‘ There are two things a South Indian cannot do without in the morning.One is The Hindu newspaper,and second is his cup of coffee”.This was a phrase in book which I recently read , and I couldn’t stop laughing hysterically for the next 5 minutes,whixh caused my parents to wonder if their daughter needed to visit the psychiatric ward in the nearest hospital( Many people have wondered the same thing often,so it wasn’t a huge insult to me!!),being all too-accustomed to this particular scene for the last 15 years atleast.I am sure many other ‘ southies’ like myself are,too.
First,about the newspaper.Reading is a habit which was( and is) not entirely new in our family,but,on the other hand,it is a habit which was bequeathed to a select few,my grandmother being one,den my dad,and then me.Every morning,my dad picks up the newspaper and settles down in the veranda.Precisely 15 minutes later,my mother comes in with the tray of two mugs of hot,steaming,’filter’ coffee,while I continue to wait for my chance of getting the newspaper.In my grandfather’s time,my mother used to bring a –well,not cup,but coffee in a glass,in a steel bowl(.I never actually understood the significance of the bowl for a very long time)There was no ‘ wait’ for the newspaper then,as my grandfather used to subscribe to the regional newspaper,and at that time,I am ashamed to say,I was illiterate in my mother tongue.
I must admit,there is some sort of affinity between southies and The Hindu newspaper .Every person I have seen who subscribes for Hindu is a southie who is away from his hometown.I never really understood this significance of the hindu in particular.Its probably because of the fact that The Hindu covers the whole country completely,especially south India,and doesn’t waste precious space on what I call ‘ glitterati’ journalism.It provides all essential information and is straight to the point.And of course,the other wonderful fact about the Hindu is its editorial.I tell you,it is near impossible to read any one article completely without referring to a dictionary,especially for someone like me,whose vocab skills are not something to be proud of!Nevertheless,the articles in the editorial are illuminating and enlightening,and make for a good read early in the morning.the other great thing about Hindu is that it doesn’t need any censoring .I remember this peculiar incident when I saw my aunt used to scan the newspaper( which was obviously not The Hindu!)and remove the magazine section which contained all obscene pictures of these heroines and then handover the paper to my brothers,who then used to get to read the paper.The magazine sections would then be utilized for their excellent oil-absorbing ability,and predictably,the breakfast for the next morning would be vada sambar!
As for the coffee,I guess most South Indians are caffeine addicts.At first I thought it was only in my family that everyone demanded their cups of coffee as soon as they were out of the shower,but then,thanks to the influence of the television and inputs from other friends,I began to realize that this was not a habit,but characteristic of South Indians.
Thanks to this,I got exposed to coffee at a very young age,and was ( and actually am,still!) addicted to the smell of coffee powder,but my mother never actually liked the idea of me drinking coffee( she still doesn’t!).I never intended to,either,atleast not til there was Horlicks in a big,blue jar on the shelf!I was under this imression that I coffee was for ‘grown-ups’.when I decided that I was grown up enough,I couldn’t wait any more.I rushed into the Nescafe outlet at college and instantly ordered a cuppa,and I was lost in the taste.I loved the taste of my first coffee,and after I came home,I asked my mother to make me some more coffee.My mother,after a few disgusted glances at me,prepared a proper filtered coffee,and to top it all,she gave me her coffee ,which was sugarless!As you can imagine,this coffee was not enchanting at all! I stopped drinking homemade coffee altogether and vowed never to replace my Horlicks with a cup of filter coffee!Then I later realized that the Nescafe guy was cheating me by adding more water than milk,and I quit Nescafe coffee too.Now I don’t drink coffee at all, but I still love the smell !
.Like vada-sambar,bread-butter,and tea-biscuits, Coffee and newspaper have a special relationship,and one does not,under any circumstances.look good without the other.Especially if its early in the morning,and you are in the verandah with the newspaper in one hand and a steaming hot cup/steel glass of coffee in the other,with soft music playing in the background ,the wind blowing softly and the smell of burning wood in the air……………………….
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