Hearts n Crosses....

Okay......lets say I am slowly mingling among the murky waters ......and whats more.......like any other follower of the wonderful trait...i.e. adaptability....that Darwin had so assiduously predicted such a long time ago...... wether that came more out of frustration of having forced to go with the tide just like me or just a wise man's whim I honestly cannot think.....as it is I am thinking of quitting the very habit of thinking......but yes....notwithstanding the rather unconventional tradition of the traffic departmentof this city to switch on the red as well as the green light......and the uncanny custom of the commuters to play NFS throughout the day.....we decided its time to enjoy the only enjoyble weekend that we had.......so there was the debit card being swiped with no less pang in the heart....there was this odour of deo emanating from six chaps desperate for a breather.....and there was booze....and more booze....and expensive booze........but then it never fails to amaze me that how people use to come up with seemingly comforting explanations everytime the conscience or whatever is left of it validates the ludicrity of being the prodigal son.........and so we went to the 'Bottles and Chimneys'........the rather flashy pub at the centre of the city....and we went to the Paradise....undoubtedly the best Biriyani joint in the whole country......and this was only Saturday..........

Well.....perhaps some of you have realized that the heart of a city lies not in its riches but in its ruins......so it was Sunday and a moist rainy morning saw us in front of the Charminar where the expanse of the city broke in a mad pandemonium of life....and I felt so alone among the multitude of humanity all geared up with their family paying a visit to this monument overlooking the streches of dinghy and not do dinghy hamlets of eatables...fake ornaments and scores of such stupid wares that somehow tantalizes the everflowing thoroughfare of the city..........but then if the heart of the city lies in its ruins.....the soul of Hyderabad definitly lies in its Kababs....and once again we were the cruel Neanderthals savouring the layers of meat with ecstacy matching only with the first orgasm..........but then thanks to the omnipresent sophistry of so called 'urbanization' we were once again back among the fashionable expanse of the Prasad's...the Hussain Sagar Lake....and the Central where droopy eyed businessmen plucked their beared plotting their next move to rip our pockets..........and teens from far-offland had gathered for an 'International Youth Meet'(as if life is short of things to do) and few chaps devouring the nubile bodies of pretty ladies but never actually managing to make the move except few meek attempts ofconversation like "how long have you been in India?" or "How are you liking this place?" or "How long does ittake to travel from your country to India?"..........So this was our first enjoyable weekend of our employed life........and now that only one day has passed....the world is already heavy on our shoulders and it seems that we had a rather good time indeed when we used to be young......