Adios Hyderabad

The time's come for me to bid adieu to the city of my birth and the place where I've spent 17 years of my life. The place where I've seen the happiest of times and the most embarrassing of times. I've never really forgotten the sights and the sounds of this city although its been two whole years since I've savoured her streets.

Her Streets where the true essence of being a Hyderabadi is discovered (in my case rediscovered). Where the fiercest of Football and the most Vocal form of Cricket in indulged in. Where you sign of the day moaning in a couch after recieving a couple of whammys while playing 'Marampeeti'. Where you learn, first hand, what does the Nawabi (a.k.a bindass, extreme complacency, absolutely laidback and cool) style mean and not to forget where you have Hotel Paradise and the Agra Wala Bandi.

Though I've never experienced first hand the delights of the Haleem they sell at the Paradise Hotel, I've been assured several times over and over again by my non-veggie friends that the stuff is awesome. This is also reemphasised by the fact that a few friends of mine who are absolutely into the thing of keeping themselves fit, have ended their day moaning on the floor of their respective houses after downing a few extra spoonfuls of that stuff.

The bandi on the other hand, its an awesome place where I suspect that he's laced the stuff with some potent drug. You just can't keep off that place if you are in the vicinity and the stuff there simply grows on you.

And not to forget the Charminar, which gets the full vote as the stinkiest place I've seen in my life. I've still not forgotten that day when I was asked to 'experience Old Hyderabad in its Element'. If someone would say that to me today, he'll end the day with his eye blackened.

And last but not least HPS. The most awesumest of schools in the world, where there is everything from guys who don't know the spelling of 'books' to guys who have been so much in the library that the Librarian remembers their faces more than he does his wife. Where there is only fun and fun and fun. Where there are the dumbest teachers to the strictest teachers.

This is how I'll mostly remember Hyderabad. With Love and the slight twinge of Nostalgia. Cheerio Hyderabad and TC. Hope you remain untainted till the changing of the world.