‘twixt the cup and the lip
December 26, 2010 § 8 Comments
i am sitting in a Cafe Coffee Day located on that mess of teenage humanity and hair-gel, brigade road. i am using the internet from said coffee joint. have a cup of coffee next to me. i am being charged sixty two rupees (!) for half an hour’s worth of internet usage with one cup of ‘complimentary’ coffee. i do not like the coffee, i do not want the coffee, i desperately need longer/cheaper internet and preferably no paeans to a certain munni in the background, and yet, and yet.. here i am.
somewhere at the end of the metaphorical tunnel is a small, shady internet cafe that will charge me reasonable rates and not throw me out until ten pm. in a short while i will get back on my aching feet, hoist the ol’ backpack, wipe the metaphorical brow and proceed with courage in pursuit of this cafe of my dreams. in a short while the expense of sitting idle here will outweigh the comfort of sitting idle here, and i will return to my firmly middle-class roots, and my firmly middle class outrage will propel me out of this chair and out the door, with a short but ignominous stop on the way at the cashier’s, where i will pay out my sixty two rupees in ten rupee notes and small change. in just a short while i will be back on that grubby road, fighting for elbowspace with the rest of sweaty, harried bangalore.
in a short while, all in a short while.
until then, airconditioning is a thing of beauty and a joy forever, yo.