21 01 2011






Chai & I go back a long way….

We were introduced to each other at the tender age of two may be,

A match made in heaven I must confess.

The Ranchi cold made us inseparable to say the least.

My wake-up call began with Chai

& being a nocturnal child, the late night studies were never spent alone.


Along came college life,

A campus buzzing with action….work & otherwise!!

Life changed, but as they say,

Old habits die hard…Chai was very much a part of my life still,

The romance that refused to die down, only the tint changed.

The golden-brown Chai became a shade of brown,

And a robust one at that!

The Gujarat heat did nothing to dampen our spirit,

We were going strong…..cups after cups and nothing changed.

A few at the Main gate, a few more at BMW and then yet another at BTM or the night canteen,

Over some frivolous conversations at times…..or over seemingly intelligent ones at a few other occasions, but the best ones were those had with my neighbours on the 4th floor and a few more at 420…..


Chai seemed to be the solution for everything…….

For work half done, for a broken heart, for a brewing romance, for a quarrel with a friend, for meeting an old friend…..or for the idea yet to be cracked !!

Only the name had evolved,

From being the simple, harmless 4 letter word, to being called the Creative Stimulant.


Life was changing and we were still committed…….

In an age where commitments don’t last any longer than the milk in your fridge !!


And yet…here we stand in 2011…..24years after we first met…still going strong.

We’ve weathered quite a bit,

Changed like the leaves of a tree, from season to season,

From golden brown to dark brown & now green.

And yet, it feels so rejuvenating to spend an evening all by ourselves

…….Chai & Me




2 responses

21 01 2011

Elegant prose.

Chai is definitely special.


21 01 2011
Gunjan Ahlawat

Love this piece of writing Tulip 🙂
And, all the more as it illustrates most amazing thing on this planet ‘chai’ and you are well aware about my obsession. If not much, this English country is keeping my spirits high. America tortured and embarrassed this humble soul for several months, when asked milk for the tea. Milk for TEA…u must be crazy!!


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