so i don't know about you guys, but the morning doesn't start right till i have had my first cup of coffee...i didn't use to be like this - i use to be a care free, caffeine free, coffee free - free spirit - didn't need coffee to start the day - i was the envy of all my friends - i was a unique individual - but alas, i have joined the crowd - i have become one...
i use to be the envy of my fellow college classmates - they would all be walking around craving and yearning for their first cup of coffee and i would be laughing at them as they could not function without it...so you might be asking yourself - how did i become addicted...so let me tell you the story...
it was after my first year of college, i was hanging with my brother in the StL - you da Lou! - a fly town by mid-west standards. we were cruising down the strip - manchester rd. were all the cool people hang and you can find every car dealer ship, white castle (harold and kumar!), taco bell (t-bell) and steak 'n shake (late night heaven) - and my brother was talking and i don't think he was paying attention and all the sudden we were in the parking lot of the starbucks - it was like he knew where it was, he was drawn to it - no heed, no warning - just into the parking lot. so we got out of the car - i asked him "do you like coffee" - he just simply shrugged his shoulders and said "i like the taste" - i said alright...so we strutted in - two brown boys - and all the people in starbucks turned and look. it isn't often you see a 6'4" indian boy and a 5'10" - 290 lbs indian boy walk into a starbucks...my brother was the first to order - a large (venti in starbucks lingo) coffee - room for cream. then it was my turn - they all looked at me caffeine filled, beedy eyed, preparing for an order that was going to turn their heads like a grande carmel machiatto, with skim milk, extra carmel, frothy, whip cream and extra shot of machiatto (whatever that is!) - and they stared as i looked at the menu of possible coffee concoctions that i could get...and i simply turned to them and said - i will have what he is having, but smaller - they looked at me dumbfounded and asked me - tall, grande - i said small - and they simply shrugged and said - tall coffee...i then walked over to the sugar bar with my brother and asked him what he does to make this stuff taste good - he said "i add about 7 splenda's" - so basically you mask the taste of the coffee...he said yes - so i did the same - added, sugar, cinnamon, chocolate, vanilla - everything - even cream...i tasted it, liked it - then it gave me a high, i was talking a mile a minute - my brother kept looking at me to get me to shut up, it didn't work - he simply pulled out his book began reading and let my sit there and talk to the wall, the chair - everything around me simply, sipping his coffee and ignoring me...but i wasn't worried - i had my coffee - my liquid crack...so began the love of coffee...i looked at the world in a new perspective...
so then i quit coffee - that was tough - i went through withdrawl - headaches - i felt like someone had taken my life line away and gave me nothing to replace it...for two years i was coffee free - it was a good two years, then i entered peace corps - one day at Phora Dubar (the american compound) i was sitting with some peace corps friends and they were talking about the latest packages and one person commented how they just got a french press ("press") and some coffee and how happy they were - then someone made a comment about the coffee and Phora and how good it was and that you could get free refills...so it began again - it started with one cup - oh how nice it was to get that high again - the sweet liquid hit my lips, energy started to flow and the next thing i knew, i was back up for my second cup - savoring each sip and drip of coffee...i could have set up an IV line...and alas it began again...the love of coffee...
so now what do i do...nothing - enjoy it - love it - drink it - morning, afternoon, evening...it doesn't matter, i can have it anytime...i love the cocoa...liquid crack - the little black bean...
posted by ravi @ 7:27 AM
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