Blame this on coffee

My consciousness is yet to be raised enough to enjoy the 'experience' of roaming the malls and cinemas during the weekends, I am kind of crowd allergic. But I think my allergy is restricted towards pointless congregations of people; I feel much at home when I attend a concert for example. This is exactly why I prefer waking up atop some mountain on a Sunday morning.

When you are in the city, one nice way to start the day is to walk up to a coffee shop early in the morning, sit there sipping hot coffee, watch the world pass by in a hurry. My Sundays were never like this. So last week, when I walked into 'Matteo Coffea', the new coffee shop at Church Street, I never expected it to be such a great experience. They have some nice comfortable seats where you can relax and look into the street, watching the commotion slowly build up as the day progresses. They wont mind you sitting there the whole day, reading, talking, working or whatever, as long as you order something to drink. Trust me, this is THE best thing you can do on Sundays if you too are 'activity challenged' like me. I agree that a slightly better experience would be a visit to the church where you can also compare clothes, donate to rebuild a church in the quake-hit Haiti and thereby earn some brownie points which you can encash once you reach up there.

Thanks to the morning church service, the shop was pretty much empty.. a rare opportunity for the children of the devil to have a quiet coffee, without getting annoyed by the pious and chosen ones. So as I waited there for my friend, I started reading the coffee trivia written on the walls. I knew from Morgan Freeman in the 'Bucket List' that coffee was first discovered by some shepherds in Guatemala. Seeing their sheep getting excited after nibbling on some wild berries, they took some berries to a monastery nearby. The monks roasted the beans and then made a stew out of it. I had no reason to disbelieve the pre-Wikipedia knowledge of Mr. carter. But I never knew that it was legal in Turkey once upon a time for the wife to divorce her husband, if he fails to provide her the daily quota of coffee (So easy to get rid of a troublesome wife...eh?). And it seems, in the sixteen hundreds, a pound of coffee used to cost as much as four acres of land in New York... wish my forefathers bartered all the coffee for some land in New York, than selling it for a roll of linen or the wisdom of a few linen clad priests.

Coffee is intoxicating, it even made me write a blog post on almost nothing.