So I went to German bakery today, still searching for THE coffee. And turns out, the coffee's not bad. Not perfect but very close to it. I had a cappucino with a chocolate doughnut and then a coffee cream cake with no coffee flavour in it. I had a great time. Stuffed myself silly and didn't find IT but no regrets :D
So it continues...
Monday, November 16, 2009
The perfect coffee
The perfect coffee. It can be magic and no, I’m not talking about the company. I am talking about that one completely perfect cup of coffee. That perfect blend of strong, sweet and milky. That is what I’m looking for. I’ve made it a quest to discover my perfect cup of coffee here in Pune. And if it is cheap, then nothing like it. True South Indian filter coffee is definitely the best, but I am willing to settle for anything else that matches up.
Getting that perfect blend is an art. It takes skill to brew that coffee. That coffee which can sweep you off your feet. It does things to you, a good cup of coffee. It warms you up from the very core. It can make a headache disappear. It can literally carry you away with its flavour. It can make your taste buds dance to its tune; literally create music. It can make the worst day better. It is the perfect companion on a cloudy day. It is a good book’s best friend. It can be as great as a big hug. It’s well, beautiful.
I’ve tasted coffee at 6 places so far. The coffee at the college canteen comes from a machine and it’s not great but it’s cheap. The coffee from Fasos also comes from a machine, costs only 7 rupees and is actually quite good, but it’s not IT. The coffee at Kalyani veg, a south Indian restaurant, cost around 15 rupees and was strong but watery. Venkatraman came highly recommended but disappointed; the coffee was bland and a disgrace to south Indian coffee. Cafe Coffee Day’s cappuccino came very close to that perfection. It was a little heavy on the pocket though. The coffee at St. Laurn, a hotel at Koregaon Park was again bad.
I was so desperate to satisfy my coffee craving that I actually walked into Cafe coffee day and had a blonde moment. I walked in with my friends and then wondered out loud, "would they have coffee here?" Yes, I did it, but I meant the perfect coffee and just forgot to mention it :D
There are many more places to go and I will not rest till I’ve found my perfect coffee. Till I’ve experienced that blend which can play havoc with my taste buds, magic in a cup.
I will keep updating as to my progress.
May the force be with me :D
Getting that perfect blend is an art. It takes skill to brew that coffee. That coffee which can sweep you off your feet. It does things to you, a good cup of coffee. It warms you up from the very core. It can make a headache disappear. It can literally carry you away with its flavour. It can make your taste buds dance to its tune; literally create music. It can make the worst day better. It is the perfect companion on a cloudy day. It is a good book’s best friend. It can be as great as a big hug. It’s well, beautiful.
I’ve tasted coffee at 6 places so far. The coffee at the college canteen comes from a machine and it’s not great but it’s cheap. The coffee from Fasos also comes from a machine, costs only 7 rupees and is actually quite good, but it’s not IT. The coffee at Kalyani veg, a south Indian restaurant, cost around 15 rupees and was strong but watery. Venkatraman came highly recommended but disappointed; the coffee was bland and a disgrace to south Indian coffee. Cafe Coffee Day’s cappuccino came very close to that perfection. It was a little heavy on the pocket though. The coffee at St. Laurn, a hotel at Koregaon Park was again bad.
I was so desperate to satisfy my coffee craving that I actually walked into Cafe coffee day and had a blonde moment. I walked in with my friends and then wondered out loud, "would they have coffee here?" Yes, I did it, but I meant the perfect coffee and just forgot to mention it :D
There are many more places to go and I will not rest till I’ve found my perfect coffee. Till I’ve experienced that blend which can play havoc with my taste buds, magic in a cup.
I will keep updating as to my progress.
May the force be with me :D
Friday, November 6, 2009
Her
Sameer Dattani gave me the concept and asked me to build something around it. I tried my best and this is what I could come up with.
I close my eyes
And find her
Her eyes
Her smile
Her fingers
Picture perfect.
Her image etched on the back of my eyelids.
An image
Created bit by bit,
Colour added slowly
Over time.
Drop by drop
Tint by tint
Fermented like wine.
As she grew closer
As she made her way in
Promising never to leave.
The picture,
I held so close to me.
The perfection
I believed existed.
But then she changed.
The image no longer the same.
The image still dear,
But dearer than her.
Flawless as marble.
As fleeting as a gust of wind,
But as permanent as the sky.
The admiration faded away
The flaws stood out like white on black.
The love died away
And she left
Just like that she left,
Leaving a hole
Where she had once promised to stay.
But the picture remained
She was long gone
But the picture stayed
As clear as crystal
Still flawless,
Her beauty still spellbinding.
But that is what she became,
A PICTURE.
I close my eyes
And find her
Her eyes
Her smile
Her fingers
Picture perfect.
Her image etched on the back of my eyelids.
An image
Created bit by bit,
Colour added slowly
Over time.
Drop by drop
Tint by tint
Fermented like wine.
As she grew closer
As she made her way in
Promising never to leave.
The picture,
I held so close to me.
The perfection
I believed existed.
But then she changed.
The image no longer the same.
The image still dear,
But dearer than her.
Flawless as marble.
As fleeting as a gust of wind,
But as permanent as the sky.
The admiration faded away
The flaws stood out like white on black.
The love died away
And she left
Just like that she left,
Leaving a hole
Where she had once promised to stay.
But the picture remained
She was long gone
But the picture stayed
As clear as crystal
Still flawless,
Her beauty still spellbinding.
But that is what she became,
A PICTURE.
Selflessness
Being different is the in thing. Everyone wants to be abstract, weird, random. It’s not COOL to be plain. It’s not COOL to be sober.
I wonder, in this rush to be different, aren’t we all alike? In the very fundamental desire to be unique, aren’t we all similar? Is there really a person out there who is completely unique? I think not; because at the very core we are all exactly the same. All of our relationships are need based. All of us are desperate for acceptance.
We can cry ourselves hoarse saying our relationships are selfless, but that doesn’t change the inherent fact that we NEED social contact. The whole concept of selfless love seems unbelievable to me because the very fact that you call it selfless proves it is selfish. Selfish because you NEED to tell yourself it’s true. Selfish because you NEED it to be true. Selfish because you NEED it to be selfless.
I wonder, in this rush to be different, aren’t we all alike? In the very fundamental desire to be unique, aren’t we all similar? Is there really a person out there who is completely unique? I think not; because at the very core we are all exactly the same. All of our relationships are need based. All of us are desperate for acceptance.
We can cry ourselves hoarse saying our relationships are selfless, but that doesn’t change the inherent fact that we NEED social contact. The whole concept of selfless love seems unbelievable to me because the very fact that you call it selfless proves it is selfish. Selfish because you NEED to tell yourself it’s true. Selfish because you NEED it to be true. Selfish because you NEED it to be selfless.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Random observations
Random observations I've made. I know I'm stating the obvious.
Beware of someone who's being unusually nice to you. It usually means they need something from you.
Highs are very high and then lows hit. They're the worst.
People are unpredictable. Very unpredictable.
A person's mind is a maze you do not want to enter. Because if you do, there's no way you can find your way out.
Good music and good books can be great friends. The best things when you don't want people around you because they take you to a world where things aren't as bad as they really are.
Walking is more than an exercise. It's a great way to think. But then too much thinking is never good either.
Beware of someone who's being unusually nice to you. It usually means they need something from you.
Highs are very high and then lows hit. They're the worst.
People are unpredictable. Very unpredictable.
A person's mind is a maze you do not want to enter. Because if you do, there's no way you can find your way out.
Good music and good books can be great friends. The best things when you don't want people around you because they take you to a world where things aren't as bad as they really are.
Walking is more than an exercise. It's a great way to think. But then too much thinking is never good either.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Finally something :)
Finally wrote something which I think is worth putting up.
You know how things can bite you in the arse? Trust is one of those things. It can come back and haunt you. Don’t give it away easily. Once you let it go, it can wreak all kinds of havoc. It can mess with your head. It makes you hope it’s a release from loneliness. It makes you believe, that you can’t, won’t be hurt. Nope. Trust can hurt; it can hurt so bad that nothing else matters. Trust gone wrong, trust misplaced, is the worst thing you can do to yourself. Because the pain is not physical, it’s mental, which is worse. It can make you want to kick yourself. Misplaced, broken trust is what starts the whole chain of doubt and questions.
So don’t let anyone know you better than you know yourself. Always, always keep your guard up because letting someone in can be the biggest mistake you ever make. Don’t let someone touch you so much that when they leave you can’t take it. Don’t let them in so much that when they go, you feel like a fool because that feeling does not feel good.
Trust – it can bite you hard..
You know how things can bite you in the arse? Trust is one of those things. It can come back and haunt you. Don’t give it away easily. Once you let it go, it can wreak all kinds of havoc. It can mess with your head. It makes you hope it’s a release from loneliness. It makes you believe, that you can’t, won’t be hurt. Nope. Trust can hurt; it can hurt so bad that nothing else matters. Trust gone wrong, trust misplaced, is the worst thing you can do to yourself. Because the pain is not physical, it’s mental, which is worse. It can make you want to kick yourself. Misplaced, broken trust is what starts the whole chain of doubt and questions.
So don’t let anyone know you better than you know yourself. Always, always keep your guard up because letting someone in can be the biggest mistake you ever make. Don’t let someone touch you so much that when they leave you can’t take it. Don’t let them in so much that when they go, you feel like a fool because that feeling does not feel good.
Trust – it can bite you hard..
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Envy
It's not constructed right. And I still have to modify it.
It always hurts when someone gets more attention than you.
It’s childish, and it’s immature
But it still hurts
Envy always creeps in.
And how much ever you want to,
You just can’t stop.
Every negative thought you have,
You regret,
But you can’t stop
And all those old feelings
That you thought you grew out of
That you thought you left behind
Come rushing right back
And they still sting, as much as they did then
All those feelings of insecurity
Which you know mean absolutely nothing
Come right back
You can’t help it
And you hate it
But they’re there..
And they eat you up from inside
Slowly, surely
Little by little.
It always hurts when someone gets more attention than you.
It’s childish, and it’s immature
But it still hurts
Envy always creeps in.
And how much ever you want to,
You just can’t stop.
Every negative thought you have,
You regret,
But you can’t stop
And all those old feelings
That you thought you grew out of
That you thought you left behind
Come rushing right back
And they still sting, as much as they did then
All those feelings of insecurity
Which you know mean absolutely nothing
Come right back
You can’t help it
And you hate it
But they’re there..
And they eat you up from inside
Slowly, surely
Little by little.
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