Coffee

A fig for partridges and quails,ye dainties I know nothing of ye;But on the highest mount in Wales Would choose in peace to drink my coffee. ~Jonathon Swift This post is solely dedicated to the queen of all beverages known to me, the quintessential coffee! Amma’s cup:Colour : Dark BrownSugar : Just right , not to sweet , not too bitterContainer : Tumbler + DabaraHer Mood : Grumpy (I need to get back to work after this , tch tch ) Dad’s cup :Colour : Pitch Black (perhaps a word that could describe black better?)Sugar : 3 grainsContainer : Neat looking china cup(with no chips/stains)His Mood : Happy (Let see what the little one has to say !) Altoid’s cupColour : Light brown (Very Very light , like...

Voice from the past

Yesterday was one of those days, depressing, boring and yet another of those “what the hell am I doing in this hell-hole working for these monsters” kinda days . Come 8:20PM the east-indian security guard blared over the intercom (his 30 seconds of fame for the day) “Kompany transport will leeb in onother phibe mineets” . I shoved my unused pad and pen into the cabinet ,beats me why I set it aside EVERY single day , a vain hope that one fine day , I would be jotting down ideas for a Nobel prize winning thesis? Heehaw! Ok, now the cabinet is my manager’s head... I gave it a resound kick, clapped my hands, there, that felt better, life’s all about venting ones anger on inanimate objects and unassuming friends. Just as I loaded my play list,...