Tales Cafes just don’t tell you !
Dinesh K Kapila
Chandigarh has
a vibrant café culture. In fact the tri city has evolved on this, even if the
cafes are rather overpriced at times. They are reasonably full, packed on
weekends and give off a strong vibrant feel. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee
entices most people in any case as you walk by. Youngsters working away on
their laptops oblivious to the world around them is a common sight as are
pretty young things whiling away time. You want a dose of energy, walk into a
café, specially which is more frequented.
I personally
like the cafes where you get the aroma of a strongly brewed really hot cup of
coffee. Not being adventurous, I stick to the lattes and cappuccinos, Starbucks
does a decent version of the really hot coffee with its flat white version. I
mean just what is the aim of a coffee if it runs out of that hot strong flavour
in a couple of minutes.
But these
cafes hide many a tale. And we really don’t get to know this really delicious
juicy part of it. And that robs us of so much hidden pleasures. And by the way
don’t even think about under rating the staff there, studiously neutral, they
actually observe all that goes on. Who is splurging and on whom, who hardly
tastes the food after ordering it, is that really his wife or a very very
treasured friend, then the guy who seeks a discount or certainly will or the
lady who inevitably drops names and connections with owners and then looks
expectantly for a waiver or discount.
But this is
just the trailer. The real happiness lies in the juicy parts. As most of us go
around living our rather humdrum lives and sipping coffee, we should look
around too. I was once sitting at a tony café with a friend. We were having our
coffee and cribbing about the lack of variety as to the spice of life ! And
cocktails but mainly the spice of life, what else could it be, India China
relations !. Suddenly my friend, a retired Army Officer, sort of froze. He was
sort of open mouthed in I would say the shock and awe mode ! I tried to look where he was looking while
pretending to be not looking, it’s a fine art and requires practise but once
perfected pays rich dividends.
Well, some
three tables away, a young pretty young thing, young by my definition, smart
and well dressed was sitting with a rather distinguished guy. The gentleman was
well turned out, in smart casuals and definitely my age. And my friend’s age,
just to be clear. Oye, whispered my friend, he is a retired Senior Army Officer, and
this is the third or fourth time I have seen him at a café or restaurant. Just
in the past few weeks. And every time it’s a different young lady. Man, he
should be ashamed, at his age, while his wife sits alone at home he continued, but
yaar, how does he do it ! What makes him click , how does he manage it. What do
these females see in him ! just how. A bit more of this and I butted in, now
are you criticising him or actually envying him ! Then we both made rather
unnecessary trips to the restroom, rather the washroom or to be very clear, the
bathroom. To do that we had to pass by the couple, well, he and my friend shook
hands, the concerned guy was clearly unfazed but did not introduce us ! She was
ok to look at, the senior retired guy was clearly at ease, and that was it.
Then there is
an exalted species. Or the August black
robes variety. Whispers are always there when someone look around for a
diversion from the multiple interpretations of laws and its pressures. There
are no secrets but they are never talked about, you just know ! its always
confidential, its honestly one confidential whisper setting off a chain of
confidential whispers. This travels rather fast. One worthy doing well at the
Bar has his wife stay in one place and his mistress in another, so goes the confidential
whisper. But back to the cafes. As goes the story, His Lordship had a mistress
on the side while in service. Post retirement it continues, the wife sits at
home while he at times is seen in rather quiet cafes engrossed in conversation
over a coffee. People see but pretend they do not see. I just love this sense
of discretion.
But what
takes the cake is what a well to do businessman told me. A high end supplier of exotic produce
and imported luxury items. He swears a Manager at a Café told him this. A tony
café, rather sophisticated, in that huge line stretching from Sector Nine to
Sector Twenty Six or so. One day, a middle aged well to do guy walked in with a
sophisticated looking middle aged lady in tow. They had their coffee and
titbits, sat for a long time and talked and talked and whispered and whispered
and left. After taking a couple of selfies. And some snaps of each other.
Nothing unusual I would say. Well, after a couple of days he was back with
another smart middle aged lady. The protocol was the same as before as was the
coffee. Well it happens, as many would say. Lucky guy as I would say ! No, wait, after a few days, he turns up with
another smart middle aged beautiful lady, he takes many snaps, they sit around
and leave. Well, a real Casanova you would say, blessed by Kamadeva or Eros, I
would say. Is this the end of it, no way, read on. After a few more days, the
same guy walks in with the same three ladies ! The staff were absolutely
flabbergasted or I would say bewildered, really amused too. I mean, imagine the
sheer boldness and swag. But wait, the real bold part is this, pretending to place
the order, he walks up to the cash counter and beckons the café manager. Giving
him Rs five hundred as a tip, he tells him, see that lady in the Hermes outfit,
the pink one, she’s my wife. Keep it discreet and simple in service, no
familiarity is to be shown by the staff. No smiles. The lady of the third day
is how the staff placed her immediately.
Well long
back, James Hadley Chase had written a paperback, Believe this, You will
Believe Anything !!. Life can and will prove such titles are not just a marketing
ploy, it does happen. There is so much more. Couples walking in with files and
laptops and discussing marketing and operations and then quarrelling and
leaving, old couples sitting and sipping coffee with not a word in exchange,
lonesome youngsters looking to strike a conversation with just about anybody,
the staff see it all. And so it goes. Before I sign off, there’s this young
man, always dating at cafes, seemed to have three or four or maybe surely five girlfriends
and was aways seen with one of them at a time, seemed a well to do business or
executive type. Suddenly, he is heard telling his friends, I just cannot make
up my mind about marriage. Its all too confusing. This decision, It makes me so
afraid. I am going to tell my mom you now search the right girl for me. I would say back to square one. Café owners,
may your business only grow !
The coffee beans....
ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned... again.This time the genre is bit different,spicy,
khushwant and Shobha de touch, eloquently done and of course with an aroma and effervescence of Latte and cappuccino.
Yup,that's the flavour of Chandigarh these days.Splendidly expressed
Great going...
Keep jotting... cheers 🍂🍹🥂