I am a weirdo who wakes up hungry groggy at 3 am, eats a salad and starts packing to leave the house at 4 am on a bike.
Mind you, I've got cars at my disposal. It's very hot and tiring on a bike (a sports bike where you sit all cramped up with a riding jacket, riding helmet gloves, a bag with a heavy ass laptop, iPad, phones, hard drive, etc.)
Basically, I choose discomfort on every level.
I could (in theory) easily sit with my laptop at home and write and do whatever I do at Blue Tokai. But I don't. (If you wanna know more about why I do this read this after you've read this)
So I come here, sit at the absolute last table, open my laptop, play music off my iPad, keep the phones facing down just in case the parents realise the kid has eloped again. I order the extra bold with extra ice to fight the lethargy, keep me focussed and writing without attracting any unnecessary attention.
Today, there was mad rush, 2 tables already taken up and I entered with three kids out from a drive in their BMW 5 series.
a) Yeah, I am a motor geek. I know my cars and bikes.
b) Don't presume this is a rich privileged society bash up
So, I rush to put my bag on my favourite table in the corner and order my coffee. New guy at the counter. I literally guide him on how to make my coffee. It's gotta be just right.
It's a great place for an actor too by the way to just quietly observe human behaviour. I shamelessly eavesdrop without even the slightest hint of anyone noticing.
While my eyes stare at my screen I hear the guy ask "how many best friends do you have? You know you're supposed to have one or two" The girl answers "you know every stage in your life you meet people who have their own unique qualities and your own different bonding with those people depending on where you are in that stage, that space in your life. No one person is perfect enough to occupy that spot."
Consider me impressed.
Now it's time to get a 100% into writing and go through what I have. Maybe some edits, maybe the story moves forward. 6:30 am is the 4th final between Golden State Warriors and Boston Celtics.
Maybe I should trim down the things I am interested in. The advantage is that I can strike a conversation with almost anyone knowing I know something about everything. And basketball made a comeback in my life during my stay at my last apartment in Vasant Oasis.
Anyway, 15 minutes later, their food arrives. I think they're cribbing about the cheese. Right on cue, the supposedly college kids occupying the table between me and them get up and disappear in thin air.
I am editing the thumbnail for my Jurassic World review (go check it out if you haven't)
In the professional space, I've always believed that 'knowledge is power'. Knowing the fundamentals of production, mixing and mastering, DAWs, hardware, plugins will help you better communicate what you need from your collaborators. But there is a lot of investment of time needed for all this. There is also an argument to be made that creative thinkers need a lot of time to be doing nothing. I do a lot in a day. I'm not bragging, I do it out of FOMO.
What do you guys think?
So after another 10 minutes, these guys step out and I can see their table.
It's absolutely great that you're paying for your time at Blue Tokai and not sitting for 3 hours having just a salad and two coffees like me but man, COME ON!
Am I getting pissed at every little thing or is it really an abomination.
Adults in their early-mid 30s can't decide how much they'd like to eat?
I wish for abundance in everyone's lives. I sincerely do and I also understand that you might not want to eat food if it's beyond edible or absolutely disgusting. But I can vouch for the food at Blue Tokai. It's made with high quality fresh ingredients and is surprisingly healthy and tasty. One of the best salads I've ever had. (Blue Tokai - let's talk collaboration)
And then, even with all that food on the table, this guy goes up to the counter and asks "Do you want a croissant or a muffin or something?"
Bro, finish what is already there on the table. Okay, if you don't wanna finish it, fine, just ask them to pack it for you and have it later. Even if it's absolutely horrible to taste, why don't you give it to someone else at home, household, maid.
I understand the argument of giving someone 'had/pre-tasted/pre-owned' meal but people who are surviving on the most basic roti dal will probably count it as one of their luckiest days. Even their stomach will go "What the fuck is that Italian seasoning?" "So, that's what cheese tastes like" Kids will brag to their mates.
Instead you just leave all this food lying on the table to be thrown in the bin. All the chef's efforts, all that high quality food to go waste.
To all my future conquerors, high rollers, new rich peeps, PLEASE don't do this.
I should've probably packed it or asked the staff to give it to the dog who sits right outside.
All the poverty in the world. We sometimes joke about kids going hungry in Africa, BUT THEY ARE. People die every minute because fo scarcity of food. You just CANNOT be so reckless to not even think.
It is absolutely basic in my head, what about yours?
Let me know what you think.
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