Ebony and Ivory; Bonnie and Clyde; Coffee and conversations. Some things are just meant to go together no matter what anyone says. I remember loving coffee as a kid, and I remember having several memorable moments of my life that revolved around nothing more than a cup of coffee and couch. It is exactly as that cheesy ‘80s song goes; “Sweet dreams are made of these, who am I to disagree?”
Of course, coffee has been a big part of my life right from me being a rebellious teen through to my professional career leading up to (and including) my time at Rikhav Infotech. Some day, I suspect that someone will need a blood transfusion from me and I’ll gladly agree (even though I hate needles), only to find that the syringe is filled with caffeine instead of blood once it draws from my vein. Irrational (and hilarious) fears aside, I remember my first days at Rikhav Infotech. The hunk of irresistible charm that I am, I found it hard to be more than polite with my colleagues. Politeness is another thing I hate besides needles; there is so much structure about it and it dictates our lives in so primal a way that I bristle at the thought of it.
And so, thinking of what serves as an icebreaker, I head over to the coffee machine with the masses drawn to their caffeine fix. And there I saw a fair few of my colleagues standing around invitingly, little plastic glasses in hand. I drew deep from the reserves of coffee inside the machine and joined the Brady Bunch, becoming one of them as my inhibitions melted away in the steam wafting from my cup. It was no ice-breaker, but it certainly warmed the heart and I had yet more to thank a cup of coffee for, memories and all. Of course, the machine itself dispenses more than just coffee, but why have anything less than a brew fit for royalty, by which I mean coffee. Disagree with me? Feel free to draw a cuppa of your favorite brew and have a conversation with me about it. I promise it’ll be fun.