because… because I… how do you know it’s slow? I mean ‘slow’ is a relative term, right? What if my laptop’s speed has been the same ever since I bought it? You don’t know!”

“Yeah well, it is slower than my laptop…”

“That’s because… I’ve got no memory space left on my hard disk…Aha!!”

“And why is that? I thought you had a 1 TB external hard drive.”

“I do. And that is full too.”

“Are you kidding me? Nah, it can’t be.”

“It is!! And my laptop is full with games, movies and stuff.”

“Yeah! I can see that! What’s on your external?”

“Games and movies and…stuff…”

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I talk, he talk, why you middle middle talk?

When I speak English in front of my friends, they give me looks of derision and contempt. Is speaking good English a bane? Is it not but a sign of good culture, if not a matter of pride?

Or is it my fault? Here I am, in India, a country known for its diversity, in a time where “Staying Raw” is the hype. Speaking good English was once looked upon. And now, I sit in front of my laptop ranting on about the language discrepancies from a small town in the magnificence that is India.

At no time is freedom of speech more precious than when a man hits his thumb with a hammer.  ~Marshall Lumsden