The Barista Cult
NOte:..Plzz...spare mee Frnds For ma crude way of writing ....
The ceiling.... fan above me twirls languidly... dangling…
swaying from.. the embossed tin.... ceiling from a century ago
loping shadows.... cut the.... muted fluorescence... from twelve feet...This Is what...Why u wud Sniff
ur nose when Such A Blast of caffeine Laced Aroma..Wud make Ur Senses ...Go On a Home Run
for One Big Question.."Where Am I??"...And The Very Next Second ...The MOst Gracious wicked
...and Smartest ...Of 'em All(Obviously Vision)..Wud mAke U Realize ..."u Are in a coffee
Shop u ...Son Of a Bitch!!"..Makin U..Impatient...bout.."Why u got carried Away By ur Nose
??"..Now Dear..Friends Tats The Saga of the World's most favourite beverage ..And Sipping
tat In Barista -LavAzza..Is An All time Ultimate experience ..For Any..Coffee Lover's Like
Us ..SO As they Say ..."No one can understand the truth until he drinks of coffee's frothy
goodness"....So lemme Have Sip...I sip ..i Think ..I sip i think..sippp sippp
sippp...Ahh..Ecstacy Filling ..all Over..So Here i am In Pune ...nooked In The Most
Favourite Hot Stop In the Town ..So Its Like In Barista...they have ThIs Custom..Of Wat
They Call As ..4M's As
La Macchina-The Machine
La Miscela-The Blending
LA Macinatura-The Grinding
LA Manualita'-Your Touch..
Craming these ghostly jargons ..Still amused by the
fact tat ..not even a iota of tat crap was smelled by ma brain veins ...i rugged the place
to find a cozy seat ....right in the corner of a hut tat Surrounded the main cafe lounge
area...i have not been to a "Cafe"..before so i was bit like enchanted by its Ambience
...the dim lights ,cushioned sofas,identical furniture ...wallpapered were the planes makin
the scene to Grow ..u know "Itlay-alive" Surrounding the Hut were These ...beach Umbrellas
...wid distinctive square tops ..glossed wid Sacred "Bhagwa color"..which sheltered ...A
number of Shrewed humans becoz ...everytime i tried to look at em they just Turned
back..peeked over their skin....and ma vision Communicated wid ma Brain ..."Are they
foreigner's??"...i gLanced sideways ...to find a Couple caressing each other...Ma brain
Responded ..."Yes definitely they are!!"...they Always stay in herds..!!
i Appreciated the upholstery of Chair Wid ma posteriors and ordered a cappuccino...fiddled over ma lapi a bit ...to show everyone..tat i was there wid a purpose in ma head ,when this kreacher(Hp fame) entered through the tinted door..he or rather she was odd ...a beard on chin ..fatty ..streamed 3/4ths ...baby pink Shirt..kohl in eyes ..Insane looks..Ma vision gained access to ma brain ..."Is She/he is an eunuch??"...ma Brain ..Argued .."An eunuch wid a beard..Are u nuts ??"...mA vision's counter reply.."wat is there before me ..i told u ..??"...ma brain lampooned .."Shave Nai kara hoga"..i giggled ..over em ..i laughed ...i
sipped ...sipp...sipp ...ahhhhhh..Novel Aficionados ...Are not rare and same was the
case...here also ..they could be seen ..engulfed in those ..camouflaged corners...
Aloofness dominating em like an overhead...i gave ma Vision ....rest for the day ...And was again .Lookin At ...ma excerpts which i wrote ...in the About me ..Section of orkut...
I have found out, over the past several years, that one of the hardest things to do is to be honest with myself. And even writing this out is so difficult…
Nonsense, in fact, is a very difficult thing- it lasts, but a while!!
A fair realization of the incredible degree of diversity I follow, appeals! - For me, it's all the experiences that I've been through, the good and the bad, the happy and the sad, the laughter and the tears, the friends and the jerks, the black and the white... everything; - Struggling to be restored to the place where it belongs!! I'd like to know more stuff, but probably can't be bothered to find out.
Important? Yes! Critical? Absolutely. I would go so far as to say that…
Once a man has changed the relationship between himself and his environment, he cannot return to the blissful ignorance he left. Motion, of necessity, involves a change in perspective. Theories, for me, are judged by the coherence they lend to our natural experience and the simplicity with which they do so... For, if you can control the meaning of words, you can control the people who must use the words.
And all of it is alive with the hideous vitality of things that have organized themselves amid disorganization. I'm a proactive daydreamer, inactive achiever. Trilingual, Metrosexual, Polyphonic- and all of it bottoms up!
My head is in the clouds, but my feet are well grounded. I love to dance. Laughter is definitely the elixir that cures all ills.
And for those who fall in love every Monday, and those who don't, and those who might - One of the most dangerous things you can ask for when it comes to love, is a warranty card!!
It's been a long time since I saw the moon...
