My Coffee Love

The love is back and stronger! This time a new memory thanks to Navdeep Mayall. Today, I reminisce about my days...ooopsss... I mean nights with Accenture. One year and five months ago, I joined the P&G iPM process for Accenture. Happy about a new company, new job and shift timings (I started off with 12pm to 9:30pm shift) I started my training. As my training ended, so did my days in Accenture. My night shift was about to begin. For the first time in my life, I was going to stay awake all through the nights for months at end. For those of you who know me, know for a fact that I cannot, just cannot stay awake beyond 11pm, no matter what the situation! I was tensed... not for my safety or body clock or health but for my staying awake! How would I do that? And then, as most of you expect, coffee came to my rescue; my savior, my love, my hero! I started having a Rs.7 cup of cappuccino every night at 10:30pm just before the CCD guy took off for the night. Yes, you read it right!

My relationship with Coffee goes a long way back.  It started with my mom adding a tinge of NesCafé  in milk to “change the colour” of milk so that I would drink milk. As I grew, so did the strength of the coffee. By the time I was 13, the tinge of coffee became one teaspoon full. Until then, I was really never exposed to the Café Culture. The best café that I went to during the first 13 years of my life were Mysore Café and Mani Lunch Home in Matunga to have authentic South Indian Filter Coffee. My first ever experience of non-milky coffee was at Matheran. I remember the day vividly. It was February and I had gone for a week-off with my parents and sister to our favorite holiday destination – Matheran. Being cold at night, my parents decided to order “Espresso” (which, by the way, is pronounced as “Ex-presso” in Matheran) from one of those small joints which dot the Mall Road. Being curious, even I wanted to try the drink that my parents were enjoying. The first sip burnt my to