Hope you are all well.
This is volume 11… and with each volume I get more interesting responses… however, the number 11 holds special significance for me… for 4 years of Engineering, it was my roll number – a call of which prompted me to action almost always…
In the last 4 days there have been 2 mails from Mumbai with the same content… 'mobiles lost… update your numbers…' What are you up to guys? Why resort to this if you want somebody's number? … why not shoot a mail straight to that person…? …haha ;)
Nature here in Hyderabad plays a strange game… everyday at 6 (or around) the clouds gather, and then shower for a while… and then gone. I wonder if everyday at 6 the precipitation level in the atmosphere crosses that delicate threshold – to rain or not to rain…?
The senior-most manager here in Sify, Hyderabad is my namesake and a most genial person. Yesterday he reveled me with stories of the Nizams of Hyderabad… on one occasion when he was young (many moons ago) he was called in by the descendant of the erstwhile Nizam for lunch… the spread was magnificent and so was the grandeur… now when the host had finished his lunch, his manservant brought forth a huge pitcher, he put his mouth in it, and the poor fellow (the manservant) rinsed his master's mouth… and then along came another with a pair of towels to wipe his water-drenched moustaches… imagine that! And, he assures me that such people are still to be found…
I think I have already spoken about the traffic situation here however yesterday something that caught my eye deserves a retelling… when you are driving from Secunderabad station to Begumpet… you cross two flyovers and in between them a multiple-junction point which is almost always overcrowded with buses, cars, bikes and autos – of all kinds cramped in all possible angles and manners…
Oblivious to all this commotion, traffic, noise et al. was this set of young lovebirds sitting on the perimeter wall of the roundabout… there was this slight drizzle and the orange sky (the sun was setting you see)… and there gazes were locked into each others… the fellow held her hand gently and was saying something that was obviously music to the young lady's ears… amazing at a place where I was not able to hear what my auto-driver was suggesting to me… the two could actually not just hear each other but were lost in their own world…
I think I have already spoken about the traffic situation here however yesterday something that caught my eye deserves a retelling… when you are driving from Secunderabad station to Begumpet… you cross two flyovers and in between them a multiple-junction point which is almost always overcrowded with buses, cars, bikes and autos – of all kinds cramped in all possible angles and manners…
Oblivious to all this commotion, traffic, noise et al. was this set of young lovebirds sitting on the perimeter wall of the roundabout… there was this slight drizzle and the orange sky (the sun was setting you see)… and there gazes were locked into each others… the fellow held her hand gently and was saying something that was obviously music to the young lady's ears… amazing at a place where I was not able to hear what my auto-driver was suggesting to me… the two could actually not just hear each other but were lost in their own world…
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