Wake Up To The Smell Of Coffee!

I love coffee. I am as passionate about it as is M.F Hussain is about Madhuri Dikshit. And before you all start worrying about my priorities, let me safely clarify that that I do have other interests in life. But the fact remains that drinking coffee is very much a part of it. For me, a day without coffee is a day without oxygen and a coffee ill made is as near to being a sacrilege.

In today’s world, no one can claim ignorance from the taste of coffee, unless of course he or she is an alien from outer space. In metropolitan cities, like Delhi, coffee houses can be sighted in abundance and every second advertisement in the television seems to be that of a coffee product. Perhaps as a result of this, friends or couples catching up with each other in coffee joints have become a common phenomenon. I too often visit them. But I prefer my company to be books rather than people. Call me a loner, but sitting in a coffee house, engrossed in a good book while sipping a heavenly cup of coffee, is in my opinion, an ideal scenario.

Now having already voiced my undying love for those lovely beans, one would expect me to be an expert in areas relating to it. The grim fact is that such is not the case. But since I have unequivocally stated my passion, a google search is only a fair thing to do. “History of coffee can be traced to at least as early as the 9^th century,when it appeared in the highlands of ethopia which is in the north east of Africa”. From there it spread to some of the muslim worlds, and then to Europe and so on. But the most important thing is that it spread far enough to reach me, every day.

There are various types of coffee, perhaps known to one and all. Cappuccino happens to be my personal favorite. Cappuccino is a strong coffee with dollops of frothy cream, topped with a pinch of powdered chocolate; ah Heaven! And there is espresso. It is a strong black coffee prepared by forcing live steam through dark roast coffee beans. The coffee is placed into the espresso machine, designed just for this purpose and hot water is forced through the coffee at a very high pressure-extracting all the flavor possible. Espresso coffees are a common sight at various restaurants and work places but I consider this type of preparation the worst ever; milk and sugar are literally dumped into them and there is almost no taste or sight of coffee. Then there is the South Indian and the evergreen cold coffee. There might be other sorts too, but I am regrettably unaware of them. But no worries, I am sure to savor them all some day.

By now, you all must be aware of the fact that I am a coffee addict. And that somehow a great source of worry for my mother. With my intake of every cup, her anguish seems to increase. She acts as if it i is equivalent to alcohol and that it is surely to have an adverse effect on my healh. So it is for her,and people like her, that I shall state its benefit. Every body knows that coffee helps us stay alert and overcome drowsiness. I am sure some of us may glowingly and some woefully reminisce our exam days, when we stay awake late at nigh, book in one hand and a cup of coffee in another. But thats not its only positive point. It also protects us against free radicals which cause cancer, heart diseases and aging. Its consumption can also decrease the risk of diseases like Parkinson and furthermore, plays a positive role in our liver function. Now having given such a glowing tribute to coffee, I run the risk of being called biased. But I do not care. I am an ardent coffee drinker and shall always swear by it.