My tale of a city

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I love Hyderabad. I wonder if it was the weather (which was beautiful), or the happy, happy company (J and Cy), or the fact that I was taking a well-deserved break (never mind what anyone else thinks) – but I love Hyderabad.

I can’t get over how sweet and friendly the people are! And so very helpful! I reached Hyderabad at night and my phone was out of charge. I went to one of the attendants there to ask if there was a pay-phone somewhere and he gave me his mobile phone to make a call. When I reached Hi-Tech city, I generally asked a lady for directions. In response, she got me an auto and asked me if I’d reach okay. She offered to come with me by rick and have her son pick her up from my destination later. I mean, who does that?

I love that city! Very rarely have I come away from a city being so touched. Before all the glorious software that came and lit up the place, there were all these open hearts and sunny smiles. And after so long, I’ve seen a rice-eating populace being so brisk. Otherwise, most areas where people eat rice are just masses of fermented sloth. But people here work, walk, move so quickly. There’s a buzz in the air, and it’s a happy, contented buzz.

I never thought I had it in my heart to soften and cosy up to the idea of another city so much. That city…it’s made me feel.

Or maybe it wasn’t just Hyd. Maybe it was…thanks J, thanks a lot! :-D

Comments

Aries said…
Its a delightful city alright. I have so many memories linked to Hyd...Haleem during Eid (arguably the best in the country), Galli cricket where we mastered the straight drive (other shots like the hook or the square cut could be played at one's own peril..if you broke a window with any such shot, aunties armed to the teeth with kitchen armory would come after you). Somehow the newer part of the city doesn't match the old city's charm...places like the Karachi Bakery in Mozamjahi Mkt, or Charminar...that's where the heart of the city always will be.

That said, I love the new road from the airport to Hitech city.
10:07 PM
skar said…
Its Hyd alright! Its my city and it is the most lovable one I've ever been in!
11:56 PM
Anonymous said…
did you eat "Hyderabadi Biryani"? lot of my friends have suggested me to try it if I ever visit to that city.....

-pravin
btw I tried calling you but I cant get through (atleast setup a voicemail....[:x])
3:25 AM
Unknown said…
cosy up to hyd??? hmmm ... it WAS the weather .. and the (veg) biryani you had soon after you landed. honestly, with you, i too started feeling ok with the city. thanks to you too .. :)
10:12 AM
Anonymous said…
its really a great city. my fav i guess. maybe because we went there during every summer vacations or maybe because i feel the people are very down to earth and live a simple and satisfied life. The new generation though ... scares me a little.
1:23 PM
Paul said…
Hy! It's an amazing city for sure. And I am telling you its going to go leagues past Bangalore in the next 10 years. It's an enterprising, kind and accomodating city that makes it stand apart from all the cities in the south.
7:42 PM
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