On the edge of happiness...

Don’t know if I should have written this. Don’t know if this comes as a justification, or an excuse.  I know the sanest thing I can possibly do now is to think of a busy Monday, work on certain things that would definitely add on to my resume and perhaps some more zeros to my CTC, and then when am tired, just doze off. And wait for another week to begin. But is this life? Odd as it may seem, I keep track of certain blogs (call it stalking if you want to, I don’t care). Logged on to check mails after a pretty busy weekend and out of habit went to one such bookmarked blog. The reason being obvious: today was one of such many days when I was missing some moments of my life, moments when I lived my life, and later passed them off as ‘you don’t need to live every moment of your life for yourself’ with a heavy heart and a smile. And of course some blog posts. And the question bumped into my mind for the n-th time. Do we all really do what we want to? Or is it what we think we shoul...

Hussain Sagar: Am in love with this place, so won’t go deep into explaining the whys and hows of it. If you can, visit this place on a rainy evening, and I bet you would think twice before relocating to any other city. I can’t, maybe am in love with this place. If you can, let me know how.

Golconda: If you are super-bored any weekend, specially on a wintry afternoon, drop in at Golconda. Or, if your mother is worried why you have suddenly lost your appetite, visit the fort. Honestly, I didn’t find the place great. If you are in love, you might. And I recommend not to go for the light and sound show (unless you have nothing better to do, and plan to do some photography). But if you are a one-time visitor to the city, you might as well want to see where the Nawab lived.  SalarJung Museum: If anybody has ever complimented your beauty and you were flattered, stand before the statue of veiled Rebecca (sorry, they do not allow cameras inside) and you would know what beauty is. You can look at her for hours and can’t help but thank that person who introduced you to this ethereal lady.  This museum has many other displays…but I am so awed by Rebecca every time I visit, nothing registers my mind.

Charminar: Perhaps the landmark of Hyderabad (though I don’t feel so)! Good for clicking pictures on winter afternoons. And yes, you may climb up the stairs if you plan to lose some weight.  Chowmahalla Palace: Take a city tour by AP tourism, where they would drop you to the palace on a sunny afternoon. Trust me, you would hate it! Keep an eye on the events happening in the city, grab a ticket for an event in Chowmahalla palace, visit on a cool evening, you would love this palace. And silently wish you were transported back in time and could be Nawab’s guest!

(This is a series post, as I would dig into my 15GB photo collection to relive the city…and it would take some time to sort out the memories. So would write as and when I do that.) Yes…that’s what I chose to call this! Four long years…maybe will be here a couple of years more…maybe not. Life has been always bizarre…just when I think things look fine, it becomes a scrambled egg (thanks MG for this term). But I have a never-say-die hope, which tells me whatever happens, happens for good. It’s just that we momentarily fail to see the goodness (is that a term?) in them. Anyway, coming back to my chronicle, all this while I never realized that the Deccan Chronicle has become a part of my daily life. A cuppa and DC or Hyderabad Times to start my day with…that’s what it has been for all these years! You know what…when I came over, first couple of months I used to miss my city…its morning paper. I tried reading DC and TOI, but couldn’t relate to the local places. And now, strangely, the s...

My heart is having one of its many “missing you” seasons! Was up till late last night, doing absolutely nothing (not even FBing), trying to figure out what is it that I want and what is it that I should cut out from my life…wanted to write something, anything, but then couldn’t take the risk of pouring my heart out. Was going through old writings…came across a cute kiddish writing about love, smiled at myself wondering how could I write this piece, and then suddenly wanted to be that kid again. Write absolute nothing if nothing else. And came across this quote by Bob Marley . And wanted to have it here. For reasons unknown though! Or perhaps very known! "Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved...