What does your coffee say about you?

Coffee is considered one of the favorite drinks across the nation but aside from providing the often needed early morning boost, the type of coffee a person likes to drink can also reveal a lot about his personality, says a study.

Clinical psychologist Ramani Durvasula analysed 1,000 coffee lovers and examined common personality styles and psychological traits, looking specifically at introversion and extroversion, patience, perfectionism, warmth, vigilance, sensitivity and social boldness,
In her results, Durvasula found that those with a penchant for black coffee are typically purist, no-nonsense individuals with a tendency to prefer the simple life, although they could also be abrupt, impatient and even averse to change.

In contrast, latte drinkers tended to be intent on pleasing others, but could also show slightly more neurotic attributes.

Cappuccino drinkers are usually "Perfectionist" and are perhaps the most high-demand personality. The research also says that such drinkers are very obsessive and controlling, overly sensitive, and health-conscious.

Instant coffee drinkers seemed to display more laid-back characteristics in the findings of her study however. Personality traits associated with this group included a predisposition to procrastinate and put off things that need doing.

Finally, those who preferred their coffee fix cold and sweet were considered socially bold "trend-setters" who could be reckless on occasion.

Dedication- To my beautiful best friend Geetha Nair Passam

We know each other since freshman year in school. She became my best friend the next year and we were each others shadow. I relied on her with everything, as she did with me. I can honestly say we're like sisters. We understand each other perfectly and always know what to say to make each others lives bearable. Both of us went through rough times, but were always there for each other so we were not alone ever. There are so many memories I could list that I have with her that are just stuck in my head and shape our relationship and what we are. Memories of those days are still fresh when we used to have lots of fun, outings, and used to be awaken till late nights listening to FM channel and completing all my projects and dessertation.  She always used to help me in all my project works and thesis. I miss calling her up early in the morning and disturbing her from her sleep. Though we stayed far after few years in same city but then too the habit was still the same till she got married and shifted to UAE to call her up and disturb her from her sleep.  We really had a lot of gossiping sessions and lot to tell each other. After she got married this sessions continued and her husband one of a very good friend of us used to get irritated and jealous but still these long chats continued and it continued till the day she shifted to UAE. Though we stayed in a same city in Mumbai but in different places we meet 5 – 6 times in a year and now it is so difficult to talk to her due to our hectic schedules but still we don’t forget to ping each other whether be on a GTalk or a Facebook chat. Even though she moved to UAE; we still have that bond that will never be broken by anything or anyone. I miss her dearly and I hope we can visit one another soon and celebrate all the holidays, birthdays and parties that we missed in each others lives. She's a married woman now, and has grown so much. But when we meet each other we are back to our old memories and we back to our childhood fun and mastis I am very proud of everything she accomplished and what she will achieve in the future. She's a simple person, but has a huge heart and an amazing personality and she will always be special to me no matter where she is today. She is always been an inspiration and a motivator in my life. She is one of the pillars of my life. For me she is a very special friend and an angel who makes my life very cheerful.

If you get to read this I hope you can come visit me soon so we can go crazy like I promised you LOL! You are my best friend. Always were, always will be. No matter what happens, where life takes us, you are with me and I am with you always. I love you always dearly and I really Miss you so much.

                       

                          Never Feel Rejected

 Once, there was this guy, who was in love with a girl. She wasn’t the most beautiful and gorgeous but for him, she was everything. He used to dream about her, about spending the rest of life with her. His friends told him, “why do you dream so much about her, when you don’t even know if she loves you or not? First tell her your feelings, and get to know if she likes you or not”. He felt that was the right way.

The girl knew from the beginning, that this guy loves her. One day when he proposed, she rejected him. His friends thought he would take alcohol; drugs etc. and ruin his life. To their surprise, he was not depressed. When they asked him how was it that he is not sad, he replied, “‘why should I feel bad? I lost one who never loved me and she lost the one who really loved and cared for her.”

Moral: True Love is hard to get. Love is all about giving to other person without greed of gaining anything in return, if other person rejects it, its him/her who will be losing most important thing in life. So never feel rejected.

                  

A short story based on Hindu mythology regarding creation of Earth

Before the world, Sky or stars were made, there was darkness. It was everywhere, and it was empty; but for all its emptiness it was neither dead nor cold. It was warm, damp and lively, endless ripping and eddying throughout the universe. If people had existed and been able to see it, it would have seemed like a giant creature without shape, breathing softly as it slept. And if they had been able to listen, they would have heard its ripples gradually transform themselves to sound. A word began. At first it was no more than a whisper, but it swelled and grew to a billow of sound, a gentle syllable endlessly repeating itself, folding back on itself, coiling and twisting till it filled all space. OM ... OM ... OM... .

As the word unfolded and speared, calm as a heartbeat, it turned the rippling universe into an endless, unfathomable ocean. Deep in the water bobbed a seed as the ocean currents ebbed and flowed, they carried it to the surface to become a glowing golden egg. The egg rocked on the water, and wave tips reflected its radiance to every corner of the darkness round about. As it rocked, the sacred word “OM” went on cradling it, enfolding it the way rose-petals enfold the flower-heart deep inside. The sound was in and out and roundabout, and inside the eggshell, it formed itself into Brahma, the First Father, Creator of Worlds.

When Brahma was ready to be born, he hatched like a chick from the golden egg. From half the shell he made the sky; from the other he made the earth; he set air between them to keep them apart. The sky-shell twinkled in the smoke of space like a myriad stars, or life water-drops glistening in an upturned bowl. The earth-shell bobbed on the sea, until Brahma anchored it with rocks and mountain-peaks. The air between the shells sometimes took its form the golden light above, and was clear and pure; at other times it gathered dampness from the sea below, and blanketed the earth with storms.

When the earth was ready, Brahma drew out of himself six elements: thought, hearing, sight, touch, taste and smell. He blended the element to make living things of every kind. He sowed the earth with plants, and gave them two gifts; the sense of touch and the power to remark themselves with seeds and fruits. He stocked the land with animals and the sea with fish, and set the air whirring with birds and insects-and to each of them he gave seven gifts: the sense of touch, taste, hearing, sight, and smell, the power to reproduce themselves and the power of movement. The world throbbed with life, as its new creatures squawked, hissed, chattered, buzzed, yelped, whistled and barked on every side.

So Brahma created all living things, and gave them gifts. One thing only he kept from them: though. The world was their playground, and they had senses to enjoy it-why should they need thought as well? Until the time came when he made a creature worthy of possessing intelligence, Brahma locked it inside himself. Many age passed, and he spent them roaming the world delighting in his own creation. Sometimes he rode a lotus-boat. With his hands he picked up all kinds of objects and carried them: a pink lotus-flower, a string of prayer, a sacred book, golden pot.

After a time, Brahma divided himself and made another being, Saraswati. As soon as she existed, Brahma fell passionately in love with her. He gazed fondly at her, and she lowered her eyes and modestly stepped to one side, out of his gaze. At once a second head appeared on Brahma’s neck, gazing at her lovingly as before. She stepped behind him, and a third head grew; she stepped to his other side, and a fourth head grew; she soared into the air above him, and a fifth head grew, looking up. Brahma said, “Come down, Saraswati. Help me make angles to live in light, demons to live in darkness, and the human race to live on earth.” Saraswati swooped back down to earth and married him.

Saraswati is the goddess of knowledge and of all the arts, especially music. She holds: Flowers, prayer-beads, finger-drum or palm-leaf book; she plays a wire-stringed veena, and her music fills the world with sweetness of the gods.

The Saraswati Vandana which is sung in some schools is a most beautiful and melodious composition in praise, basically, of the idea of education.