A chance misreading of a letter sets in motion a long rambling account of what happens in my mind when faced with an unexplainable phenomenon. Also a bit of fun about living in the age of STD booths and inland letter cards.
I cycled the eight kilometers from work to home, and cycled back to work the next morning. This was part of ‘Bike to work Day’ at work. This got me thinking about my bicycle-borne adventures, bringing back a flood of memories.
When we were kids, we did not have bicycles – we had to hire them for a rupee an hour. These were small, kid-sized bicycles, and my brother and I used to look forward to the weekends when we were given money to hire them – we did not have allowances, and it depended totally on if we had been well-behaved the previous week. Of course, thinking back on it now, it also got us out of the house and out of our parents’ hair for a few hours.
In the beginning of September 2010, Vidya and I took a jungle holiday in Uttara Kannada. The one thing that stood out in this trip was how we kept seeing Hornbills, and how sighting them shaped our holiday. This is the story of that holiday.
A few weeks ago, I was stocking up on victuals at our local green grocer?s, which goes by the grandiose name of Veerabhadra Vegetables. Veerabhadra Vegetables is by no means a mean place ? on the main road from Kothaguda to Miyapur, its location opposite Shilpa Park gives it a strategic advantage that the grocer has turned into an excuse for the most alarming (to outsiders) Nawabi attitude. It is also this that endears him to all his customers, me included. Wasn?t this the guy
Last week, a census taker visited us, and for the first time, included us in the National Census of India.
The only previous memory of being included in the census was in the 1981 census, when I was staying with my grandparents in Bangalore for the summer holidays. My grandmother was sitting on the stone step outside the front door, removing adulterants from rice, when the census taker visited. My grandmother being a teacher herself, she got into a conversation with the census taker, who was also
Last night, I took a series of share autos to reach home from Panjagutta, and this seems to be an opportune moment to take a look at this alternate public transport system that so effectively supplements and complements Hyderabad’s official public transit systems.
My ride was simple enough ? I got into a share auto in front of the Y2K restaurant at Panjagutta. Once I got in, it took about three or four minutes for the auto to fill up. The driver kept calling out the destination of
Eight life lessons from an afternoon of making pakodas
Vidya wanted to eat pakodas, and I decided to surprise her by making them when she was taking her Sunday afternoon siesta. After making sure she was sound asleep, I chopped the onions, mixed them with the dough, heated the oil and deep fried them. As I was finishing up, Vidya woke up – from the smell of the oil, she said – and walked into the kitchen.
[A good, strong Hyderabadi stomach is recommended before trying any of the street-side coolers mentioned here]
Hyderabadi summers have to be experienced to be believed. Stepping out is like stepping into a sauna. If you stand out for more than a few minutes at a time, your skin is liable to slowly peel off, and you will quickly melt into a pool of unspeakability, which will evaporate before anyone can say ‘unspeakability’. I kid you not.
However, brave soul that I am, I ventured out into this terrible heat on more than a few occasions, and have lived to tell the tale. The secret to survival in this heat is to keep yourself hydrated at all times. And to help you do that, there are numerous roadside vendors peddling you many types of coolers. Here are a few of my encounters with these purveyors of the finest coolants money can buy on the streets of Hyderabad.
Finally, more than two years after I moved to Hyderabad, Airtel Broadband is here.
I get to break free of the shackles of broadband wannabe Tata Indicom, whose always-on connection has managed to be off for more than a dozen times in the past eight months.
Rubbing my hands in glee, I ran a speed test, and it looks like I finally have a decent connection!