Sunday, March 30, 2025

A Cup of Nostalgia: My Journey with Coffee

I’ve always been a coffee person. Tea and I never really got along. The few times I tried it, I couldn’t quite appreciate the taste. But life has its way of making you adapt, especially when you don’t have a choice. Growing up in a convent boarding school, I was forced to drink tea. The nuns believed in discipline, and as a girl, you were expected to adjust to everything without question. It was a cliché line we heard at least once a day—something today’s kids would probably roll their eyes at.

But let’s leave tea behind and get back to my love for coffee.

In my home, everyone drank tea. I, on the other hand, was a Complan girl. Yes, the very same drink that promised to make us "taller, stronger, and sharper." My summer vacations, however, were spent at my mother’s ancestral home, where I discovered a whole new world of flavors. It was there that I first saw my aunt sipping black coffee with jaggery—each sip followed by a bite of the golden sweetener. There was something mesmerizing about the way she did it, like a sacred ritual after a long morning of chores.

My mother’s home was a classic farmer’s household—alive with the scent of freshly turned soil, the hum of daily farm activities, and the warmth of family. Mornings began before dawn, with the fields coming to life—paddy swaying in the breeze, rows of banana and rubber plantations, cocoa and nutmeg trees standing tall. The courtyard was always bustling with workers, each engaged in different tasks. We, the carefree cousins, would run around, disrupting their work, earning scoldings from grandpa for playing with rice and peas. Those were the golden days.

And amidst all that, my aunt’s coffee stood out. That was my first real introduction to coffee.

Yet, my mother never made coffee for me. It remained a distant curiosity, tucked away in my taste buds, waiting for the right time to resurface. It wasn’t until my undergraduate days that I started drinking it myself. My options were limited to black coffee, regular milk coffee, and, of course, Bru—the instant coffee that defined an entire generation.

Bru wasn’t just coffee; it was luxury. It was the expensive, treasured jar that only made its way to the table when guests arrived. Sneaking a cup without my mother’s permission was nearly impossible. The rich aroma, the deep flavor—it felt like pure heaven.

Then came Chennai, the city that expanded my coffee horizons. Moving there for my post-graduation was overwhelming. Everything felt new, fast, and unfamiliar—until I met Aarti. She was my guardian angel, the one who made the transition easier. She was also the one who bought me my first cappuccino. Until then, I had only known coffee in its simplest forms, but that frothy cup introduced me to an entirely new world.

From there, there was no turning back. I explored every café I could, trying different types of coffee—espresso, Americano, macchiato, mocha, cold brew, and even the fancy caramel frappuccinos. Each one had its own charm, its own story to tell.

And just last month, coffee took me on another nostalgic journey.

We had traveled to Anakkulam, a serene hill station, where I stumbled upon a cup of coffee that transported me straight back to my childhood. It tasted exactly like the one my aunt used to make. I couldn’t resist—I had to know more. I learned that the coffee was cultivated by the local tribes, taken to the only mill in the area, and ground into a pure, unadulterated powder. No added flavors, just the raw, strong aroma of freshly ground coffee beans.

I brought some back home. Now, every morning, as I sip that coffee, I’m reminded of those childhood summers, of my aunt’s quiet coffee ritual, of the farm buzzing with life. It’s amazing how a single cup can hold so many memories.

But my coffee journey doesn’t end here. It never will. Because for a coffee lover, every cup is a new story waiting to be brewed.

Saturday, March 29, 2025

The Struggles of Buying a Stamp Paper in the Digital Age


There was a time when buying a stamp paper was a straightforward process. You would visit a vendor, stand in a queue, and eventually get what you needed. It wasn’t the most convenient process, but at least it was predictable. However, with the shift to digital services, what was meant to ease the process has ironically made it even more cumbersome.
 
In our state, stamp papers are now issued online, a move intended to reduce manual intervention and improve accessibility. But in reality, it has become a nightmare for the common people. The official website frequently goes down, leaving users frustrated and uncertain about when it will be functional again. Even when the site does work, only a limited number of stamp papers are made available daily. The intention might have been to make the process smoother, but the reality on the ground tells a different story.
 
People from various walks of life rely on stamp papers for essential agreements—rental agreements, indemnity bonds, MoUs, and countless other legal documents. But instead of streamlining the process, digitization has created long, uncertain waiting periods. Today, I arrived at the designated center at 8:15 AM, only to find myself in a never-ending queue. Hours later, I managed to find a seat, but I still have no idea how much longer I’ll have to wait.
 
This is the struggle of the middle class—constantly adapting to changes that are supposed to simplify life but often end up adding more hurdles. Authorities roll out digital services with good intentions, but without proper infrastructure and planning, they often become more of a burden than a benefit. When will the system truly change for the better? When will efficiency and accessibility be more than just promises?
 
For now, we wait. And wait. Just like we always do.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Why Twitter Works for News???



I am an active tweep and do tweet every day. I tweet a little bit of quotations, thoughts and some interesting things. Even though I track my fellow tweeps’ tweets, I never realized the active participation of most of them till last week. Some of them tweet regularly and others will be idle for all the day. (Sometimes, I too belong to the idle group who just reads others’ tweets)

One day, I happened to see Burkha Dutt’s tweet on Hyderabad Air Crash# and did retweet it. It amazed me that suddenly people started asking me questions related to this incident as if am reporting from the accident spot. I waited for other authentic tweets to answer my fellow tweeps’ queries. Also the # tag helped me to track people who were tweeting on this particular incident. The period of diffusion of the news was unbelievable. I checked a few news website out of curiosity, but the tweet world was ahead of them with new updates. I realized the factor that, more than a status application, now it is being used as a first alert mechanism for the dissemination of news and for immediate discussion surrounding that news.

Next day it was nithyantha# ruled the twitter world. I just clicked on nithyantha# and it led me to whole lot information which will be difficult to collect in a limited period of time. People were retweeting the scandal with an urge to inform the world about such fake saints.

The twitter world amazes me a lot by its over growing popularity and people adapt it so quickly. When I was actually introduced to twitter by Ganesh, I found it as an arduous task to understand and recognize the features and functionalities of twitter. Now it has become the trend and other social sites were beaten by twitter because of its simplicity. There are plenty of desktop and mobile applications which will help you to tweet according to your choice. The interesting thing is that it won’t consume much of your time, also help you to develop your multi tasking ability :)

Actually what I wanted to share with you is that rapid dissemination is occurring through twitter these days. It has become a serious platform for discussion and news dissemination and it does get a great amount of coverage. I was just wondering why???

Why Twitter???

Quick: The information will reach you fast. Actually you can find most of the journalists, bloggers, writers and even big companies in twitter and they do maintain a twitter account and tweet actively and disseminate information. I am sure they are going to push twitter to mainstream soon.

Simple: the 140 characters make it simple as a text message. Tweet gives you the chance to listen to the news in context.

Easy: Twitter has smartly developed a large set of tools that help people use the service. This makes it easier for people to get content on Twitter in the manner most convenient and most comfortable to them.

Interactive: unlike any other medium it allows conversation. It does encourage feedback. Most of the political leaders and celebrities are interacting with people without any hesitation.

I would like to borrow Ruffini’s thoughts as my closing thought, “Twitter is built for the new news cycle. Traditional news operated on a 24-hour cycle. Blogs shortened this to minutes and hours. Twitter shortens it further to seconds," he writes. "It's not right for every piece of information. It's certainly not well suited for longer analysis. But when it comes to instantly assembling raw data from several sources that then go into fully baked news stories, nothing beats it."

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Friday, January 29, 2010

The five point THREE IDIOTS!!!



I recently watched the block buster flick 3 idiots. I can say, this is one of the over hyped movies which met my expectation. This is again an adaptation from one of Chetan Bhagat’s chicklits called Five Point Someone. This was his debut book and a best seller. Usually the ‘fiction to film’ stuff irritates. But, this one......Good work Mr. Hirani!!!

I read the book as soon as it was released, good, funny and light stuff. I really wanted to see the book on the reel. At last that did happen in a grand way.

As everyone knows, recently the movie and its creators were hit by a credit controversy. The so-called percentage controversy did a great job to boost the movie and book sale. 3 idiots interested the media for quite some time. It did get a wide reach than the promotion stunts. Easy PR ;)

Even though, the director said the movie is an adaptation (now they want to call it as initiation) of the FPS, I felt that only the thread was taken. Off course the main characters added and some eliminated. That’s the way it is for any adaptation. The hype was really high to promote the movie. Print, broadcast and online ads were flooding. I don’t think there was any need to publicize it so much coz movie goers always accept good movies whole heartedly. You would be thinking why I am talking about promotion which is a universal practice. That’s true, but the buzz is that, to diminish the Chetan effect, they publicized it in a larger level. This caught the media’s attention beforehand and when the controversy actually hit the roof it was a hot cake for our country’s fourth estate.

Mr. Bhagat penned in his website that "The setting, characters, plotline, dramatic twists and turns, one-liners, theme, message - almost all aspects that make up the story are from FPS. Yes, there are some changes, any adaptation requires that - but it is no way an original story. Leading movie critics have privately admitted to me that the film is 70% the book. Still, don't take my word for it - go read the book, watch the film." We tend to believe him when he comes up with the minute details. But when you read the creators’ point of view, you will nod for their arguments too. The spectators like us just take it as an instinct to watch movie/read book. What else can we do?;)

Anyway, the media, creators and the author utilized the percentage controversy. But was he really trying to take away the credit? The media came up with all possible answers. I strongly feel that it was a publicity stunt. Nobody defamed but profited in a larger level. The movie hit the box office and the book is out of stock.:) All is well!!!

Friday, January 22, 2010

Lucky / Unlucky???

Luck??? I always wonder what it exactly means. My wiki hunt led me to a statement which is not at all compelling, “A belief in good or bad fortune in life caused by accident or chance which happens beyond a person's control”. Sounds interesting but don’t you think it is too much for a customary word?? (personal opinion). I agree with the belief part alone coz belief is the property of oneself. Your belief is you, you are your belief. Keep believing! (Courtesy: Ganesh)

Hmmm...It’s so easy to justify things on the basis of luck or bad luck. (Kind of escapism, right?) But people do take it granted. I am quite unsure about the existence of luck. Rather, I don’t want to believe that. My rational mind forces me to consider that luck is just a state of mind coz I am known for my bad luck. Many of us worry a lot for the unstable and unexpected causes in our life. Is it really an outcome of luck?

I tweeted my query regarding this and did receive many interesting replies. All replies were confirming to me that luck does exist. I never thought it in that way. One of my tweeps pointed out that many people are not worthy enough for what they get. That’s true…so I have been forced to believe that luck exists. Otherwise what we call this phenomenon??

Luck happens when opportunity meets preparation. How can we prepare for luck? Difficult question……. I don’t think any preparation is really going into luck. Probably I can say, it just exists now and then to remind us its existence!!!

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Love you Mom!!!


I miss you mom.... I miss you so badly.....

I never thought you will leave me and go....

Why did you go so soon from my life???

When I saw you still, I was broken and I cried hardly to make you awake from your sleep. But you never heard me. You didn’t respond to me. You were asleep. I could hear the funeral song which was playing in that eerie atmosphere. I tried to understand the meaning of the song. It sounded to me like a story. An angel came and asked my mom to follow him; he didn’t even give her the time to prepare. She begged him saying about her husband and kids, but the angel was so cruel it didn’t allow my mom to say good bye to us.

My tears became meaningless when I understood that you will never come back. I felt my life came to an end. Then I realized I am still living without you. I never thought about death so seriously. I have witnessed deaths of my relatives, friends, and strangers. But I never thought this monster will come to my family.

Now I am realizing the instability of the life. We are running behind so many worldly things without understanding our destiny.

Mom, I want you....

Please come back...please...coz I love you so much...

Monday, December 14, 2009

TWO STATES!!!


I am an honest fan of Chetan Bhagat and his writings. More than an Indian English Writer, I would prefer to call him as the king of chick lit novels. Chick lit novels actually gained their popularity only after Chetan’s Five Point Someone was released. I can say People developed a liking for this genre through his books. The “shift from classics to light stuff” really happened during this time. Many people like me started picking his books for leisure reading.

I read his TWO STATES recently. This book is the latest to his list. A blurb in the back side of the book caught my attention. Probably I would have related it to my life ;)

Love marriages around the world are simple:
Boy loves girl. Girl loves boy.
They get married.


In India, there are a few more steps:
Boy loves Girl. Girl loves Boy.
Girl's family has to love boy. Boy's family has to love girl.
Girl's Family has to love Boy's Family. Boy's family has to love girl's family.
Girl and Boy still love each other. They get married.


I would like to add one more point to the same.

Boy and girl should be from the same religion/caste/state/family background :)

Even though, this book touches only the family affairs, it made me think a lot about our current religious and community norms existing in India. Religion is not our choice, it has already decided by our folks before our birth. However, our constitution gives us the privilege to choose our religion; it is always elders’ choice. By the way, don’t think I am blaming our age old practices.

I would like to borrow a thought from Ganesh and Savi. They believe that religion/caste is a system that is created by our ancestors to keep us in the social order. This would give meaning to the practices we perform under an extreme power, the God Almighty. Sometimes, I too like to believe the same. If caste or religion doesn’t allow you to think like a human, then better believe this concept.

Along with the author, I wish a change in our current scenarios. Why religious and state boundaries restrict us from the existence. Don’t think I too fell in love with a North Indian Guy like the protagonist. (See, I am also stigmatized).

I was just wondering, when we will make it to the normal concept of marriage ;)

Boy loves girl. Girl loves boy.
They get married. ;)