CCDs…

This time, it was just a coffee, that too, a cold one. And I wondered even 3-4 bottles of beer don’t have such an effect on me. But then again, memories make you go real high, deep down the lanes of paths trodden, stupid actions, even stupider words and some rare heroic deeds. Naah, it’s not going to one of those philosophical posts where even I get confused by the time I end them.

It’s a post dedicated to the CCDs. Just the name is enough for me to get into a real chatty mood. Over the last six months I’ve developed such an affinity for CCDs that I find them near me wherever I go. Innumerable are the hours I’ve spent gossiping at CCDs. I think I’ve developed some kind of nameless bond with CCDs. The fact that there is one in the campus of my company and another near my flat furthers this bond.

The ambience, lights, colors, soft music, and mute videos are a rare combination. Though I’ve by-hearted the menu by now, but I still fancy it. Our orders are usually decided even before we reach there. By our, I mean the gang over here in Bangalore. Spending some quality hours every weekend in a CCD has become a sacred ritual for us. Alok would have his ‘sizzling brownie topped with scoops of vanilla’. I’d keep on changing my taste, but ‘Solar Eclipse’ is the one for me. Sachin, of late, has started having the espresso shots. It tastes bitter, I wouldn’t have it. I find no machismo in doing shots of hot and neat espresso. I’d gladly do bottoms up of beer, but no espresso for me.

I feel that even a random or casual BC becomes a bit special if it has the CCD effect to it. I’ve always maintained that a CCD is a perfect place for a first date or any date for that matter. For the time you are in there it’s just you and your companions. I never feel such a different kind of experience any place else. It may be because I feel at home in a CCD, but still not at home (even home at times has some restrictions or limitations).

Once I was feeling rather weird, I was alone. So I picked up my novel and went to the CCD nearby and spent some quality hours of reading there. I think I’m going to develop this into a habit. Such is the fondness I’ve for CCDs.

In short, CCDs are now to me, what once CS (coffee shop@ IIIT-H) used to be.  I think that that’s the best accolade I can give to CCDs.

And I write this post at 1 AM on a Tuesday morning after having spent the wee hours of the Monday night in a CCD.