‘Ho shuru har pal aise, ho shuru har din aise…NESCAFE!...This line literally defines the ‘NESCAFE’…our ‘adda’. We all are habitual to this place…the lovely smell of its coffee…the lively surrounding.. the green artistic trees..( and the hovering black crows!)
Whenever our energy level is down and the mind goes all empty, our feet blindly start walking towards the Nescafe, where we all friends meet and collectively do ‘bakaiti’ ( our group’s name for rubbish talks), and we move on with our Daily Dose- the red and black cups of coffee and the crisp brown vegetable patties ( as the ‘cheese’ ones are costlier).
This is the place where we all are at ease and speak our minds out. The girls begin with their indispensable gossips and 'eXclusive' news. The boys (some with cigarette in hand) begin with ‘serious’ talks on cricket and bikes. But, till this date, we all wonder when these ‘peaceful’ talks transform into tiffs combined with ‘censored’ slang and uncontrollable laughs….and then enters the ‘neta’ and solves the deliberately initiated fight…(We salute him! )…The scene again becomes normal, with the loud music in background (NOTE- loud music can never be in background), and slowly and smoothly we all start our ‘pipe-pana’..the same PJs (poor jokes)..Each one us trying to prove that we are the ultimate fools and pipes in this world….and the smug smile (ugh!).
Later on when its time for the bill payment…we get to see those ’vacant wallets’…some of us even ‘escape’ the place...but with a bit of team work in the end, the money is always managed. And finally leaving behind the echoes of our giggles and laughter, we all leave the place…our rendezvous!
