Hamaara Hyderabad
It was a Friday again, exactly one week after the black blasts at the revered Mecca Masjid. My way back to home from office. In front of Queen’s Plaza I hired an auto and got down near the Begumpet railway station, the old autowala searched his tiny tin box for the change; 1 Re less, he was not having change, when I nodded in agreement for my loss, he reset his meter, started his vehicle and immersed himself in the puzzling traffic. He did not forget to present me a smile, his betel chewing, broken brown teeth shined, the perfect Hyderabadi style.
Sardar Patel road was literally full, the commercial Begumpet area was preparing for yet another dusk, the end of business hours, vehicles flowing from the nearby airport formed an endless line. The huge neon lit hording on the top of the bridge, on which Chiranjeevi and Nayanthara from the latest Telugu movie, with all the glitters, showered smiles at the pedestrians, the drilling work for the fast finishing ‘Green lands-Panjagutta’ flyover continued, lorries ferrying concrete and sand hurried through the lines, workers were busy, life was normal, the city was the same, everywhere.
Beside the bridge, near the station, I had ‘vada’ and tea from one of the street side makeshift stalls. A short guy with round face served me chutney, he whistled a Telugu popular tune, the curry was hot, spicy and I coughed.
It was evening 6:30; scorching summer sun was retreating, the prayer calls for ‘Magrib’ from the nearby mosque thickened the air, a flock of ash coloured pigeons fluttered around from their hide outs, small boys in pyjamas and white caps lined out from the nearby neighbourhood. The old lady selling bangles and stuffed cotton saris in the shades near the flyover gazed. The city remains unmoved; life was normal, predictable and with ease, as it was in the last one decade; the message was strong, no evil can upset the warmth of brotherhood and the kind shades of universal tolerance, which is deep there in the blood.
The blast had its repercussions but Hyderabad learnt smart lessons from the past, no more infiltrations or outrageous actions, the populace matured, the normal Hyderabadi has grown to a new level of acceptance, now he see his neighbour through the eyes of a human and not through the hatred lens given by the clergy, as he was fooled numerous times in the history. A remarkable, salacious and outstanding achievement.
Yes, it is rightly said, you can fool some of the people all of the time, all of them some of the time, but you cannot fool all of them all of the time. And Hyderabad stands the happy example for this.
Sardar Patel road was literally full, the commercial Begumpet area was preparing for yet another dusk, the end of business hours, vehicles flowing from the nearby airport formed an endless line. The huge neon lit hording on the top of the bridge, on which Chiranjeevi and Nayanthara from the latest Telugu movie, with all the glitters, showered smiles at the pedestrians, the drilling work for the fast finishing ‘Green lands-Panjagutta’ flyover continued, lorries ferrying concrete and sand hurried through the lines, workers were busy, life was normal, the city was the same, everywhere.
Beside the bridge, near the station, I had ‘vada’ and tea from one of the street side makeshift stalls. A short guy with round face served me chutney, he whistled a Telugu popular tune, the curry was hot, spicy and I coughed.
It was evening 6:30; scorching summer sun was retreating, the prayer calls for ‘Magrib’ from the nearby mosque thickened the air, a flock of ash coloured pigeons fluttered around from their hide outs, small boys in pyjamas and white caps lined out from the nearby neighbourhood. The old lady selling bangles and stuffed cotton saris in the shades near the flyover gazed. The city remains unmoved; life was normal, predictable and with ease, as it was in the last one decade; the message was strong, no evil can upset the warmth of brotherhood and the kind shades of universal tolerance, which is deep there in the blood.
The blast had its repercussions but Hyderabad learnt smart lessons from the past, no more infiltrations or outrageous actions, the populace matured, the normal Hyderabadi has grown to a new level of acceptance, now he see his neighbour through the eyes of a human and not through the hatred lens given by the clergy, as he was fooled numerous times in the history. A remarkable, salacious and outstanding achievement.
Yes, it is rightly said, you can fool some of the people all of the time, all of them some of the time, but you cannot fool all of them all of the time. And Hyderabad stands the happy example for this.
posted by arjun sagar at 2:21 pm
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touching..good one!!
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