Saturday, April 29, 2006

Views from atop my home

That's the magnificent Golconda fort shot at dusk from atop my home. This pic seems to reiterate the old saying "Old order changeth yielding place to new." The fort which once boasted of acoustic implements that enabled security guards at the fort’s main gate to clap and intimate the men at the top about the happenings at the base, is now dwarfed and pushed to the background by a modern cell phone tower.

The pic you see below is of the famous Qutub Shahi tombs, built for the Nizam rulers of erstwhile Hyderabad.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Trip down a memory lane

That Lord Balaji (popularly known as visa devudu) of Chilkur, a village around 25 kms off Hyderabad, had fulfilled most of what I had prayed for, it was pay-back time. And so, I set off at 12 noon to the Chilkur temple on my Suzuki Samurai, knowing very well what lay ahead.

First off, I was still getting back to driving on the left side of the road. Next, as no satellite captures the coordinates of such remote parts, you have to rely on age old methods like stopping by the roadside tea shops to get driving directions. I was a bit surprised that nothing enroute had changed, and that the faint images of Golkonda fort, AP police academy, Engineering colleges that are perennially under construction and the beautiful stretch of gulmohar-tree lined road were enough to lead me to the temple. So it was truly a trip down a memory lane than an act of Google maps or map quest!!

The abode of visa devudu was the same, except that it bore signs of not being able to escape the clutches of commercialization. The task of going around the temple 540 times (pradakshinas) was no easy thing for me, given the merciless heat, the scalding floors and the crowd. Managed only a part of it and may be I have to go 3 or 4 days in a row to complete it. This time around, I noticed that they issue cards that look something like cricket score cards, on which you record the number of pradakshinas you have finished!!!

Friday, April 21, 2006

For the love of art....

Perhaps the Capricorn in me goaded me to start another blog Check it out !!

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

The wheel of fashion

One thing that never stops is the wheel of fashion. The bell-bottoms, the likes of which Rajnikant and Chiranjeevi wore in the 70's, is nudging its way in. Add to it the tight shirts, flappy collors, long cuffs etc. The parallels, pleated-baggies and short-collors seem to be losing their grip on the wheel of fashion, which goes a full cycle nearly every decade. It's a tad embarassing to imagine myself in airy-bottomed, flat-fronted tight pants revealing my silhouette in broad day light. Looks like, its time I let go of the wheel as most people do as they age.

Friday, April 14, 2006

Home bound

The day finally arrived on April 3, 2006. After nearly half-a-decade long roller-coaster ride in different parts of the sprawling US, I was all set to head back to my sweet home.

Although I enjoyed the action packed life amidst study, work, dance clubs, casinos, camping and stuff, the long stint away from home seemed to have numbed some parts of my mental faculty. Or probably I was longing for some emotional refueling in the dust and grind of India. Whatever you call it, I experienced this inexplicable good feeling when I started to the Newark airport from my friend’s house in Jersey city. I knew, soon, the Pulaski skyway would give way to the Gemini flyover. While I wrote this post sitting in Schipol airport at Amsterdam, I was rearing to fly the transition from being a secondary citizen in a hard-boiled capitalistic monster machine to being a king in your own motherland.

The sausage roll at Schipol airport has already reminded me of the desi chicken puff. Stay tuned for more desi masala......
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