No more Coffee
I would not goto Coffee houses, I dont like them, the ambience is awesome, the people are rich, coffee’s are fattenning (not like i care) but the company and the thoughts that would freely flow can be obstructed, thats the main problem with places like these, gladly i did find a pal with whom I could make a decent coffee table conversation, my hope in Bangalore that would help me in nothing but finding myself through the web of illogicity. More than anything one thing I would acknowledge that Coffee places with all fancy books for menu’s and furniture out of Star Trek, always seemed to have just one effect on me, NOTHING. These places exist because people still discover them, haunt them and make way for newer people, I have nothing to do with these places, neither will I say, that i wont enjoy them, but there’s a certain sense of stupidity in the air, specially with the CD on repeat, if you’ve stayed for long in a coffee place, U’ll know that not all places tune into a station from Worldspace and help the listener to relax, they just want your wallet to rest itself, sandwich between the comfort cushion and your butt, that makes one feel comfortable, the feeling of forgetting what your wallet does to your butt is comforting, but scary at the same time, thats why I take it out and keep it under the desk in the class, the keys, the watch, chewing gums, etc etc all go there, I like my pockets empty, thats why, I realised that your pockets can be empty for the while, you are static, on the move, you need things and need to check yourself with them, on an average day, you can walk back to the class from the parking lot and claim your things, but in coffee places, they would disappear faster than what a second would do on your clock. Nevertheless, it’s worth trying, well, I think I will sometime.
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What joy could a coffee place bring more than the knowledge update process of fashion and making oneself realise how under-dressed they are or how many more pounds do they have to look like Aishwarya Rai clone, the best part is I have these thoughts too, but the moment, the coffee is on the table, I forget it all, i forget what it means to be a little overflowing out of the chair and I relax to assume, this is possibly the best moment of the day, the brown’s the green’s the red’s all mixed, mashed and dressed with white cream from head to toe, worse the glass’es inner walls are also decorated by using a special technique of chocolate pouring that would ashame a new age artist, what would happen to originality, there’s possibly a new art form, hidden within those glass walls, best part is the art is hidden in every second of its consumption and existence, the traces of fat, cream, lips, hand prints, all add up to the beauty, every single second of it, all this when you are not concentrating on the other person and know that the jabber is everyday possible and today is no special day, except that the glass cup right infront of you is a marvel of glass producing technology with no sense of ergonomics and right there, you decide to forget it all and show people un-consciously how well you can handle a cup with a handle at the bottom and make it look you’re doing the coolest thing in the world being there at that particular day, at that particular time.
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The people are the part of the process, I see everything, trust me when i say that, Bangalore gives a scope to the virgin eyes to land upon the sensual parts that would otherwise put one to shame or make want to turn away their heads, but then it they want to, you should not mind being an audience for them and the worse part if you go tell them that they look stunning or look like “My next wife” they’ll freak out and call the cops instead of offering you more caffeine hoping to listen to more such stuff, it’s all weird and wired, one wants it, but when faces it, gets scared and seeks help, so whats the point ? The low waists, deep cuts to chests, no sense making tops (to be read as wrongly inclined tops), accessories (these things will steal the jobs of artists oneday!), glasses, Oh glasses, these are the real things one would want to show off, come in all shapes and sizes, square, rectangle, irresponsible oval, semi confused broad frames, multi-layered single inched glasses, invisible machine tools, shades of black, shades of fading black from top to bottom, I’m waiting to see a bottom to top one!, thin frames, thick frames, dual coloured frames, no frames (Yeah, who thought only Morpheus can wear them, you can too, just dont forget looking into the mirror) and what not, the glasses are an integral part of hiding your identity more than the necessity of the scientific wonders that have been imbibed in them for eye protection, its more of matching the lace of my left shoe’s tip, so I’d wear it types.
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Coffee Houses, the wonder of having them in popular roads is all this, you see sense in all the senseless activities and conclude the sense of having all these is being senseless enough to try to make some sense out of people’s common sense. Aaah, here’s my multi-coloured coffee. Phew !
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P.s – I’ll miss you Madhu, Good Luck.
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