I don't know how I've maintained this blog for almost two years without writing about one of my favourite things in the world - coffee! The first name of this blog was "ramblings over coffee" and then it was something else about coffee. People started wondering if I had taken a liking to the one and only Karan Johar. So I changed the name of the blog to "My cup of tea". But, whatever. I like tea only three-fourths as much as I like coffee.
I vaguely remember being given coffee in a feeding bottle when I was six months old.That's just bad parenting. OK, please don't call my mum to verify this, she will disown me for having slandered her good name on a public forum. She's slowly getting the hang of using the internet so she may just read this post two years later. By then I'd have bought her such beautiful presents that she will forgive me. Until then, sssshhhhh. But anyway, I think I probably got introduced to coffee when I was maybe ten or twelve. It's a rite of passage in a Tam-Bram household. Kids drink Boost or Horlicks or Vivita or something like that. Adults drink filter coffee. Nothing else. If you drank tea, you were a "Northy". If you continued to drink Boost, well that was forgiven because you'd go on to study in IIT Madras and do great things with your life. Well my grey cells were meant to be deadened by coffee. And I would have it no other way. So once the right of passage was done with, there was no going back.
Every morning my mum would make me a steel tumbler full of coffee brewed the South Indian way. And once it seeped into my twelve year old insides, I knew the day would be good. I sound like a thorough stoner. Well, you can't quite get stoned on coffee, quite the opposite. But it was a high anyway. My grandfather would be up at 5 30 am for his coffee and if I happened to be up studying feverishly for an exam, I'd get a cuppa too! And I would like to take this opportunity many years later to thank the Coffee God for making me pass all those exams. I owe you one. OK, many.
Then came the advent of Cafe Coffee Day and Barista and the rest of the cafe jingbang. My first sip of cappuccino was a revelation. Hmmmmm...so there are different ways of making coffee too. And then there has been no looking back. But my favourite is the South Indian version which my mum and several other mums make. I've become a total coffee junkie. One of my closest friends is a thorough coffee junkie too. And she totally understands why I have to have a shot of caffeine first thing in the morning, wherever the hell I am, to even begin to think. Ambika - hi5!
I've tried so many different types of coffee. My ideal pastime would be to sit at a cafe in Vienna, drink coffee and blog. And I sure as hell want to try out Kopi Luwak at the Shangri-la. Perhaps if I saved all that money, I could have probably bought a house in bloody Bombay. Well, no regrets. I ain't taking any house back with me, but I sure as hell have enjoyed a zillion cups of coffee !
I vaguely remember being given coffee in a feeding bottle when I was six months old.That's just bad parenting. OK, please don't call my mum to verify this, she will disown me for having slandered her good name on a public forum. She's slowly getting the hang of using the internet so she may just read this post two years later. By then I'd have bought her such beautiful presents that she will forgive me. Until then, sssshhhhh. But anyway, I think I probably got introduced to coffee when I was maybe ten or twelve. It's a rite of passage in a Tam-Bram household. Kids drink Boost or Horlicks or Vivita or something like that. Adults drink filter coffee. Nothing else. If you drank tea, you were a "Northy". If you continued to drink Boost, well that was forgiven because you'd go on to study in IIT Madras and do great things with your life. Well my grey cells were meant to be deadened by coffee. And I would have it no other way. So once the right of passage was done with, there was no going back.
Every morning my mum would make me a steel tumbler full of coffee brewed the South Indian way. And once it seeped into my twelve year old insides, I knew the day would be good. I sound like a thorough stoner. Well, you can't quite get stoned on coffee, quite the opposite. But it was a high anyway. My grandfather would be up at 5 30 am for his coffee and if I happened to be up studying feverishly for an exam, I'd get a cuppa too! And I would like to take this opportunity many years later to thank the Coffee God for making me pass all those exams. I owe you one. OK, many.
Then came the advent of Cafe Coffee Day and Barista and the rest of the cafe jingbang. My first sip of cappuccino was a revelation. Hmmmmm...so there are different ways of making coffee too. And then there has been no looking back. But my favourite is the South Indian version which my mum and several other mums make. I've become a total coffee junkie. One of my closest friends is a thorough coffee junkie too. And she totally understands why I have to have a shot of caffeine first thing in the morning, wherever the hell I am, to even begin to think. Ambika - hi5!
I've tried so many different types of coffee. My ideal pastime would be to sit at a cafe in Vienna, drink coffee and blog. And I sure as hell want to try out Kopi Luwak at the Shangri-la. Perhaps if I saved all that money, I could have probably bought a house in bloody Bombay. Well, no regrets. I ain't taking any house back with me, but I sure as hell have enjoyed a zillion cups of coffee !
Long time since I read one of your blogs. Amazing, and fun to read, as always -- Rohan
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Haha.. You got it spot on. Drink boost and trapeze your way to IIT Madras. If ever you go on a coffee tasting tour (especially to all the darshinis in madras), please give me a shout :-)
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