Saturday, May 17, 2008

Red Bandana and Polka Dots

You thought I’m talking Texas…nah! Come to Hyderabad—the city of Nizams, Shiites, and Indian cowboys. (Laughs) To those lily-livered who find my post amusing I should add a statutory note in advance. Nah! Am not gonna tell you the secrets of nights or the masterstrokes but if visiting Hyderabad, this addendum is necessary to spot polka dots on red bandana.

The kewl Salman Khan
[1] Wannabe’s (wonder why do they grow the handle bar moustaches); the gangsta turn ‘hip-hop’ masquerading the overcrowded lanes as you watch him from backseat frightfully. Yeah, he probably likes it kinky. And yea, watch his signature brand—the red bandana that knotted loosely to his collar bone with polka dots as he masterly lights the cigarette single-handedly while the other one busy adjusting the steering rod. Watching Hyderabadi auto-drivers zooming the busy busted lanes at a speed of 60-70kmph and the machine go C'tarl-C'tarl, often bouncing or stumbling on the potholes, it’s most insatiable, voluptuous, adventurous, and least-inhibited experience I’ve come across. But you know me…I am independent, forceful, brilliant and not that adventurous.

A friend of mine recently told, it Formula 1 that you take every morning. Even Schumacher would blush watching the heroic antics of the auto-walas. He’s indeed Vin Diesel, Picasso, and Elvis—three-in-one. To feared ones, mind’ya the gangsta gotcha golden heart (puhleez don’t take to literal order for his sweat glands smells vulgarly) and make you listen to blaring music yet ultimately raunchy numbers to soothe your senses. It’s another matter that the Bass and Treble would make you tremble and force you to sing some Zulu numbers with little artistic sensibility.

The Bible calls this day "Armageddon" - the end of all things. And yet, for the first time in the history of the planet, a species has no idea ‘how he gets into it’ and all we may say, Gawd! Speed and good luck to you. The red bandana with polka dots on collar bone takes his eye patch and grin.

[1] An Indian movie actor famous for his muscular built and off-screen antics; a wrong-guy who loved by masses for his wrongful.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Some Hyderabadi fun!

If I talk about about Hyderabad and don’t mention the typical hyderabadi hindi then definitely some hyderabadi will come to me and say "Kya Bhiya…kya kare tumin, Hyderabad ke bare mein likh rae kate, aur hyderabdi ke bare mein eech nihin likhe”...Amma-bawa yeheich sekhaiye tereko!

What am I doin here...

It’s a long story short. If you think I'm going back to Delhi, or any other place else all the trouble that got into me, think again, buster! I’m with Nizams in their own homeland. Yes! With biriyani, telegus, and another job, that sucks more. The temperature touching 40 deg Celsius and more, I’m not surprised. But I am surprised why I didn’t think of this before. Not that I'm complaining but won’t mind doing that as well.

Please take some time to ponder on this and I won’t mind being rescued.