Hyderabad: the Sixth Time
|An Aerial View|
While in Hyderabad I can’t miss staying with my old friend Prabhakar Swamy. We are friends for nearly 4 decades now. He is a religious person staunchly practicing Hindu and I am an atheist. So wonderful a friendship we have nurtured that this issue of faith and non-belief never cast any clouds over it. He prays for me, offers me some ‘prasdam’ and smears a big ‘tilak’ on my forehead. All this is outlandish to an atheist but I don’t object. He always gifts me something to wear. This time also I got one ‘lungi’ from him. Occasionally, I wrap it around.
Churi bazaar – the street of bangles, is a lane facing one side of the famous Charminar where you will find bangles of all types. They also call it Laad bazaar. ‘Laad’ meand pampering. Yes, you pamper your woman with colourful bangles and jewelry, of course, the Nawabi style.
The language was never a problem in Hyderabad. Hindi and Urdu are well spoken and understood. This time I noticed that the locals would start conversation in Hindi/Urdu rather than in English or Telugu. Ahmed, my driver for four days in the city, despite being a Hyderabad guy spoke no Telugu. The Nawabi / Hyderabadi Urdu is a distinct dialect and it sounds so enchanting.
Ahmed told me that this practice in that particular area stood curbed to a large extent but traces of the social evil remained. Some unfortunate girls have to pay for the sins of their men folk who do not work and want easy life.
The IRC event was nicely managed by the PWD engineers from the young state of Telangana. The accommodation provided was very good, as was transportation. And the sumptuousness of Hyderabadi food remains a hallmark. And the cultural shows including the graceful Kuchipudi and the high pitched Perini Tandava dance were the icing on the cake.