So, how is life? Busy or not… one thing you realize is that either ways there is so much that can potentially be done and not…
Those of us who have at our disposal certain Internet resources have become accustomed to multitasking (or, perhaps become better at that)… however, this is not about Researching and Chatting together… it is about latter – Chatting… an aspect of which bemuses me…
People display in their status 'Busy' (that orange clock that seems to have stuck at 9'o clock)… and keep the messages flowing… every time I respond to any such person I double think (subconsciously, of course) as to whether I should disturb them… imagine you are 'Busy' and you get into a chat, and the moment you are thick in the game… your Mentor comes and stands behind you… and, while you frantically attempt to show that you are busy or at least constructive in your time… your friend bombards you with the most colorful of questions… ;)
And, on the other hand are people who display their status on chat as 'Available'… and when you message them, there is a delay of almost an eternity… before they suddenly go offline!
In an entirely different scenario, a friend of mine describes her present situation as 'terribly great'. Terrible because she's working so hard that at 11 in the night she is preparing to leave office! And, she does this almost every working day. Great because she is liking every moment of it…
Work took me to one of the most beautiful places in Hyderabad – the Necklace Road (a name and thing I guess they have picked up from the Queen's Necklace along the \nMarine Drive, Mumbai) and it's whereabouts. If you come here then this place is a must see. The road wraps around the Husain Sagar lake (a man-made water body) in the middle of which stands the Buddha, and if you turn your gaze around then you see the majestic Birla Mandir.
Business took close to 3 hours and finally when free at 7:47 pm I decided to walk along the Necklace Road. Problem was that I was given wrong directions and I walked closed to 2 and half kilometers in the opposite before being set right. Just as I turned around to reclaim the lost road, a man called out from behind for some assistance. It turned out that he had just lost his cell phone and wanted to use mine to get his number blocked. He wanted to pay in return for the call he had made to which I refused and so he said that he'd drop me at Necklace road.
A walk around the waterside was awesome… till the weather changed. Drastically!
There I was sheltering under a tree that rather than give shade was handing me down all it's accumulated dirt… in this happy state I was joined by a biker… he didn't speak Hindi/English and me – Telugu… so, there we were – partners – in getting drenched to the bone and communicating through sign language mostly… in about 15 minutes all hope was lost and we decided to make our way… thankfully we understood one word in common – Begumpet, my destination and on his way…
Work took me to one of the most beautiful places in Hyderabad – the Necklace Road (a name and thing I guess they have picked up from the Queen's Necklace along the Marine Drive, Mumbai) and it's whereabouts. If you come here then this place is a must see. The road wraps around the Husain Sagar lake (a man-made water body) in the middle of which stands the Buddha, and if you turn your gaze around then you see the majestic Birla Mandir.
Business took close to 3 hours and finally when free at 7:47 pm I decided to walk along the Necklace Road. Problem was that I was given wrong directions and I walked closed to 2 and half kilometers in the opposite before being set right. Just as I turned around to reclaim the lost road, a man called out from behind for some assistance. It turned out that he had just lost his cell phone and wanted to use mine to get his number blocked. He wanted to pay in return for the call he had made to which I refused and so he said that he'd drop me at Necklace road.
A walk around the waterside was awesome… till the weather changed. Drastically!
There I was sheltering under a tree that rather than give shade was handing me down all it's accumulated dirt… in this happy state I was joined by a biker… he didn't speak Hindi/English and me – Telugu… so, there we were – partners – in getting drenched to the bone and communicating through sign language mostly… in about 15 minutes all hope was lost and we decided to make our way… thankfully we understood one word in common – Begumpet, my destination and on his way…
Imagine a Yamaha RX-135 dashing through water-filled roadways, empty roads, and two crazy riders riding the storm - we were that…
Arrivederci
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