Hyderabad Blues

ohFFF!! What else can you think of when you land in the city of nawabs - Hyderabad - except the hot biriyani, above 50 feet film posters, traffic and a hyderabadi hindi language.Everytime I visit Hyderabad, I feel I am spending some of the best time of my life in sambar'n rice and biriyani, I love it!! My mothers native, hyderabad is one place where - I find fun - cannot explain why do I like that place! The moment we (me n my office folks) landed & came out of the airport, we were surrounded by taxi drivers and that amazing and unique style, "SAAR, SAAR, kidhar ko jaane ka? kaali yentri kardo, am aapko baraabar leke jayenge". And we agreed to sit in one of them. The moment we started, I gazed out of the window - a huge 70 feet poster of a superfat lady in a super-tight police uniform, with dark goggles on, a stick in one hand and a police belt rolled in the other, her back facing the camera whereas she appeared in the poster to be facing a crowd of thousand dark, ugly simply south villians - with the movie name wirtten on it - "D.S.P" and something written in telgu below it. I loved it!!I asked the taxi driver about the movie - "SAAR, woh movie baraabar nahi, bahut songs hai saar, iska movie mat dekhna, veyankatsh - the real hero saar, veyankatsh!!" And then we went on asking him all about the telgu Film Industry, the craze for chiranjivi & venkatesh, infact - we were headed to TATA (TQ) Jublee hills, and on the way we observed Mohan babu, venkatesh's & chiranjiv's houses, and I was excited - never when I see bacchan's Jalsa everytime I visit Juhu, the cracked taxi dirver was overdosing us with telgu masala.And then we left the 'THAXI WALA' who left us say 'WOKAY SAAR, Kuch kaam pade to phone karna jee'. And there - was a lavish TQ, excellent home made food, good rooms.. was indeed a WAAOW feeling to crush on bed. The next day, we reached ISB (Indian Business School) where we had to attend a seminar, we got there somehow after all the communication problems with the rikshaw wala's, we ensured him that mumbai rikshaw walas are far better than them, the Indian School of business - where they say one pays 12 lacs or more for an MBA degree, we couldnt see one human-being for hours except the security people who just knew only one thing - 'the place is know as Indian School of Business'. After wandering like intruders, we somehow managed to find the auditorium where the concert was to be held. The concert was good knowledge snatch for us. Later while moving out, again we needed THAXI, so we rushed at the reception - where we met a beautiful lady her name was "LAXMI", in a complete salwar, with a realy exicting fragrance of her gajra positioned symetrically in her hair. PHEW! And once again, we had another telgu upcoming superstar hiking his career as THAXI driver - "SAAR, Jublee Hill's mein kidhar jayega". We had already lost the way dragging the THAXI hero to left and right and again to left right straight, at one point we came to know that we had crossed the same spot thrice, and no-sooner than Mr. Thaxi wala - nagarjuna lost his head said "Tumaaarku chadhne ke pehle samajme nai ata kidhar ko jane ka", and my dear fellow lost his patience - "Abey tereko samjhmein nahi ata - tu hyderabad mein rehta ki hum, tum log ko baat karne ka tameez nahi hai, passenger se kaisa baat karne ka tum log ko traning dena padega - no dont stop me yaar - these people think - dekho police ke paas leke chalo - jyada awaz mat karo". We were lost, no location was striking our heads until - The CHIRANJIVI's house... and we found our way, THAXI man said - "paile bolne kaa na saar, itna der ke baad bola". Later we realised that let's mention the actors address wherever we go... three days of great hyderabad expirence and I love that place.