The Passion of the Caffeine

This month in Dehradoon I rekindled an old flame. Coffee.

The truth is that I find it difficult to get decent coffee inside the campus of IIT Kharagpur (at least when you live in the Madan Mohan Malviya Hall of Residence). You are either stuck with some weird synthetic high-sugar stuff handed to you by the Nescafe guys (not to mention the paper cups) or have to carry your ass to the Veggies / Eggies restaurant to sit about fifteen minutes for something slightly less shitty. And I, trust me, do not want to get started on the detergent-smelling coffee we were served inside the MMM mess.

As a coffee freak, the mug is as important to me as the coffee. I (naturally) prefer a large mug, in earth colors. Right now I am sipping from a beautiful hand-painted light-brown mug I picked up a year and a half ago from a national trader’s fair thing in Dehradoon. I actually carried this thing to Kharagpur – too bad I never got to use it!

As far as the brew is concerned I love the plain Nescafe (this is not an advertisement, I am just voicing my personal opinions). And by plain I mean plain, not fuckin 30 % chicory bullshit. And I like it strong, about one heaped tablespoon per cup.

I have learned a lot in my one year stint in Kharagpur – not take-notes-in-the-classroom learning but download-video-lectures-from-dc-and-actually-make-some-good-use-of-the-internet learning. But now I sit in front of my terminal, listening to Dylan and Rammstein (I know I’m weird), sipping an unusually strong brew of coffee, my legs completely sore from today’s workout, typing code (well not exactly, but that’s what I was doing few minutes ago) I feel myself reconnecting with a part of me which I had lost – a part of myself I had abandoned. That will not happen again. I will not let that happen again.

There! My first non-technical post.