Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Coffee Break

My strong aromatic coffee is tingling my senses. Going by the word 'aroma' we relate some many things which at times surprises us. The soft bread which i can at times smell from my neighbors kitchen reminds me of the hurried school time when my mother used to make them before she rushed us for school. The smell instantly transforms me to my school going years which are the golden years of our lives. Carefree lives, fun with friends and cousins except for the dreaded word 'examination'. Oh how i wish the word would have never existed, life would have been like a free fall. Fun, exciting, adventurous. No nail biting stressful times. Peace would have been another family member. Lol!

My love for coffee isn't very old so haven't developed many memories but with times to come, i am sure i will have a story to share as well. It will be partially incorrect if i say that i don't a story about coffee. I remember my first visit to the coffee giant Starbucks. Standing in the queue i was trying hard to go through the board and decide what i would like to order but even before i could make up my mind it was my turn to order. I was almost stammering with my choices and asked the guys help. The confident guy confused me to a certain extent and i was still left with too many choices. Poor people who were already standing for their turn were almost fuming. After lot of choices and disagreements i finally ordered. Please do not ask me what i ordered. The after shock was terrible. The tall coffee was too hard to gulp down. I was almost in tears with my poor choice. The accompaniments of cookies and shortbread somehow saved me to take a few sips. I am sure the guy who took my order was surprised by my unusual order. His smile was enough to get the signal. After an abhorrent cup of coffee i almost swore never to have another coffee until a friend of mine helped me. She is blessed with a fine taste of coffee and wine and her tips have helped me and indeed i have come a long way since then.

As i said we all have some story or a memory attached with something in our day to day lives. A smell, a sudden gush of air is enough to take us down the memory lane. In our mad busy lives we dont have the time to sit and look back. By the way i am done with my coffee for the day. Anyone still sipping? If so enjoy!!!

Sunday, June 10, 2012


There is absolute no denying the fact that women on any calendar day love to go for shopping unless something invincibly stops them. Over the few years when i have started to sense or appreciate fashion i have been loyal to few brands which i simply swear by. Now the term 'brand' doesn't mean high end fashion wear. We all have our favorites, perhaps there are some people who listen to our desires and knows that their clothes certainly gives us a psychological amelioration. There is absolutely no wrong to to constantly experiment with our looks until and unless we look incongruous.

Today was one such day when i decided to ditch my favorites for the day and try something deviating. Upon a suggestion by some friend i along with my family went to visit the mall. The inviting ambiance, the chromatic decor almost gravitated me towards those stores. I was happy to ruffle my fingers across the hangers which were holding plethora of clothes. I almost fell in love with  all the pieces that were there in the store. Phew, the major blow came to me when my eyes caught the prices. No, they were not expensive but overtly expensive for me. A lady standing next to me offered help with the choice of clothes which i thought i politely refused. Another middle aged lady who seemed to be in a hurry picked up a few ensembles whose prices she didn't even bother to check and rushed through the counter. My dream shop broke my dream.

I found some solace sipping my favorite shake and occupying a commodious sofa right in front of the store. Sipping it my heart asked my mind perhaps a thousand questions. Did my failure to buy make me sad or angry or irritated or jealous of the people who were happily buying them? Well, my mind is mature enough to handle my plummeting heart. Why does the desire of getting more increases with every single day? My mind reminded me of a small word which i had forgotten when i was going through those upheaval of emotions: contentment. Where did i lose it?

Contentment is the greatest asset. When our proclivity to get increases we forget to enjoy the simple pleasures of life. My shopping experience was an insinuation of the fact that contentment was going out from my mind. Being content with what we have gives us the greatest strength in times of distress. Nobody has everything in life but we all have our present, so why ruin it envying somebody else s wardrobe (kidding)? I may not have the best dresses but satisfaction is my dress and my smile is my makeup. No matter how gullible i may sound this incident has taught me to be loyal to my loyal s who keep me beautiful and smiling (chuckles).

Life is too short to ruminate over such petty things but nevertheless lessons learnt should never be forgotten. It certainly isn't a sign of good student! Hey, my shake is over. Time for some refill....