The Charminar

I've heard people loathing Charminar a lot, with not much to see around it. But I've held rather contrary views, as not only the towers but also the people around it, the bustling marketplace, the vibrant mosque - comprise of the grandeur of this monument. What's better than visiting it when it is at its peak rush (3rd August). We had initially planned it for around 4am in the morning, as suhoor begins and capturing life and religion early morning would be a new experience for us. That we have led nocturnal lives for pretty much of our half-a-decade of existence in this city, couldn't stop us from planning at least. But when it came to implementation, it was as "perfect" as our resolves, that at the beginning of each semester used to be. So finally, it was in the evening (after playing the game) that we set out in our kurtas and pyjamas (chitta chaadra) and beard in somewhat-Muslim style. With jam-packed roads leading to the old city area and police and commandos guarding every nook and corner, it is all light show in the month of Ramazan that sets the region ablaze. But, wait, there's more to it. Not only Ramazan but also Hindu festivities continue with full vigour. We came across a procession with Hindu deities flowing past the well-lit congested roads and all the by-standers (even Muslims) watching eagerly. It was a part of Bonalu festival celebrations (learnt about it only the next day from newspaper), with constant rhythm of dholz enthralling the dancers that lead procession.

We parked our bike at a point where there was hardly any space and set out to explore the flashy shops, carts that have dozens of people particularly the burka-clad women. The surroundings reminded me of the hustle and bustle that covers the city back home during navratras and Diwali. Two narrow passages led to Charminar, with all types of flashy things to attract women. Some vendors even using mikes to announce their attractive and slashed offers to woo the passersby. Festivities are one of those moments that bring us closer, together. Pretending to be models, we were moving through those passages imagining them as the ramp. Just at the minar, we could see 2 men fist-fighting with each other (over a bag), another aspect of the large congregations we usually have - sort of a showstopper, after which normal pace resumes. Also, special commandos were to be seen moving around to maintain 'law and order' under control. It is the fear of communal clashes that brings them into the civilian areas, it's a pity. Bargaining is another interesting thing to be tried out there. Vendors start with too high a price, then their prices dip (as instantly as INR currency).

"Bhai, ye belt kitne ki?"
"Sir, 210"
"75 ki laga rahe ho?"
"Nahi sir, achi quality ki hai"
"Aage jayein kya?"
"Ok sir, 100 se kam nahi"

So that fall from 210 to 100 rupees was indeed drastic. Bargaining, that's what we are known worldwide for (Thanks to Russell Peters for that as well).

We relished Kahwa at one of the carts, checked out some scents available. From one of the carts, we could hear a young guy making announcements on mike, the way he made those were interesting. "Itar, itar, itar..ayiye ayiye, itar, itar, itar.." We tried capturing him in a video, only for him to be chided by his owner to concentrate on work and not on getting video-shot by us. We moved on, checking out a plethora of other items on display, there is this josh in atmosphere that tells you time and again, "life is indeed beautiful", and that we need to understand the ones around us in a better fashion, be more tolerant and forgiving.

Came back home late in the evening, leaving that vibrant and jubilant environs behind.

Biking Trip to Bidar

Enough's enough, time to write again. Well, never had better weekends before. How much a mere 2 day period can mean to us? You only realize that when you're stuck onto your chair for 5 days a week, when you can see awesome weather outside with a clean glass wall in between that stops you. Well, this was kind of unplanned trip that had been planned once before when Bang Boys had come here for a weekend, but couldn't be materialized. With the support of Fakka (who turned out to be a person, who has many trips planned in future on his Royal Enfield),  it was Bidar. All we knew about this city was that there is a fort and a gurdwara. Gayal tried searching everything about this city, that may make it sound some fun in advance, but in vain. On other hand, Bhatia joined us from Bangalore on a short notice, without getting involved in the mail thread (I guess, that was the reason trip was awesome). So, four people set on a Royal Enfield and Shukla's Apache (a bike devoid of a number plate since its inception, so much that it had to be replaced  by Nittu's Pulsar). While they were getting Pulsar, me and Fakka stopped against a roadside tea joint. After 2 cups of coffee, he says "Abe paper soap hai kya?". I was like, "Dafuq, dude. Wo raha wash basin, dho le haath". Fakka: "Abe nahi...raste mein agar pressure pad gaya toh?" And I'm thinking, "Aur log mujhe bolte hai". So he says, "Chal ghar chalte hai vaapis, paas mein hi hai". I could see a little pain (the pain of 'pressure') on his face. So had to go back and then finally begin our journey.

So we set at around 10 am and with a stoppage in between (at chacha's dhaba, really warm chacha), we reached on first a road surrounded by cotton fields on the both sides and then a  bumpy road to Singur Reservoir. Some futwagraphy in the middle of the road with the dam in the background, some time on lake and we were off to Bidar. The BULT was leading all the way, until we were asked to slow down and hear their horn before we could disappear. What for? Gayal and Bhatia had spotted a tube-well pipe in a field. Had to go back to enjoy it. We had picked some 'ganne' from a trolley that was being loaded on a route that we had caught wrongly. And that bath under pure water accompanied by juicy sugarcane was really memorable. Before stepping into the field, I had asked a lady working in the neighboring field if we could stop there. She readily responded in affirmative. Rural folks and simplicity of their lives and character!! I wish I could be like them.

Again, we moved on to our destination, on a road, damn straight for 30-40 kilometres with the BULT gliding  through the landscape at 80 kmph. We reached the fort at around 5:30 pm. A large fort with walls crumbling, testimony to the empire that may have existed there. We were resting on the those remains, when I see below a plain ground, with some kids with Messi t-shirts and studds in polythenes. I wish I had started that early, nevertheless, I asked them to join they readily agreed. Some I was of the belief, that I would easily trick them off the ball and score easily. But I was terribly mistaken. Gayal had also joined me with 14-15 year old fellas. In my first run itself, I slipped and fell down (this happened at least 10 more times). Coming to the level of game, a guy in his chappals used all tricks that I usually search youtube for. WTF!! I could not take the ball from him even once. Among those kids, we were wondering if we could get the ball as they single-handed robbed us of the ball. A post-game chat with them revealed that they had been playing football from 5-6 years and that the guy with chappals had even gone upto national level for his local club. He told how he had rejected an offer of a company to play for them in their team, in lieu of some money that they would give to his parents. "Girvi rakh lete wo" , he said in typically Hyderabadi tone.

After wishing them luck, we went on towards gurdwara hoping to get some place to stay that night. Tired we were, and skeptical whether we would get some room or not. But how wrong we were to have even little doubt, a Gurdwara, to me is an eternal place. About 2 years ago, I had stayed in Mysore Gurdwara (with parents) and it had been a pleasant experience too. Enter the premises of the temple, and it feels like home, loads of Punjabis there, although some Sikh guys speaking Kannada seems strange (but such diverse India with these amalgams is lovely to have). After matha-tek at gurdwara, we go to the enquiry office and find a guy who is from Punjab and is too enquiring about rooms (he had already booked). He asks where we are from. On Bhatia's response 'SGNR', he asks Ganganagar vich kithe? (and Bhatia is pumped up to find someone from his home town as if he is reminded of the following lines that lie /*commented */ in the source code of his web.iiit site - 'I was born in a small city, 10km away from the indo-pak border, but now I live in Hyderabad, far far away from my parents, my home, in quest for the knowledge.'

After getting a room, with 4 elegant beds and our tired bodies, Fakka immediately jumps on one of them to grab some sleep after a night-out the day before. But he is persuaded by us to go to the eating joints around gurdwara at around 10 pm. We come back after having a shitty lassi and fall to sleep before we complete some card game we begin with.

In morning, we get up after having a wonderful sleep on those king-size mattresses and take holy dip in the sarovar of gurdwara. Too hesitant to go in 1-piece in front of the lady that is standing  besides it. Anyways, we go out (with Fakka in his knickers because his inner thing is too revealing and has been witnessed by many a people). 3-4 dips in the cold water and we were out at langar house to eat and do some sewa. Not many people were having their breakfast, so we were bestowed upon the job of bringing tree twigs and branches to kitchen. So we took 3-4 rounds (Bhatia 5-6 maybe) and finally had our breakfast with chole and roti. The calmness that prevailed around that premises made this trip a spiritual one, no hurry to get back. Stopping at many a roadside joints/dhabas full of truck drivers (many of them from Punjab and Haryana  as well) was another part. The close shave me and Fakka had while overtaking a roadways bus from left side was a forgettable experience though. Almost through our entire route, overtaking from left was a norm \FAKKA and BULT/, kaun roke. Finally we reached in the afternoon the next day.

Another thing happened, when fakka went running to the place where his BULT was parked because mofo had been resting on the fort wall for an hour before he realized that keys were missing. In Bhatia's word, if he had not found the keys, he would have found a person distributing 'panjeeri' !!

Rises !!

It was 'The Dark Knight Rises' last night. Hardly have I waited for a movie this eagerly. Each and every dialogue from the 'The Batman Begins' and  'The Dark Knight' houses a philosophy. Frankly, it's too difficult to comprehend what Nolan's thinking at any point. A repeated watching of 'The Dark Knight' has led me (and all around me) to understand it better. But still, hardly do I see some time in future, when I may say 'Ok, enough, it's too boring now to watch the same movie again'. Add to the previous two movies, 'Rises'. And this trilogy shall be watched again and again.

I had already plunged into its OST before watching the movie. So as the movie unfolds, the similar tunes that are a perfect continuation of what Zimmer had done in scoring the Joker's clever tactics. Best ever OST you can hear !! Guess what, which song is being played right now? It's 'Imagine the Fire'. Bale has done a commendable job as usual. Bane unleashes his fury ruthlessly, giving a tough competition to what Joker did. But they're quite different : Joker's more psychological, Bane's pure muscle power. Coming back to the music, Zimmer's masterpieces contribute to each and every dialogue which already has loads of meaning to it. 'Gotham's Reckoning' - the ominous tune that is played while Bane escapes from the plane, is another great track in this movie.

Nevertheless, it deserves to be watched many more times in the IMAX - and it shall be done. You feel really   'happy' in appreciation of creation of such masterpieces by experts in their field, how they stretch their imagination as well as ours. I did experience it last night. I hope that I adapt some of qualities of the 'Caped Crusader', we face the same questions in our lives - getting inspiration and hope and applying it should be the key. My heart goes out to those affected by killings in Aurora, USA. He did real wrong in emulating the joker. The red-haired psycho has to repent his entire life. The movie certainly tops my all-time favorites and shall continue to do so (until Nolan's next movie's out in theaters :D).

'The Dark Knight Rises'. Awe, what better can you get than this one ? 

The Tribune and The Hindu

To me, these newspapers are their siblings in north and south India respectively. They possess loads of similarities. Simple layout, way different from exaggerated 'times', near-perfect editing, objective reporting and limited news of Tinsel Town - all make them stand a class apart. While The Hindu has lately succumbed to over-advertising, with its front pages no longer having news and instead, giving in to those ads by housing apartments for eg. 'Aparna Township' bla bla bla.... , The Tribune, on other hand, still gives importance to content. However, their Lifestyle supplement tries to go the wrong way by copying the 'Times' counterpart. Whatsoever, these 'Simple Fellas' definitely have a long and a revered history in their respective regions and they're definitely worth reading.

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Last exam : Optimization Methods 
Instructor :   C.V. Jawahar
Preparation : Fucked Up, Never gave 100% to any exam here in the entire 4-year span.
Today, finally endsems ended, a golden era of 4 years has ended along with it. IIITH, that will be cherished forever, the place where I met wonderful people, broke the shackles of homesickness after a dramatic struggle, found misplaced love in virtual world (no more), found friends in music and the game, Football. The part of the day, you eagerly look forward to. You imagine it, when away from it. It is related to "passion" that I have come across in loads of people here. 


Time and again, I have been left dissatisfied with the effort I devoted to what was important. I hope I will keep the promises made to myself. Time and again, I've tried something new, but not always; thirst for knowledge still lacks, thirst for truth exists but has not been attended to. I have brought smiles on people's faces but only through witty remarks and not through my efforts. Some wonderful sojourns have studded this life. Vizag, Coorg, Goa (and coming up Sikkim) have seemed to happening places because of their uniqueness and our benign presence as well. Elite professors have taught us, in particular, our Bond batch, but I haven't cared much to learn that much. I hope that this time serves as a lesson for me to live life that awaits me further. 


As of this particular moment, the latest news is that, Bayern Munich defeated Real Madrid (penalties) to set up summit clash in Champions League Finals with Chelsea at Munich. 3 days more left in hostel, the lovely place and weather we have been eye-witness to.

Experts

I read this while reading a course book ('The Art of Multiprogramming'), pretending to prepare for the last examinations. Here it goes,

A tourist takes a taxi in a foreign town. The taxi driver speeds through a red light. The tourist, frightened, asks “What are you are doing?” The driver answers: “Do not worry, I am an expert.” He speeds through more red lights, and the tourist, on the verge of hysteria, complains again, more urgently. The driver replies, “Relax, relax, you are in the hands of an expert.” Suddenly, the light turns green, the driver slams on the brakes, and the taxi skids to a halt. The tourist picks himself off the floor of the taxi and asks “For crying out loud, why stop now that the light is finally green?” The driver answers “Too dangerous, could be another expert crossing."

22G now :)

ਅਸੀਂ ਵੀ ਹੁਣ "ਬਾਈ ਜੀ" ਬਣ ਗਏ ਹਾਂ !! Thronged on fb were numerous wishes from my well wishers. Thanks a lot to them (for bearing me in some form or the other). Was woken up early by Mom's call, somehow listened to her half-asleep, those instructions to get up early and have a bath (at least once a year, betaa :P ). Then again, slept merrily. Until the mundane classes started. Chemistry professor as usual, brought in his innovative ways to bore us. And then, after lunch, watched a movie 'Siddhartha' as part of our course EduAndSelf. Haha, an interesting movie (for those 5 minutes you know). Then a quiz, as CVJ comes back with his old ways to haunt us. But the good part of the day was the visit to Chawadi Orphanage, those shining faces, readily conversing in English, asking, inquiring fluently. Distributed some bananas, biscuits and toffees there. Shandi, Maee, Jas and Family accompanied. Came back from there. After having dinner, went to cafe at around midnight, from thereon moved to witness the dance practices - as lazy as never. Gearing up for the fest the day after and right now writing ending this post :)