Friday, August 22, 2008

Another thing that worries me about these Americans is the use of the word momentarily.
I almost shat in my trousers when the pilot announced "we shall take off momentarily"
Get me off this aircraft right now!

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Hello all, have been loafing around in the Bay Area these last few days. Did all the regualr touristy things ...well some of them at any rate.

India gave me a parting gift. I left with a 103 fever. It was fun. I was hoping they wouldn't pull me off the plane in Shanghai for having SARS or bird flu or whatever. The last place I want to be stuck in is China. Well anyhow apart from that minor interruption made it to SFO and have been having a blast here. Err no not that kind of blast...I'm not from Al Queda Please don't send me to Guantanamo Bay. I don't even like Cuba. I don't want to be Al Quaidi. Help! I don't want to sing Guantanamo mera to the tune of Guantanamera.

One of the many things that strike me about the US.

The Political correctness.--They call a spade a farmyard implement.

The Bay Area has some amazing cars. Especially posh places like pebble beach. I just stood and watched as 3 cars whizzed by
they were a Ferrari a Lamborghini and a strech Limo. My eyes popped out of their sockets. This led my uncle to remark "Put those eyes and tongue back in they fine you for littering here:"

more later

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Hyderabad Blues

This Blog will soon be coming to you from a different country! It feels strange. In a few days, I'll be uprooting self, and moving to the Umrika. So those of you on the east coast, with masochistic tendencies- do get in aforaustralopithecus(at)gmail(dot)com

Many Hyderabadi things will be missed such as


Late nights at C and F's

Good Biryani

Chatting away in NC till its late in the evening and the buses are so damned crowded you need to wait for an hour to get an emptyish one, all the time yakking away at the bustop over the amazing adrak chai at the bandi

Old Monk and Thums Up


The original Charminar

Sitting around in Irani cafes for hours on end..and ordering one single chai and Osmania biskoot and smoking innumerable bada Gold Flakes. Saying things like Afzal bhai teen chote samose 2 Lukhmee 4 single chai aur sabko Osmania biskoot.

The random loafings around K's house in Secunderabad with R and M the insane times we had rolling with laughter in those dirty gallis . Like the time we were discussing sidey film titles such as Rajamhundry Rambha and Vayasu Pilustundi Raa, these three girls thought we were eve teasers. It was fun. Almost got into serious trouble, but just managed to realize in time and run away before their baap bhai log came to beat us up

Driving around aimlessly in the Cantt.

The odd combination of the smell of stale beedi smoke, unwashed bodies, malle poovulu and toddy. Thats the smell of the bus that took me home.

The fact that you could walk into a restaurant at 1630 hours and have lunch!

The smell of mirchi bajjis frying on rainy monsoon days.

The time space distortion that you have here. When you ask anyone for directions, they will invariably say, (no mater where you are and where you want to go), seedha chale jao.
WRT time we should look at the terms Parson. and abichaatoon. When a Hyderabadi says parson he doesn't mean the day before yesterday, he or she means any date from yesterday to the time when Mehboob Pasha became the Nizam. When a Hyderabadi says abich aatoon and goes away the probability of not seeing him again is very high.

This list is endless. I shall keep adding. You had better keep reading