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Showing posts with label Hyderabad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hyderabad. Show all posts

Sunday, October 16, 2011

The business called Telangana


Prologue:

If you have been to Gogo's – the blog before, read section (a)

First timers, jump to (b)

Those of you who have landed here by mistake, please continue at your own risk.

a) If you are a regular reader at Gogo's (glad to know you exist) or one who drops by once in a while (intentionally or accidentally), I’m pleased that you are here and I’m sorry about the inactivity; that is if you have noticed it in the first place. If you look closely, unlike the usual Chennai inspired titles about Tamil Brahmins, autos and Rajnikanth, I’m moving to Hyderabad’s burning issues. 

Yes, I have moved base to Hyderabad and so you will be hearing a lot more about Biryani, Reddys and of course, Telangana.

b) WELCOME! And don't think that I don't know that you read part (a) too.

Prologue ends! (You’re welcome)

The T issue is a rather sensitive one, one that evokes extreme responses, both for and against it. If you are looking for my opinion here, then I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm not that brave.

When bandhs are made to become a part of one’s daily existence, then people have to come up with innovative and out of the box solutions to un-bandh their lives. Kolkata folks, you know what I am talking about ;)


Bandh-istan



Life isn't fair and has to go on and not everybody has the luxury or determination to be out on the streets fighting for a cause or sit at home supporting it. So in such a situation, how do people survive? Here are some of my observations,



The local bus service (the Bakras)

Now this is one group I really feel for. For years they have been the punching bag for all reasons.

We want water from Karnataka --- burn the buses;
We won't give water to Karnataka --- burn the buses;
Chuck water, give us Mallaya and his beer from Karnataka --- Burn the buses;




Relief bus?

For every goddamn reason, the buses are the first to bear the brunt of the agitators. How long can anybody tolerate this? So for once, they have decided to just wait out the agitations and boy are they doing it in style. Over 4 weeks now and no sight of buses. Too bad though that the government has decided against giving them their salaries.


For some people, the bad times just don't end. Nevertheless, somebody's loss is someone else's gain.

Educational institutions (Home delivery services):

Perhaps the worst hit group after the bus service. However, except for the teachers/lecturers and parents, nobody else seems to be complaining. It's not like the students are dying to get back to their institutes. Unfortunately, the exams seem to be following them home, quite literally. A news paper article says that some of the private schools have decided to conduct examinations at the comfort of the student's very home and guess who invigilates? The parents!

How does this work? The parents collect the question papers in the morning of the exam from the school and conduct them at home. How cool is that? Imagine giving exams in your pyjamas with a Frooti by your side and your favourite cartoon running on TV. You don't even have to beg for those extra 5 minutes at the end (otherwise you know whom to blame for the low marks). Nobody fails and everybody is happy.


The auto wallas (The fox)
Talk about opportunists and ways to exploit during a bandh, then these guys take the icing on the cake and the cherry with it. Then they come back and take the rest of the cake too. Some insatiable appetite they have.



This picture is for representational purposes only.
He is not an auto driver, even though you might like to believe so.
src: http://www.8pmnews.com/news/headlines/kcr-calls-for-bandh-on-dec-16th

The auto union pledged their support for a separate state of Telangana by going on a two day strike. Well, they did live up to their word by showing their support by draping their autos in pink (the color of TRS party) and wearing a T – scarf and were out in full force looking for an opportunity to loot hapless travellers. 


A friend of mine who had the misfortune of travelling in an auto that fateful day had to shell out 5 times the normal fare. On trying to argue, the auto driver just had two words for him,

Jai Telangana”!!


It is often said that cocaine consumption can be addictive; ask them if they have tried fuel. A rumour is enough for people to leave everything else in life and stand for hours in queues outside petrol bunks. 


As expected, panic followed an official announcement and there were traffic jams reported from various parts of the city, thanks to Kilometre long queues waiting for the elixir of life. Henry Ford and the others, see what you have done.



Please repeat my drink
src: http://www.thehindu.com/todays-paper/tp-national/tp-andhrapradesh/article371214.ece

Almost every small PBC* shop had an additional item on their display; a bottle of diluted petrol and diesel in shrivelled, old plastic bottles sold at the rates of rocket fuel.

* PAN, BIDDI AND CIGARETTE


Bartender pappu


Personally, I wouldn't want any of that diluted petrol in my vehicle because you never know what the diluting agent was, considering that there is a free availability of similar coloured liquids. And I'm not referring to mountain dew or whiskey.

The restaurants (The social service)

At such troubled times, the local Biryani and pizza place have been a real support to the people, almost a shoulder to cry on. With most of the city crippled and in pain, they were the real heroes. They kept their backdoors open and served people selflessly just to see that smile of satisfaction on their face and to hear that pleasant sound of their cash registers ringing. 

To their credit, unlike the autos, they kept their rates the same because they know that keeping a Hyderabadi away from his Biryani is akin to asking Sachin not to adjust his guard in a match. It's unthinkable! Probably uncomfortable too.

The IT crowd (The Immortals aka the dogs):

This group moves around the city with impunity thanks to their protective shields which is hung around their neck. Once you agree to wear these tags, then nothing else matters. Life and death are secondary concerns, the project and client requirements come first. 



These are just a few groups and their unique ways of un-bandh-ing their lives. There are many many more who are facing a genuine threat to their subsistence because of the complete paralysis of the city and the state. This is probably the last thing a government, which is being attacked from all quarters for various reasons, needed. In its quest for retaining power and taking the right decision (hopefully) life is going out of control. This post is written amidst 7 hours of power cuts in a city which once boasted of being one of the fastest developing in the country.

As a Hyderabadi, all I can do is hope that this doesn't cost us too dearly.

Jai Hind!


Friday, February 11, 2011

THE QUEST FOR BIRYANI



Dumka, Joy, chotu haathi and I were walking back home after meeting up some friends for lunch. It was Friday, sometime in October 2009; I remember this for a fact because we had our exams in a week. We took a shortcut to get home which involved crossing a railway track (which I strongly disapprove of) and at that point we decided to take a leak. As the 4 of us peed away to glory, one of us, I’m not sure who, said, “Yaar, feel like eating some good biryani”.

I just laughed and exclaimed casually, “Let’s go to Hyderabad. My parents are out on some desert safari. We could go home”.

I was admiring the trajectory I was making and as I looked up and turned to the side, I had 3 faces looking at me, well, at my face.

It was a very casual statement and I didn’t have the slightest inkling that these crazy friends of mine would take it seriously.

I looked at them in astonishment. “Are you freaking kidding me”, I exclaimed. It was 6:30 in the evening, we had no tickets and it being the start of the weekend, didn’t help either as getting tickets was next to impossible.

We went to our adda (hangout spot), a few minutes from where we stayed and had a serious discussion.

“The exams are in a week man”.

“So? We never study a day before the exams anyway”.

“But what about the tickets”?

The discussion went on for about 10 minutes.

“Screw it man! Let’s go to Hyderabad” was the final verdict.

We rushed to the apartment to tell the others.

First, went to chotu haathi’s apartment to tell his girlfriend. Ritu opened the door and we all screamed at once making no sense. Ritu was shocked to see us all shouting, smiling and excited like monkeys. She exclaimed, “WHAT”?

Chotu told her, “We are leaving to Hyderabad in 15 minutes. Get ready”

A shocked Ritu asks, “Are you serious?”

Chotu says, “Yes absolutely.”

A super excited Ritu dashed into her room to start packing. She comes back and asks, “You guys aren’t kidding right. Because if you are, I swear I am going to kill you all”.

We all laughed and assured her that we were dead serious. Now that we had convinced Ritu, it was time for the next hurdle, our flat mates. We get into our flat to see Bholu completing his record and Killa was in his own world, probably listening to the same song over and over again or just dreaming about money.

We told them the plan and unlike Ritu, convincing wasn’t going to be easy here. It took a while for them to believe we were serious. Bholu, sceptical as always said, “Bhai I have a pre-final practical exam on Tuesday. I don’t think I can make it” and Killa apparently was busy with the college fest.

Convincing didn't seem to work so we got down to packing as fast as we could. Bholu just kept staring at us. At one point Bholu said, “Chuck the exam man. I’m coming too”. Bear hugs and hi5s followed and by 7:35 PM we were all set to leave. Poor Killa was the only one left behind.

We kept exchanging smiles on the way to the bus stop and could feel the adrenaline pumping. We couldn’t believe that we were actually doing this and it all seemed unreal.

The bus journey.
On reaching, we were informed that because of heavy rains in Andhra Pradesh the usual route to Hyderabad was flooded. Nevertheless, we found a way out. There was an operator who was taking a longer route and was charging exorbitantly for a regular bus but despite all the odds, we just had to go. And we were going. This was the beginning of an adventure of a lifetime.

We had a great time in the bus, much to the dismay of the fellow passengers, with the exception of Joy, who was way too busy looking out of the window like a little kid.

Nagarjunsagar Dam


Nagarjunsagar dam with all the gates open.

We woke up to a beautiful morning and were lucky to see the Nagarjun Sagar dam in all its glory. A sight that draws visitors from all around the region.

A journey that shouldn’t have taken us more than 12-13 hours dragged on for 16 hours. We got off, tired and hungry. We reached home, ate and relaxed for a while. In the evening, the great Hyderabad adventure began.

I took over the mantle of the guide and got down to planning the places we should visit. Since none of my friends had seen Hyderabad, I decided to stick to some of the standard places of visit just to give them a feel of the city. In the process I ended up visiting new places and doing things I never did staying in Hyderabad for all these years. We roamed around the city, visited various places, got lost and returned only in the wee hours of the day. 


From Left to Right: Me, Joy, Bholu, Ritu, Chotu haathi, Dumka



Yeh duniya badi gol hai.

At the iconic Lumbini Park.


Watching on as the others tested their cricketing skills.

The Laser Show.
With Mr Buddha for company.

Joy explores his adventurous side.
At Hyderabad's first multiplex. Almost a tourist sight today.

Joy getting romantic

However, the best was left for the last, the inspiration of the trip, the biryani from Paradise (a highly appropriate name for the restaurant) made by the Gods itself, perhaps the best Biryani in the world. On reaching Paradise we were greeted by big burly bouncers. Hard to believe? When you are visiting a restaurant with an iconic status like the “Paradise”, there are bound to be threats, both by Biryani eaters and terrorists.
The wait for the Biryani. 

I have no idea what these guys are trying to do.

We got our table and waited in eager anticipation. Our conversation stopped as the most heavenly aroma drifted towards us and we looked at the magical bowl of biryani approaching. It came closer and closer and we felt our hearts beat faster and faster. We didn't realize that we were all smiling, which didn't last too long though, when we realized it wasn’t for us. However, it wasn’t long before a similar heavenly aroma came our way but this time we were sure, as we saw the largest bowl of Biryani come our way and land onto our table. Every trip has a purpose and the purpose of this trip was met. The quest for Biryani was a success.

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HEAVEN! The best biryani in the world.

Damn I’m hungry now. 


In hindsight, I wonder if this trip would have ever transpired had we not stopped to pee on that October evening. 

*ing (In order of appearance)
Dumka: Mohit Singh
Joy: Joy Deep Ghosh
I/Gogo: Ashish Kalsi
Chotu Haathi: Kautubh Chatterjee
Ritu: Rituparna Dasgupta
Bholu: Mohit Mathur
Killa: Mukund Killa


A special thanks to Bholu for being a pain in the ass and ensuring that I write a post on our trip without further procrastination.