This time around, hanging around Bangalore's Great Airport, I discovered some harsh truths of life. Life is like the Cafe Coffee Day Espresso that you get at the Bangalore Airport. You do not ever get what you wanted, its hideously expensive, it has no sugar, is black and really awful. Stirring it up makes no difference really, ultimately you end up with the same old stuff and its better to drink it up in one quick gulp than one prolonged struggle and bitter taste. And it always tasted better in the good ol' days.
I can say without doubt that THAT was simply the worst coffee I ever had in my life, and saying that would be a gross understatement. I was waiting to pick up my mom, and due to a series of (un)fortunate events ended up reaching the Airport really quickly, and an hour and half early. Bangalore Airport is seriously not the best place to hang out, and they take great pains to maintain and further that reputation. No chairs or waiting lounges at the Arrivals gate. Just one Cafe Coffee Day outlet with smirking faces serving you bad coffee. So I managed to find a seat in the Departures section, and then was sprayed all over with insecticide. The stupid bugger chose to make his grand entry right at the moment I sat down, and sprayed those fumigated kerosene-like smelling fumes all over me, and the people all around me too. Luckily its meant only for mosquitoes and small insects, not animals.
Oh, and I am alive, kicking and have finally returned back to this blog.
Auf Weidersehen!
PS: I speak German now.
PPS: I simply cannot understand how people manage to drink Black Coffee! My theory is that people find themselves awakened by sipping Black Coffee because each sip is so horrible and bitter that it shocks them awake. That's how I stayed awake for 1.5 hours at the airport, and just managed to finish half of my coffee (which was originally half a cup anyway). Gruesome really.
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