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Celebrity Talk

15 Dec

In Indian society, the level of youth being motivated to make it large in his life, is directly proportional to the fact as to how the celebrities in the society are treated.

If I even talk about inter- caste marriage in the family, I would be either beheaded or banished from the society. But if a film star performs inter- religion marriage, it becomes the unique precedent of cultural and communal integrity.

Recently one ‘superstar’ of our nation was acquitted of the charges of rash car driving leading to death of one person who was sleeping on the footpath. The whole nation wanted to know why the homeless was sleeping on the pavement. But if I mistakenly even pluck a flower from roadside pavement decors, I would be fined Rs. 500. A celebrity can go out in public, become grossly drunk and vomit, but I, the common man, cannot even spit in the dustbin without people gazing at me.

All these things indicate that as one rises up on the ladder of success, he goes out of the gravitation force of rules, laws and society.

There is one more thing that these Celebrities can do, but common man can’t. It’s hypocrisy. Recently, one Bollywood actress whose only claim to fame was her so – called oversized body has shed off that ‘over’ with the help of gym. Now, she is considered to be outspoken and previously she always advocated that beauty is not in body. You don’t have to be in shape according to society. Just wear your own shape and decide yourself. It is to be noted that she inspired many girls to be comfortable about their looks as it is and not to be slim for anyone. The same girl now released photos from a photo shoot where her extra pounds are nowhere to be seen and now she advocated fitness. Well! if it would have been me, I would have been annoyingly disturbed about my size by even my parents. Then when I would have tried to shed it off by going to gym or being on a diet, I would have been equally demotivated and after all this if I would have been successful in achieving the loss of some kgs, it would be said that I am jealous of my cousins who are slim or that I am preparing myself for some boy so that I could get married. In my case I would be doing it for anyone but me and in her case, she can’t do it for anyone else. NO!

Oh! There is one more thing that society teaches that if some celebrity does good deeds, his previous bad acts should be forgotten. Not even forgiven, but simply forgotten. So, this means good deeds are like gift vouchers that can be used in bad times. In this era of capitalism, the economic angle of these vouchers need to be studied carefully. It has to be kept in mind that the Gita gyaan should be a little amended. According to Gita, only focus on your work and do not worry about result, but now before you do your work, focus as to if it would fetch you any of those vouchers, so that when result is out, you can use them if needed.

So, for example, get drunk and abuse people, if anyone asks, you may say that you had fed dogs the previous day. That dog would never know that by feeding him, the man just bought a policy to secure his future.

In the end, if you ever come across a news stating that Harshda, a blogger from Delhi is caught red handed for stealing pencil and pens from office, please forgive me, as writing less on the blog nowadays, I am also kind of doing a service. 😛

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Interviews- The One With Madhura- II

15 Nov

So, the interview with Madhura is here. Madhura, there is no character named Madhure in Ramayana, but I didn’t lie. Madhure is the past life name of Mandodari, the wife of Ravana and mother of three illustrious but ill- famed sons.

She came down on earth to answer the queries which generally come in mind when her role in the saga is discussed (which is rarely done).

Me: Hello

She: Namaskar

Me: So… why have you chosen me for taking the interview?

She: My husband and son told that there are plenty of dumb people on paatal, and so don’t waste time on finding the right kind. They suggested your name and made my job easy.

Me: If I am that dumb… why is it that your family encounters only me.

She: God punishes in different ways.

Me: (Ignored :P) So… Mandodari… tell us about something about yourself.

She: You are taking my interview… what do you know about me?

Me: Well… We don’t find much about you in Ramayana… but in other texts there are stories that you were the daughter of Mayasura and Hema. One day Ravana visited your house and fell in love with you and they you two were married. Is this true?

She: That depends on what you believe. You believe what you heard and read or what a demon’s wife is gonna tell you?

Me: Well… I will believe what a sage’s daughter tells me.

She: I am a married woman… I am no longer anyone’s daughter. My only accountability can be drawn through my husband.

Me: Aah… talking about your husband… some say that he abducted Sita as Rama had dishonored Supranakha, his sister. How was that an appropriate conduct for one who is considered to be the biggest devotee of Shiva?

She: Get your facts right. He did not abduct Sita because of his sister. He had already heard about Rama’s victory over several demons. He had the knowledge that this is either Vishnu or just a common man having extraordinary skills… in any situation he knew he would win.

Me: But he lost…

She: How? In the battleground, it was proved that Rama was an incarnation of Vishnu as no other being in the world had power to destroy my lord. He was killed by the God himself.

Me: If that was the only motive, why would he abduct Sita? He could have waged war against Ayodya or against Rama itself.

She: Wouldn’t he then be looked upon as a fool? Why would the keeper of Kuber’s treasure need to invade anyone? He had power, authority, money… everything… what would have been the explanation to invade Ayodya? And about challenging Rama.. well… that is even more amusing as to why would the greatest king be interested in a forest dweller.

Me: Ok… talking about Seeta… how was her conduct in Ashoka Vatika?

She: Well… she was a serene lady. I was very much impressed by her faithfulness towards her husband, and the belief that he would come to rescue her was applaudable.

Me: What was your reaction when your husband told that he has abducted a woman.

She: I was not at all surprised at first as similar incidents had occured in the past, but when I came to know that he had taken the guise of sadhu and fooled Sita to believe him I was a bit disappointed. He did a sin henious than forcefully taking a woman.

Me: We read in Valmiki Ramayana that when all the great warriors of Lanka died, Ravana organizes a yajna (“fire sacrifice”) to assure his victory. Rama sent a troop of monkeys headed by Hanuman and the monkey prince Angada to destroy this yajna. The monkeys created havoc in Ravana’s palace, but Ravana continues the yajna. Angada dragged you by your hair in front of Ravana. The enraged Ravana abandons the yajna and strikes Angada with his sword. Is this correct?

She: You will find gruesome descriptions in Krittivasi Ramayana and Bichitra Ramayana. Well.. I would just say that my husband was no less loyal than Rama and protected me whenever needed.

Me: Ok… last question… what did you learn from Sita?

She: What was the need? Instead she learnt quite a lot things from me.

Me: Oh..

She: Like… how to put on makeup… I gave her many of my secrets… and yeah… she learnt a thing which she actually had to follow in later life… when Rama abandoned her and sent her to forest where she gave birth to her two illustrious sons… it was my conduct that she followed.

Me: And that was?

She: To be with your man… always. If I was with my husband, when he conquered the world… it was my duty to be with him when he failed at the hands of a forest dweller. If I was with him at his best then I had the duty to be at his worst too. And I did that. Sita also did that.

Me: Panchakanyas…. the one among the five virgins… thank you for coming over and chat with me.

She: Well… I was so bored in heavens… but still don’t call me back.

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So, the interview is over. Will meet you soon after I make up something else to publish. 😛

Interviews- The One with Madhura

9 Nov

Happy Diwali week to all. The repeated questions on “Have you stopped writing?” intrigue me. Either the people want me to write or they just want to confirm if I have stopped writing so that they can be assured of their mail box not filled with crazy blogposts. Whatever the case may be I am stubborn on writing. And when the stubbornness would fade away or become weak… instances happen… instances that need to be shared.

So, on Diwali we basically worship Ganesha and Laxmi. But one other story of Diwali is that on this auspicious day Rama came to Ayodya after 14 years of exile in the forests and after killing Ravana, Ravana who had abducted Sita, the wife of Rama.

This Diwali as Rama comes home, a person would follow him. This person is one who, in the fight of right and wrong, lost even when all the duties were obeyed, even when every karma which rightfully is to be done was done. This person would come to ask questions and answer the questions that sometimes linger. This person would be interviewed by me (the creative soul, of course :P).

Here is a hint about this person. Its a character from Ramayana and even after giving birth to three children she is one of the five virgins. Her role in Ramayana was very short but in other texts like Ramakein and Krittivasi Ramayana she has been described at length and her conduct is compared with water; pure, serene and pacified.

Guess this guest, share your answers on the fb page or comments section and see if you are right isas the first ever interview with a character from Ramayana would be published this Diwali. 🙂

Stay tuned.

The Hanging!

1 Aug

For everyone who thinks that the recent hanging of a convict involved in Bombay… oops! Mumbai Bomb Blasts was cruel, undemanding and inhumane might have never known or never needed to know what a bomb blast is. I don’t claim to know what it is either but being a lawyer… I have seen what losing a dear one can mean to someone. How it affects the living and the non- living.
I think these people belong to the group who see the live coverage of a bomb affected site, participate in the candle light march at Jantar Mantar or India Gate, come home and the next morning when the wake up, they don’t remember the previous day. Now, I am not mocking anyone. But, I fail to understand as to why do we have such short- lived memory. 1993! Two hours of serial bombings all around the city. Blasts that took almost 250 lives and ruined uncountable breaths that remained to weep. Two hours… that displaced more than one thousand people living on streets and moved even those who resided in skyscrapers. Two hours of terror, twenty years of recovery… and counting.
No one was joyous when he was hanged. No one danced. Even those who were most directly affected by the blasts were not happy to celebrate because they know the void that is created when one leaves. They know that his family may have no fault but they would have to live with the consequences.
Many of us are questioning the Supreme Court’s ‘hurried’ decision on his hanging. “Hurried” they say. They say that it was for the first time that to pronounce a decision, Supreme Court worked at the peak of night. It was for the first time too, that in 1993, Mumbai was shaken. It was only for the first time , the concept of ‘serial blasts’ was introduced to this country. The judiciary just continued this ‘first- time’ convention in his honour.
The debate is revolving around two hours of bomb blasts v/s two minutes of hanging. It should have been revolving around its consequences. It is all about justiciability. It should have been about the aftermath. He was not a hero. But, I am quite sure that after 10-15 years a movie based on his life would be released and earn more than 100 crores, might win a National Award too.
The hundreds who died are dead, but he would be kept alive.
In the last, it all boils down to a mention in General Knowledge books in varied forms, and THAT is the most tragic of all.

 

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Rang Gulaabi (The Colour is Pink)

15 Jul
Recently, I visited the heart of the king’s land. The land of palaces in abandoned mists. The city of Jaipur famous as the Pink City.

The purpose of visit was to take a judicial exam. The purpose was badly defeated and now let’s talk about the trip. As you know my trips are never descriptive of things for which the place is famous.

So, after reaching Jaipur, we stayed at Ramada Hotel. It is one of the best hotels in the city. After taking some rest we (my parents and I) went to meet one relative of my mother and then to other relative and then to some other one. On the way, I saw University of Rajasthan, the place where my father did his graduation, that library building where he used to study and that particular house where he lived for almost 3 years. And then we entered the actual pink city. The shops on both the sides are painted pink. Each and every shop… although it was not proper pink but magenta. Then from there, we went to the Govind Dev ji Mandir. The peculiar thing about it was that there was a small mosque in premises of the temple. In the evening, we went to a place called Choki Dhani. This is said to be an outing place for Jaipuriyas. Here you can find the whole lot culture of Rajasthan. They will welcome you at the entry gate in rajasthani style. The whole aura feels like you have entered into some village and various activities are going on; kalbeliya dances, magic shows, kathputli dance, mehendi and many many other things. We had our dinner at that place only and the hospitality was beyond expression. They would make you sit crossed leg on floor and then one after the other start bringing delicacies. It seems that the menu would never be over. They would start with water, then salad, then curd, then four types of vegetables and daal, then three types of rotis, then bajre ki khichdi, then two types of chutneys, then rice, then imarti and finally paapad. The food habits in Rajasthan are such that after they serve you the paapad, they wouldn’t give you anything, even if you ask for.

And so the next day was the tentative exam for which I had traveled to the beautiful land. The exam was pretty good than I had expected but bad enough to fail.

After the exam, I saw my parents  waiting for me outside the examination center. The first question that came out of my mother’s mouth was “Are you hungry” and my father’s mouth was “Will you pass?” I think that’s the difference. But I did not show any discrimination, and replied to neither. Well… we went to lunch after that… and back to Delhi by night.

The car driver had stories to tell. He is a Delhi driver who outsmarted one Jaipuri driver there. He advised my father on roads, routes and life. Yes… one of the gyaans being “life me na… bus khush rehna chahiye.. chahe kitna bhi dukh ho… (in life, one must be happy, even if there are ‘n’ number of sorrows surrounding you)”, he had a particular taste for pakoras and had a recipe to tell to every dhabawala where we wold have snacks.

So. this was all about the short visit to the old pink city. 🙂

 

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Honey- Positively Sweet

9 Jul

Have you ever wondered what goes into your tummy when you take a cup of tea? Almost 43 units of calories. And that is just one cup. Now you would be wondering, why the always giggling blogger bothered about your cup of tea. Well! Frankly I am not. I am writing about this issue, because I am trying to shed off some extra fat from my belly. The reason being the approaching dates of engagement. Engagement is a function to create first impression on a lot of strangers. It is a social gathering to let people know that you are going to be screwed and that your good days are left less. The engagement is within one month and I have to perform the herculean task to get the belly in shape. To drape a saree, you need confidence that you are looking good and  that the saree is not revealing your good taste for butter and other fattening delicacies.

So, for the accomplishment of the mission, I started using stairs (when escalator is not working 😛 ), avoided oily food at home (just to eat them outside), started running in park (to chase the cute guy 😛 ), but all in vain (and you know the reasons 😛 ). After trying to try these ideas, I stopped and told myself that I don’t have to push myself to do things which I don’t like for impressing people who don’t matter. I don’t need to be slim or in shape so that I look good. I look good anyways if I think so. But… i need to be healthy. (And that is how… you play the game of diplomacy with yourself.) So, to be healthy I need to stick to healthy diet. And that is when I surfed the internet to find out how much calories I was taking. And a very small research revealed that I did not need to do the vast one, as overall I was (am) taking the calorie intake of 3 people combined. Now… don’t blame me, it’s partly mother’s love, partly Indian food habits, partly the nature of job I am in and largely the awesome chole bhature that I eat (:D). So, all in all, if I need to look gorgeous… oops… healthy on that particular day, I need to do something.

And while I was facing all this dilemma, I found a very easy way to make things work. Just one spoon of honey with lime water in the morning and substituting honey with sugar in every sweet delicacy. Now, that is not tough and guess what, it not only worked in the way it was intended but many other ways. It refreshes me and keeps me active. Where previously I could eat only one plate of chole bhature, now I can eat two (honey helps in generating hunger), but it also keeps me active enough to run in the park (and now the cute guy chases me 😛 ), keeps me active enough to opt for stairs even though the escalators are working. It actually keeps me glowing and I feel healthy.

To calculate your calorie intakes per day and to know the ways to bring them down for starting a healthy diet, you can visit this Honey Diet on http://www.daburhoney.com/. @DaburHoney_Ind  #HoneyDietIsHere.

I don’t know much about how much weight I lost or if my waist line reduced a bit. Again, how does it matter? It’s just an engagement, and that too my cousins’,  not mine. Oops.. I didn’t tell you that right?? :p

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Truth At Our Convenience

25 Jun

So a blog post after a long long time, and that does not mean that this one is good. 😛 I believe in maintaining the quality standards, so this one too is the same old quality.

Truth, is deceptive and we who speak it are the biggest lairs. Yes!! because the one who speaks truth would expect truth from the other side, without understanding his situation. People tend to judge others based on their position and so if they can tell a truth and the other cannot, they quickly judge that person without understanding the other side. Only a person who lies can understand you.
Also, most of the people treat themselves as an exception. When someone fails, they have a criticism to make, but if the failure is own then we have a lot of explanations and excuses to stand out. To show off that we were differently placed and that we didn’t fail but such and such situation lead to the failure.
Also, we expect only others to follow the path of righteousness and truth, but we rarely try to implement those good set goals on ourselves. Take an example!! While driving a car, we always whine over buses who take over and drive speedily. But when we are in the same bus, we never care about its speed and if it jumped the red light. We never ask the driver to be within the prescribed limits of speed nor do we ask what is the hurry to jump the red light. Instead, in our minds we thank him for being in a hurry as he would carry us to the destination earlier. And when we are on this topic of jumping red lighs, I seriously don’t get it. Why do people do it? What is the restlessness about? As in what would you achieve by saving those 30 or 40 seconds of your life.

Now , with this, I am reminded of one more issue. The way weddings take place in India. Every  parent want that their son should be wedded to a girl as beautiful as Aishwaya Rai totally forgetting the fact that they are not as wealthy as Bacchans. They want a handsome dowry for their not so handsome son. They want the other party to give a lavish party, spend heavily on ceremonies and a grand reception. And when its their daughter’s time to get married, they want to enforce anti- dowry laws.

Just imagine, one MBA graduate girl earning 18 lakhs per year has to marry a simple engineer holding a degree from an unknown private college but drawing 20 lakhs per year and on that pay him almost 25-30 lakh. I mean, ultimately, it all boils down to getting married to a person whom she would not have even befriended if they would have met in college. Ultimately, it boils down to pay grades and to number of digits in salary. Recently, one of my known persons got married. He was shown girl’s photo and he rejected her saying that he liked her only 80 per cent. The bride’s parents kept on increasing the amount of money ;they were ready to give as ‘gift’ and ultimately now after their settlement, that girl is his 100 per cent legally wedded wife. But, in future at the time of his sister’s marriage, this same boy would expect the other party to be polite and respectful. He would give his share of excuses and say that his case was different.

Everybody’s case is different. Everyone’s case is the same.

So, don’t stand out. Sometimes be a part of crowd. Don’t be an exception. Be general, owe up to what you did wrong. Don’t be an excuse.
So, the whole purpose of this post was to:
1. write something… anything 😛
2. Umm… ok I forgot… 😛
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Lonely Crowd

1 Mar

“How dare you touch me? Can’t you sit properly?”

A shrilling voice in the midst of routine murmurings  turned the attention of every single person present in that coach. It was almost 9:30 in the morning. The city folks were rushing to reach their workplaces. That Metro was witnessing the usual crowd, the daily passengers, the daily musings and the boringly routine passage of stations. But, the voice turned everybody’s attention. The young brigade pulled out the earplugs from their ears and the ‘grown ups’ rested the Candy Crush Saga for a while. That shrilling voice which halted everything was a girl. A girl in yellow suit and black sweater. Seemingly in her late 20s, she was screaming over a man who must be in his early 40s.

“There is so much rush… I didn’t intend to…” The man tried to explain.

“Oh, everybody is standing in the rush…  this man behind me… is also standing… he didn’t touch… you are comfortably seated…” The girl shouted.

“So what?? Huh… why are you creating a scene? First of all, I didn’t touch you… and even if you felt it… I am sorry for the mistake…”

“Oh mistake? Just because I am pointing it out to you… You feel it’s a mistake… otherwise…” A man who was standing beside the lady now interrupted.

“What is the problem?” He asked the lady.

“This man is continuously touching my legs with his feet… not once but thrice he did so… and I know its not co- incidental.”

The whole coach was listening to the details. They wanted the voices to be raised, so that they could get the audio clearly. There was a consensual silence and the only voices that could be heard were coming from that side.

“You are seeing the crowd na… maybe he is right and by mistake…”. The man tried to put off the matter.

But the lady continued… “If you again touch my feet, you will be solely responsible for the consequences.” She warned the man in the seat.

By this the so- called framed accused also started shouting and warned the girl that if she does not shut her mouth he would do so by slapping her.

Now, the dumb but definitely not deaf crowd came into senses and tried to peace out. There were voices from all over the coach.

“Someone hand over both of them to the police.”

“Someone just shut them off.”

A teenager commuting along with his friend told him, “This is the first time I am witnessing such ‘interesting’ dispute in the Metro.”

Some were giggling over the issue, while some were advising everybody to do this or that so that peace could be restored. Some were talking to themselves as to why ladies travel in the general coach when they have a ladies compartment (Not realising that about 10,000 lady personnel were recruited by DMRC to keep the men out of the ladies compartment and even after that, a fine of almost Rs. 25,000 is received every month by DMRC by way of men’ travelling in ladies coach).

Well, it’s not an uncommon sight. It’s not an uncommon incident. The only reason I shared this incident was (a)to applaud the girl who voiced up. As i read somewhere in this regard, Its their shame not ours. Instead we should be proud of ourselves to voice up at the right time for the right cause and (b) to ask a question (to myself too) that ‘would you be the uncommoner to step up and help in reducing such common incidences’?Now, you would ask HOW? What can we do? If nothing more for example in this case, the people who were occupying the seats could have offered one to that lady… pretty simple… right?Now, you would again argue.. “the lady might be acting”. Sure… she might be.. but what if she is not? It was 9:30 in the morning… I guess everybody was not tired.

Anyways, the incident is over or might be continuing in some other Metro, in the presence of a different crowd, with different type of shrills, everything different except the common tragedy.

But the question remains, would you give an answer or become one yourself?

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That crowd where you stand alone !!

 

The Doom And Despair Of Walls And Dustbins

22 Jan
It is said… that you can judge the level of civic sense of any society by the manner in which people conduct themselves in the social life. According to this, India is the only country where, let alone people, the public walls and dustbins try to conduct themselves in the most subtle manner. They, very clearly, ask people to use or not to use them. Its a very common sight to find a wall on which, in bold letters, it is clearly written that “Peeing is not allowed here.” If it would have been some other country, people might have got offended. How dare someone write such a warning on the wall… are we insane… or so mannerless? They would ask. But… In India… our citizens will take it up as a  challenge and with days of dedication and focus erase the “not” from the warning by peeing and spitting on the particular word. Also not uncommon is the sight of people peeing on bushes. Now, anyone would call that filthy… but please… you have to understand the mentality of that person. According to him, he is watering the greens… and that is a good job he is doing. I would like to ask those people who regard this ‘watering’ as littering… do you come with a bucket everyday to water that plant? No… you don’t… then you don’t have any right to object on the efforts of others.
And if, by the above you are not impressed by the level of sophistication, visit the Metro. So clean and dirt free. The Metro announcer would shrill to the top of his voice announcing “Do not litter in the Metro or on the Metro station” and below that loudspeaker a child would throw his empty packet of chips on the floor. What can you do… its a child, you see! But grown ups don’t behave in such way. They would not litter around and make Metro a dumping place. They would cautiously keep all the packets of chips, biscuits and other things in their bag and dump them on the road outside the station or will fly them out of the buses which they take after the Metro ride. They are sensible and adhere to laws. Why wouldn’t they? After all, a fine of upto Rs. 500 can be imposed on littering in Metro while the same act can be freely done outside.
Likewise, India must be the only country where a dustbin almost screams out to people in a very helpless manner that “Please Use Me”. And the people are even greater who, whether its leftover tea or paan, would throw it everywhere but dustbin. Where would you find such a beautiful tableau of Indian culture? Where else would you find such citizen participation in social life?
On one side, there is this wall, that would weep and ask not to use it and on the other there is this duty bound  dustbin that would roll on your feet and ask you again and again to use it and increase its worth.
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TelanganAndhra visit

15 Dec
Hi friends!! Recently I visited Hyderabad in Andhra Pradesh and I have a beautiful experience to share. I would say that this trip was different from any others that I had because this time, I met a local person, got to know their problems and saw the real Hyderabad. The city and its life. I did not visit the popular sight places like Ramoji Film Studio, Golcunda Fort, Chow Moholla Palace and others  but only two places.

It was a two- day trip. My flight reached Rajiv Gandhi International Airport at 10 in the morning. We were welcomed by two people who had the responsibility of taking us around the place. After we seated in the car, a 200 kms journey started towards Shrisailam where the famous temple of Mallikarjun stands. Its basically another name of lord Shiva. It is said to be one of the twelve jyotirlingas. The long drive was intriguing with a one hour ride inside the Nagarjuna Tiger Reserve which is India’s largest tiger reseve. We did not find any tiger but there were a lot of monkeys. This forest is said to be the same where Seeta of Ramayana had seen a golden deer, where Ravana came as a saint and took her and where Rama requested monkeys to go and find his wife. Monkeys!! Oh there were hell lot of monkeys we found on the road. People were throwing biscuits and other eatables from the moving cars. Strangely, Rama became God in that one life but the plight of the creatures who assisted him are still struggling. There is no improvement in their fate. Well moving on! we reached Shrisailam at about 6 pm , went for the darshans, went to the hotel, had our dinner and slept. We had to get up at 3 the next day to attend the aarti. And it was worth it. We attended the whole aarti, it was an hour long process and it was truly amazing. Not that I am a big devotee or something, but the whole aura, the aromas, the feel of it, was nothing less than divine. After attending the main aarti we rushed back to Hydearbad which was again a 5 hour ride. The way back didn’t seem to be repeating and again that drive was refreshing. Oh, here i would like to mention that this particular place now lies in Telangana.

Well we reached Old Hyderabad, saw the Char Minar and from there many places like Nizam palace, High Court of Andhra which is now the High Court of Telangana too, Taj hotel where recently Salman Khan’s sister was married. This Minar is situated in the heart of the bangle market, crowded with people from all sides. The driver told us that New Hyderabad is quite more impressive and that is called Cyberabad with malls, new buildings, etc. Its a totally different place and you would not believe that its part of the same Hyderabad that we were in. On the way, we saw the Hussain Sagar lake too which is spread over about 32 kilometres of land area. We had our lunch at the biggest biryani point in Asia. Its a very famous restaurant where personalities like Sachin Tendulkar, Amitabh Bacchan and the like have dined. They have a wall of fame where they have put the photos of the celebrities who have visited it. I guess they missed the chance to have a new photo to be hanged there. I might not visit the place again. :P. Although I would love to 🙂 So, this was the whole journey. But hold on, I have not yet revealed the causes of my appreciation of this place.

First of all, I was impressed by the driver. Now please don’t take that statement otherwise. But I found him quite humorous, intellectual and having an open and neutral thinking. He reads Deccan Chronicle. He is from Telangana but was not happy with the bifurcation. He said that Andhra people are better. They would call others with respect like ” idhar aana ji…” however, Telangana people are rough in their way of talking and would not give a person the respect that every human deserves. They would see you down if you are less educated or not up to their status. He told me that he had not voted for that particular party who was promising bifurcation, but remarked ” maine to use vote hi nahi diya… fir bhi wahi aaya”. I asked him if he at least voted. And he told that he did. He added “vote to karna chahiye na… warna main ye jo abhi bola wo main kaise bola agar vote hi nahi deta”. It felt like he had earned the right to critise the government policy as he had voted. Also, he had very neutral views on Hindu- Muslim tension that prevails in some parts there. The way he was keeping his views, it seemed that he is a Hindu. But when I asked his name it turned out be the other way round. Mohommad Salaam, I know you are not reading this ( but I had promised you that I will tell my friends about you… 🙂 ) So… thank you for the random songs from your collection of CDs ranging from… “chikni chameli” to “vande mataram” , for telling me that Hyderabadi bangles are very famous “Hyderabad aake ye to lena hota madam” (this statement caused my father an unexpected loss of almost Rs. 5000) and for the “Irani” tea.

Secondly, there is a dam on river Krishna on the way to Shrisailam. It is a tourist view point. The interesting thing about it, is that it connects Andhra with Telangana. Krishna is a bone of contention between Andhra and Karnataka, but now one more State is added to the fight. The interesting part about this dam is that if you are in Telangana side the view that you are seeing towards the dam is Andhra and vice versa. Its like, A——B. Suppose the dotted line is that dam with river flowing under it. A is Andhra Pradesh and B is Telangana. And  you reach the other side, that is, Andhra in almost 15 minutes and the more interesting thing is that you can see that view point from Andhra. As in, fifteen minutes before you were in some different state and you changed the state but you can still see that place.

Thirdly, in the old Hyderabad, the roads have been largely acquired by mosques and temples standing besides the roads. There was this one road where a temple and mosque stand face to face acquiring almost the whole road. That is called unity in diversity.

So, this was all about the whole trip. There were many other moments that I had and I would rejoice in life, but they are too personal to be shared. I hope you enjoyed this post. I am not a travelogue blogger, but this long awaited trip was worth mentioning. Oh… one thing… if you like South Indian food as in sambhar be careful to order it if you are in Andhra or Telangana. The sambhar I had was sweet in taste and since everybody else around, was eating it with no bad faces, i guess that is how they make it there… So, if you like your sambhar spicy, refer to anything else in the menu, but delicacies which involve sambhar.
Thank You…
The four pillars standing since 1500s

The four pillars standing since 1500s

That Dam...

Srisailam Dam…

Harshda Mangal

5th year, B.B.A., LL.B. (h)

Guru Gobind Singh Indraprastha University

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