Hello world,
I have been disconnected for an awful long time. A lot has happened. Well, not really a lot (my life isn’t very exciting). We’ve been to Hyderabad last weekend! By “we”, I mean my friends and I and not my family. I bet you’re surprised. I was pretty surprised too. I barely make it to South City Mall without mom! Besides that, my mid semester exams were like an avalanche of disasters. I’m literally not heading anywhere in life. But all that rant has become repetitive and boring. So let us commence with my trip to the City of Nizams (if you search for “City of Nizams” you get Hyderabad, so don’t look at me like – o.O). And for the perplexed lot, don’t sweat over it – in 1974, Mughal Viceroy Asif Jah l, created his own dynasty, known as the Nizams (are they your ancestors?).
There were seven of us travelling – not going to name them (playing it safe). I thought it would be an awkward, almost a day, train journey, but it went well. We reached Hyderabad on a cloudy Saturday morning. It was earlier than 8 am, when we headed out of the train station and towards the streets. I didn’t imagine an outrageous flow of buses, cars and other vehicles first thing in the morning. But as reality had it, the streets were packed and I had to cross like a ninja (not that I normally cross roads like any decent human would). The place rather reminded me of a very busy Laitumkhrah of Shillong. When you look back, you’ll only remember a blur of dark coloured buildings, a few blue and white buildings are the brightest colours you will recall
We ended up going to Hyderabad mainly for quizzing. The quiz was excellent but it was uneventful. The best part was my sleepover at a very বাঙালি (nowhere close to the jungle) Rafiki’s place. We took off from the hotel, to his place. His room smelled like Ameen uncle’s flat – how would a bowl of caramel, kept in a small wardrobe with naphthalene balls smell like? Dear lord that was a terrible description. The bathroom smelled like that of ours, back in Australia. I stood inside for five minutes, trying to remember every minute detail of our place and inhaling the air (that smelled like the two most important years of my life) as much as my lungs could take in. It smelled like a mixture of (look away, bad description attack part II) the toiletries section of Woolworths – fresh, the gold coloured body wash of Lux and I don’t know, home. I’d like to believe that I’m an hyperosmic person, since all my memories are related to smell and my olfactory senses are in fact, pretty strong (Dog power, level 9000 – unlocked).
We visited Golkonda Fort the next day. It looked beautiful throughout the day. We climbed all the way up, till the sun began to set. As it got darker, the fort started to look a little frightening. It was dusk when we got down, and fort looked as intimidating as it could. If you’re like me – who imagines 10,000 possibilities for every little scenario and who’s air-headed all the time, chances are your mind will start narrating a horror story with lots of plot twists, which did happen and it made things a lot more scarier. It’s kind of fun to have a brain that narrates stories, maybe it’s a super power, or an entertainment power, or a power with no absolute proficiency but still a power, who knows?
Speaking of horror stories, Rafiki da narrated the best Satyajit Ray horror stories throughout the night and we talked till 4 in the morning. I guess the sleepover was the best part of the trip, though I thought the quiz would be the best. And being a hyperosmic person, leaving his place meant leaving the smell behind. Oh who am I kidding, the smell was the best part of the trip.
I also forgot to mention that we had icecream at the Cream Store at 10:30pm. This is of no significance whatsoever, except that the empty streets, the jet black sky, the breeze before rainfall, the Audis parked nearby, the pink coloured logo of the Cream Store, the fancy buildings across the road – gave us a feeling of content, that nothing has and will go wrong tonight.
If every trip to new places would give you a feeling of content, then my dreams are probably heading towards the right direction. Well that’s all for now. Good night.
to leave behind 