This is a love letter from a boy to a girl, however,
the girl's father does not like him and wants them
stop their relationship......
and so the boy wrote this love letter to the girl.
He knows that the girl's father will definitely read
this letter!!
"The great love that I have for you
is gone, and I find my dislike for you
grows every day. When I see you,
I do not even like your face;
the one thing that I want to do is to
look at other girls. I never wanted to
marry you. Our last conversation
was very boring and has not
made me look forward to seeing you again.
You think only of yourself.
If we were married, I know that I would find
life very difficult, and I would have no
pleasure in living with you. I have a heart
to give, but it is not something that
I want to give to you. No one is more
foolish and selfish than you, and you are not
able to care for me and help me.
I sincerely want you to understand that
I speak the truth. You will do me a favor
if you think this is the end. Do not try
to answer this. Your letters are full of
things that do not interest me. You have no
true love for me. Good-bye! Believe me,
I do not care for you. Please do not think that
I am still your boyfriend."
So bad!!
However, before handing over the letter to the girl,
The boy told the girl to "READ BETWEEN THE LINES"...
Sunday, 17 December 2006
Friday, 24 November 2006
Love Story
This is a nice one but long…so check it out only if you have the time :-)
This narration of his own Love story by a software engineer from Chennai
is very lively...
It was a lovely December morning in the hottest city in the world. All
right, so that was a little unfair. Chennai is not the hottest city in
the world. But it certainly is the city with the most uncomfortable
weather among the cities that I have lived in. And I've been around.
But I digress. I was in the company bus on my way to work, as usual
trying to catch up with my sleep. On this particular day, a girl got on
the bus, came to
my seat and sat down. "Good Morning," she said. I looked back at her
through half closed eyes, replied "Good Night," and then proceeded to
return to my half hour nap before the bus reached the office.
Unfortunately, I was woken up by a punch in the arm.
"Wake up, bozo!" She was looking at me with a big smile on her face.
"I'm not sitting next to you to listen to you snore."
Half-heartedly, I opened my eyes and turned to her. "What's up?"
I asked.
Preeti Mehra was tall, good-looking and slightly tomboyish. She was
also my best buddy. "Come on," she said. "Don't look so disappointed.
You'd rather sleep than talk to me?"
"I talk to you everyday, Preeti."
"You also sleep everyday."
"It's not enough."
"So you've had enough of talking to me, eh?"
You can't argue with a statement like that, so I had to give up. I
grinned and said, "OK, sweetheart. What's on your mind?"
"I wanted to tell you what happened yesterday. Can you guess?"
"Anurag called you last night."
"How did you know?" She was stunned.
"Oh, he asked me for your number yesterday."
"And you gave it to him?"
"What else could I do? And stop complaining. You've been drooling over him
for weeks now. He must have thought he had a chance."
Preeti was the kind of girl who would openly ogle at every other guy she
saw.
And yet, she would not respond to any advances of a romantic nature.
She'd happily join a group of boys to go to a cricket match,
But if asked out to a movie, dinner, or even coffee, she'd never say yes.
She defined 'Hard-To-Get'.
"You like putting me in these situations, don't you?" she said.
"No. That's not true. I love putting you in these situations!"
That invited another punch in the arm.
I had known Preeti for a year. We'd tell each other about our joys and
our sorrows, our victories and our defeats. I'd tell her about all my
crushes and she'd scold me for being silly. She'd drag me to classical
music concerts and I'd add them to the list of things she 'owed me'
for.
And though I never let it show, I must say that she punched pretty
hard.
~*~
It was 12:00 am and my phone was ringing. "Hello," I said, as I picked it
up.
"Happy Birthday!" It was she.
"You're supposed to throw me a surprise party, sweetheart. Not just call
to say Happy Birthday."
"Well then open your door, dumbo!"
So I did and found her, cell-phone in hand, at my doorstep -- with what
seemed like half the population of my company. My roommates were
supposed to be working late that night. Now I knew why.
I blew a lot of candles (seemed like much more than 25), cut my cake,
got kicked in the behind, and got painted with the cake's icing. If
Preeti had had her way, she'd probably have preferred to use a
paintbrush and a can of paint. But I bribed her with a copy of the book
"Lord of the Rings". She'd borrowed it from me three times already. I
thought it was about time I gave her a copy for herself.
We chatted for an hour after everyone had gone. "I think it's time I
left," she said finally, trying to stifle a yawn. I nodded. I dropped
her home in my roommate's car. As she was getting out of the car, I
stopped her.
"Hey, Preeti."
"What?"
"Thanks."
"Hey, don't get senti on me now!" she smiled. "Are you trying to worm
out of that gift you promised me?"
"You know, it's interesting how I'm getting you a gift on my birthday."
"That's just because you're stupid," she grinned. "And you better get me
that book, or I won't return your copy."
"Hey, that copy was a gift to me from my dear friend Preeti Mehra. I
can't let you keep that."
She wasn't falling for that. "Your dear friend? And what about me? Am I
not dear to you?"
"Very smart. That won't work with me. I'm not one of your Love Crazy
suitors. Why do you need the book anyway? You've read it umpteen times
already."
"That is besides the point. You are getting me the book. We both know
that." She smiled that wide confident smile of hers. "Good night." And
she got out of the car.
I sat there for some time, just thinking. Our conversations were always
like this - a little joking, a little teasing and a lot of demanding.
But somehow, I felt that something had changed since the moment she had
turned up at my door that night. I was still in my reverie when a paper
ball landed on the windshield. I craned my neck out of the window and
looked up. She was standing in her balcony.
"What are you still doing there?" she whispered loudly.
"Waiting for you to start a paper-ball fight," I whispered back.
"We can do that tomorrow. Go home now. It's way past your bedtime!"
"Ok, mommy," I grinned back. "I'm going home now!"
~*~
I'm an extravagant gift-giver, and it is definitely going to be my
downfall some day. I made her wait for it, but finally bought her the book.
That, and half-a-dozen other omnibus collections of various authors,
including
a copy each of `The Complete Works of Shakespeare' and `The Complete Short
Stories of Charles Dickens'.
All I got for it was an "I told you so."
I started spending a lot of time at her place after that. Mostly because I
wanted to read all those books, and she wouldn't lend them to me.
"I'm not as stupid as you, ape-man. I'm not falling into the same trap I
laid for you.
Plus, you dog-ear your books. You're not doing that to these masterpieces.
So if you want to read them, you read them here. And if you want to mark
your place, use a bookmark."
So that's what I did. She'd even make me wash my hands before I touched the
books.
It was as if they were sacred.
"Need I remind you that it was me that bought you the books in the first
place? For my birthday!"
"So? They're mine now."
"Well, then. I've been meaning to ask you this for a long time. Where
exactly is my birthday gift?"
"It was in your tummy at one point of time. It's probably been washed
into the sea by now."
"Huh?"
"Remember the cake I baked you on your birthday?"
"You what? You can't bake cakes!" That was a mistake. She looked hurt.
"You baked me a cake?" She didn't say a word. She just shrugged.
I was stunned. "But you never told me."
"You didn't ask." That was typical of her.
"It was fantastic! And you wasted most of the icing on me!"
"The cake was for you, dumbo."
"How long did it take you to make the whole thing?" It had been a
two-layered vanilla-chocolate cake with three flavors of very creamy icing.
She had done all that!
"Well, the chocolate cake took an hour and fifteen minutes, and so did
the vanilla. Then cutting them up and putting them together took another
15 minutes.
Each flavor of icing took 20 minutes for preparation, and
then putting it on the cake took another half hour. Cleaning up the mess
took an hour."
She seldom claimed the credit for anything, but once she started bragging,
there was no stopping her.
However, I wasn't thinking about that right then.
"You spent over five hours on that cake?"
"A little over four hours preparing it, and an hour cleaning up. Yes."
I was speechless. I didn't know how to react. She hated cooking.
"I forgot to mention," She continued, "the hours I spent the week before
that, practicing.
Even the birds wouldn't touch the first three cakes!"
I couldn't help but ask. "Why?"
"Because the first one got burnt, the second one was only half cooked, and
in the third one, I forgot to add sugar."
It was just like her, to try to divert the conversation. "I mean why did
you spend so much time on baking me a cake?"
She looked at me like I'd asked her why the sun rises in the east.
"For your birthday, stupid. Of course, I also wanted to beat every gift
you've ever got me. Try beating this one."
She was grinning like she'd won the world championship.
As far as I was concerned, she had. I'd never spent a week making her
anything. I'd never even spent an hour making her anything. Getting her
a gift normally involved me taking her to the store, letting her choose
and use my credit card. Suddenly, I felt cheap. "Thanks," was the only
thing I could say. "Thanks a lot."
"Hey. Are you getting senti on me again?"
I was.
~*~
I was still mulling over my feelings for Preeti the next day at work when
my boss asked to speak to me.
I went over to his cabin and he started with the usual greetings, asking
how work was going and whether I was comfortable.
He then told me that the company wanted to send me to New York for a
couple of years.
Normally, this wouldn't have made much of a difference to me. I could work
anywhere and didn't have too much love for visiting places foreign.
But right then, the first thought that came to me was that I'd be away
from Preeti for two whole years.
Twenty-four hours before, I'd have been disappointed to lose her company.
But right then, I was devastated. That was when I
Knew I was in love with her. I'd had crushes before, lots of them. But
this was different.
"Do you have any problem in going?" my boss asked, since I hadn't
responded.
"Not really," I replied. What else could I say? That I was in love, and
couldn't bear the separation?
"When do I have to leave?"
I had a month.
~*~
"Wow! New York ! Great! I've heard it's a fantastic city! Did you know it
snows there in winter?"
Preeti was obviously very excited about my going.
She didn't seem to share my disappointment on what I now saw as
'separation'.
I had not decided then if I was going to tell her how I felt. We'd known
each other for a little over a year, and we were very close, but beyond
some mild flirting, the relationship had never got even close to
romantic. That was, of course, until I found out she had spent a week
baking me a cake. It's funny how small things seem to make such a big
difference.
"What happened?" she asked. "You don't seem very happy."
"Oh," I replied, "it's just that it's so sudden, that's all. And you
know I was never all that interested in going to America ."
"What an idiot. Go see the place. I've heard the women there are
amazingly beautiful." She had a sly smile on her face. I wanted to tell
her I didn't care if I laid my eyes on another woman again, if she
wasn't with me. But I didn't.
I realized that I only had another month with her. She'd rejected every
guy who'd asked her out ever since I'd known her. I didn't want the
same
to happen to me, and I didn't want to make it awkward between us. I
didn't want to risk that month. I wanted it to be the best time I had
ever spent with her. After I came back from the US , I might not even
get to meet her again. Two years was a long time.
We ate out almost every night. We visited some of the best restaurants
in the city. She also helped me shop for warm clothes, formalwear,
shoes, toothpaste and a million things I'd never have thought of on my
own.
"You need to buy a nail-cutter." My roommates and I shared one.
"I've prepared a list of must-have medicines that you should carry."
"Your iron won't work in the US . No point buying one here as you need
one that works at a hundred and ten volts and has flat pins. You can
buy one at a K-Mart or Wal-Mart as soon as you get there."
"You need at least two pairs of formal shoes and at least ten pairs of
dark socks. The East Coast has a formal dress code. And you won't do
your laundry more than once a week or two."
"How many ties do you have? And which trousers do your blazers go with?"
"Better get a haircut before you leave from here. Knowing you, you'll
postpone the first haircut for too long."
She'd call me up at one in the morning to tell me to add 'one more item'
to my list.
And with every passing day, I was falling more deeply in love with her.
The month swept by quickly. The day I was supposed to leave, I asked her
to come with me to the airport.
"Of course, dumbo. You think I'd let you go just like that, or what?"
After packing my bags for me and checking the lists for the hundredth
time, she finally pronounced me "Good to go."
We reached the airport four hours early to beat the rush, because it was
an international flight.
She got a visitor's pass to sit in the waiting area while I went ahead and
checked-in my bags.
Preeti had got a spring balance from somewhere and so we knew my bags were
well within the
weight limit. I finished the formalities and came to sit with her.
We had only a few hours before I had to go for my security-check.
We decided to get something to eat at the food court.
And all the time, the one thing that was going through my head was that,
after this,
I wouldn't see her for at least another two years.
"Hey, Champ. Why so glum?" She saved 'Champ' for special days.
Normally, it was just 'dumbo', 'bozo', 'ape-man', 'matchstick man',
'weirdo', or
if she was very irritated with me, 'nutcase'.
"I don't want to go," I said.
"I don't want you to go either."
"No, you don't understand." I couldn't hold it in any longer.
"I can't stand the thought of living without you by my side."
She stared at me. There was a strange look in her eyes. I couldn't read
it.
"I am madly in love with you, Preeti."
At this, a sound escaped her lips that sounded like a cross between a
sob and a laugh. "Well, dumbo, you've picked an absolutely fabulous time
to tell me about it!"
A tear escaped her eyes. It was all I could do to stop myself from wiping
it off her cheeks.
"How long have you felt this way?"
She seemed amused, though she was definitely crying. I didn't know what to
make of it.
"From the day I found out you had baked me a cake."
She laughed. "That's all it took? Well, bozo, I guess a way to a man's
heart is certainly through his stomach! Hold it. A month? You waited a
month? You were the one who kept saying that if you really liked a girl
you wouldn't waste a day in telling her!" She was smiling widely now.
It looked funny, with her eyes all wet.
"Well, I was confused. How did I know how you'd react? In fact, I still
don't understand your reaction.
I thought it would change things between us. You've rejected every guy who
ever proposed to you!"
"That's because I'm in love with you, you overgrown idiot!"
"What?" Somehow, I'd never expected her to say that. She was in love with
me?
"How long have you been in love with me?"
"Ever since the day you offered to carry my suitcase for me."
"But that was the first day I met you!"
"I guess I was always a sucker for chivalry."
"All this time you've been in love with me and you never said anything!
Then you go and complain that I waited a month!"
"You guys are so bad at reading a girl's mind."
"You women are so good at keeping your thoughts a secret! Even Einstein
couldn't figure you out."
"Einstein was a nerd. Casanova, on the other hand, understood us very
well."
"I love you."
"I know."
That moment, my dear friends, was magic. I looked into her eyes and took
her hands in mine.
Physical contact for us had been limited, until then, to a punch in the
arm, a slap on the back of the head,
or giving each other a 'high five'.
"You realize, don't you," she said, "that this is our first date?"
Leave it to her to notice the little things.
"I really don't want to go." I'd always maintained that love is a
bucketful of emotions. I wasn't exactly delighted to be proved right.
"Don't worry. I'm coming there in a couple of months."
"How? On a dependent visa?"
She laughed. "For that, I'll have to wait, won't I? I've got a project
in New Jersey ."
I couldn't believe my ears. "What? When did that happen? You never even
told me!"
"Well, I wasn't sure you'd propose before you left. And I couldn't
exactly sacrifice you to those New York women, could I? I had to watch
out for myself. So I went on a project-hunting spree. There is an
opportunity coming up for a project in about two months. Someone is
coming back to India , so I'll be taking his place. They want me there
for a little less than two years."
She was beaming. "I realized I had struck gold!"
"And if I'd not told you how I felt? When were you planning on telling me
about it?"
"Around a month before I reached there. I had to make it look natural.
Or you'd think I was desperate."
"Well, you are desperate!" This was incredible.
All I'd done in the past month had been to mope around, listen to sad songs
and write her
Letters that I never intended her to read.
"You've been scheming all this while!
How come you didn't lay a trap for me a year ago?"
"I tried giving you hints, dumbo, but you just wouldn't pay attention!"
She was laughing. "You're the only guy I ever spent any time with.
Wasn't that a big enough hint?"
This narration of his own Love story by a software engineer from Chennai
is very lively...
It was a lovely December morning in the hottest city in the world. All
right, so that was a little unfair. Chennai is not the hottest city in
the world. But it certainly is the city with the most uncomfortable
weather among the cities that I have lived in. And I've been around.
But I digress. I was in the company bus on my way to work, as usual
trying to catch up with my sleep. On this particular day, a girl got on
the bus, came to
my seat and sat down. "Good Morning," she said. I looked back at her
through half closed eyes, replied "Good Night," and then proceeded to
return to my half hour nap before the bus reached the office.
Unfortunately, I was woken up by a punch in the arm.
"Wake up, bozo!" She was looking at me with a big smile on her face.
"I'm not sitting next to you to listen to you snore."
Half-heartedly, I opened my eyes and turned to her. "What's up?"
I asked.
Preeti Mehra was tall, good-looking and slightly tomboyish. She was
also my best buddy. "Come on," she said. "Don't look so disappointed.
You'd rather sleep than talk to me?"
"I talk to you everyday, Preeti."
"You also sleep everyday."
"It's not enough."
"So you've had enough of talking to me, eh?"
You can't argue with a statement like that, so I had to give up. I
grinned and said, "OK, sweetheart. What's on your mind?"
"I wanted to tell you what happened yesterday. Can you guess?"
"Anurag called you last night."
"How did you know?" She was stunned.
"Oh, he asked me for your number yesterday."
"And you gave it to him?"
"What else could I do? And stop complaining. You've been drooling over him
for weeks now. He must have thought he had a chance."
Preeti was the kind of girl who would openly ogle at every other guy she
saw.
And yet, she would not respond to any advances of a romantic nature.
She'd happily join a group of boys to go to a cricket match,
But if asked out to a movie, dinner, or even coffee, she'd never say yes.
She defined 'Hard-To-Get'.
"You like putting me in these situations, don't you?" she said.
"No. That's not true. I love putting you in these situations!"
That invited another punch in the arm.
I had known Preeti for a year. We'd tell each other about our joys and
our sorrows, our victories and our defeats. I'd tell her about all my
crushes and she'd scold me for being silly. She'd drag me to classical
music concerts and I'd add them to the list of things she 'owed me'
for.
And though I never let it show, I must say that she punched pretty
hard.
~*~
It was 12:00 am and my phone was ringing. "Hello," I said, as I picked it
up.
"Happy Birthday!" It was she.
"You're supposed to throw me a surprise party, sweetheart. Not just call
to say Happy Birthday."
"Well then open your door, dumbo!"
So I did and found her, cell-phone in hand, at my doorstep -- with what
seemed like half the population of my company. My roommates were
supposed to be working late that night. Now I knew why.
I blew a lot of candles (seemed like much more than 25), cut my cake,
got kicked in the behind, and got painted with the cake's icing. If
Preeti had had her way, she'd probably have preferred to use a
paintbrush and a can of paint. But I bribed her with a copy of the book
"Lord of the Rings". She'd borrowed it from me three times already. I
thought it was about time I gave her a copy for herself.
We chatted for an hour after everyone had gone. "I think it's time I
left," she said finally, trying to stifle a yawn. I nodded. I dropped
her home in my roommate's car. As she was getting out of the car, I
stopped her.
"Hey, Preeti."
"What?"
"Thanks."
"Hey, don't get senti on me now!" she smiled. "Are you trying to worm
out of that gift you promised me?"
"You know, it's interesting how I'm getting you a gift on my birthday."
"That's just because you're stupid," she grinned. "And you better get me
that book, or I won't return your copy."
"Hey, that copy was a gift to me from my dear friend Preeti Mehra. I
can't let you keep that."
She wasn't falling for that. "Your dear friend? And what about me? Am I
not dear to you?"
"Very smart. That won't work with me. I'm not one of your Love Crazy
suitors. Why do you need the book anyway? You've read it umpteen times
already."
"That is besides the point. You are getting me the book. We both know
that." She smiled that wide confident smile of hers. "Good night." And
she got out of the car.
I sat there for some time, just thinking. Our conversations were always
like this - a little joking, a little teasing and a lot of demanding.
But somehow, I felt that something had changed since the moment she had
turned up at my door that night. I was still in my reverie when a paper
ball landed on the windshield. I craned my neck out of the window and
looked up. She was standing in her balcony.
"What are you still doing there?" she whispered loudly.
"Waiting for you to start a paper-ball fight," I whispered back.
"We can do that tomorrow. Go home now. It's way past your bedtime!"
"Ok, mommy," I grinned back. "I'm going home now!"
~*~
I'm an extravagant gift-giver, and it is definitely going to be my
downfall some day. I made her wait for it, but finally bought her the book.
That, and half-a-dozen other omnibus collections of various authors,
including
a copy each of `The Complete Works of Shakespeare' and `The Complete Short
Stories of Charles Dickens'.
All I got for it was an "I told you so."
I started spending a lot of time at her place after that. Mostly because I
wanted to read all those books, and she wouldn't lend them to me.
"I'm not as stupid as you, ape-man. I'm not falling into the same trap I
laid for you.
Plus, you dog-ear your books. You're not doing that to these masterpieces.
So if you want to read them, you read them here. And if you want to mark
your place, use a bookmark."
So that's what I did. She'd even make me wash my hands before I touched the
books.
It was as if they were sacred.
"Need I remind you that it was me that bought you the books in the first
place? For my birthday!"
"So? They're mine now."
"Well, then. I've been meaning to ask you this for a long time. Where
exactly is my birthday gift?"
"It was in your tummy at one point of time. It's probably been washed
into the sea by now."
"Huh?"
"Remember the cake I baked you on your birthday?"
"You what? You can't bake cakes!" That was a mistake. She looked hurt.
"You baked me a cake?" She didn't say a word. She just shrugged.
I was stunned. "But you never told me."
"You didn't ask." That was typical of her.
"It was fantastic! And you wasted most of the icing on me!"
"The cake was for you, dumbo."
"How long did it take you to make the whole thing?" It had been a
two-layered vanilla-chocolate cake with three flavors of very creamy icing.
She had done all that!
"Well, the chocolate cake took an hour and fifteen minutes, and so did
the vanilla. Then cutting them up and putting them together took another
15 minutes.
Each flavor of icing took 20 minutes for preparation, and
then putting it on the cake took another half hour. Cleaning up the mess
took an hour."
She seldom claimed the credit for anything, but once she started bragging,
there was no stopping her.
However, I wasn't thinking about that right then.
"You spent over five hours on that cake?"
"A little over four hours preparing it, and an hour cleaning up. Yes."
I was speechless. I didn't know how to react. She hated cooking.
"I forgot to mention," She continued, "the hours I spent the week before
that, practicing.
Even the birds wouldn't touch the first three cakes!"
I couldn't help but ask. "Why?"
"Because the first one got burnt, the second one was only half cooked, and
in the third one, I forgot to add sugar."
It was just like her, to try to divert the conversation. "I mean why did
you spend so much time on baking me a cake?"
She looked at me like I'd asked her why the sun rises in the east.
"For your birthday, stupid. Of course, I also wanted to beat every gift
you've ever got me. Try beating this one."
She was grinning like she'd won the world championship.
As far as I was concerned, she had. I'd never spent a week making her
anything. I'd never even spent an hour making her anything. Getting her
a gift normally involved me taking her to the store, letting her choose
and use my credit card. Suddenly, I felt cheap. "Thanks," was the only
thing I could say. "Thanks a lot."
"Hey. Are you getting senti on me again?"
I was.
~*~
I was still mulling over my feelings for Preeti the next day at work when
my boss asked to speak to me.
I went over to his cabin and he started with the usual greetings, asking
how work was going and whether I was comfortable.
He then told me that the company wanted to send me to New York for a
couple of years.
Normally, this wouldn't have made much of a difference to me. I could work
anywhere and didn't have too much love for visiting places foreign.
But right then, the first thought that came to me was that I'd be away
from Preeti for two whole years.
Twenty-four hours before, I'd have been disappointed to lose her company.
But right then, I was devastated. That was when I
Knew I was in love with her. I'd had crushes before, lots of them. But
this was different.
"Do you have any problem in going?" my boss asked, since I hadn't
responded.
"Not really," I replied. What else could I say? That I was in love, and
couldn't bear the separation?
"When do I have to leave?"
I had a month.
~*~
"Wow! New York ! Great! I've heard it's a fantastic city! Did you know it
snows there in winter?"
Preeti was obviously very excited about my going.
She didn't seem to share my disappointment on what I now saw as
'separation'.
I had not decided then if I was going to tell her how I felt. We'd known
each other for a little over a year, and we were very close, but beyond
some mild flirting, the relationship had never got even close to
romantic. That was, of course, until I found out she had spent a week
baking me a cake. It's funny how small things seem to make such a big
difference.
"What happened?" she asked. "You don't seem very happy."
"Oh," I replied, "it's just that it's so sudden, that's all. And you
know I was never all that interested in going to America ."
"What an idiot. Go see the place. I've heard the women there are
amazingly beautiful." She had a sly smile on her face. I wanted to tell
her I didn't care if I laid my eyes on another woman again, if she
wasn't with me. But I didn't.
I realized that I only had another month with her. She'd rejected every
guy who'd asked her out ever since I'd known her. I didn't want the
same
to happen to me, and I didn't want to make it awkward between us. I
didn't want to risk that month. I wanted it to be the best time I had
ever spent with her. After I came back from the US , I might not even
get to meet her again. Two years was a long time.
We ate out almost every night. We visited some of the best restaurants
in the city. She also helped me shop for warm clothes, formalwear,
shoes, toothpaste and a million things I'd never have thought of on my
own.
"You need to buy a nail-cutter." My roommates and I shared one.
"I've prepared a list of must-have medicines that you should carry."
"Your iron won't work in the US . No point buying one here as you need
one that works at a hundred and ten volts and has flat pins. You can
buy one at a K-Mart or Wal-Mart as soon as you get there."
"You need at least two pairs of formal shoes and at least ten pairs of
dark socks. The East Coast has a formal dress code. And you won't do
your laundry more than once a week or two."
"How many ties do you have? And which trousers do your blazers go with?"
"Better get a haircut before you leave from here. Knowing you, you'll
postpone the first haircut for too long."
She'd call me up at one in the morning to tell me to add 'one more item'
to my list.
And with every passing day, I was falling more deeply in love with her.
The month swept by quickly. The day I was supposed to leave, I asked her
to come with me to the airport.
"Of course, dumbo. You think I'd let you go just like that, or what?"
After packing my bags for me and checking the lists for the hundredth
time, she finally pronounced me "Good to go."
We reached the airport four hours early to beat the rush, because it was
an international flight.
She got a visitor's pass to sit in the waiting area while I went ahead and
checked-in my bags.
Preeti had got a spring balance from somewhere and so we knew my bags were
well within the
weight limit. I finished the formalities and came to sit with her.
We had only a few hours before I had to go for my security-check.
We decided to get something to eat at the food court.
And all the time, the one thing that was going through my head was that,
after this,
I wouldn't see her for at least another two years.
"Hey, Champ. Why so glum?" She saved 'Champ' for special days.
Normally, it was just 'dumbo', 'bozo', 'ape-man', 'matchstick man',
'weirdo', or
if she was very irritated with me, 'nutcase'.
"I don't want to go," I said.
"I don't want you to go either."
"No, you don't understand." I couldn't hold it in any longer.
"I can't stand the thought of living without you by my side."
She stared at me. There was a strange look in her eyes. I couldn't read
it.
"I am madly in love with you, Preeti."
At this, a sound escaped her lips that sounded like a cross between a
sob and a laugh. "Well, dumbo, you've picked an absolutely fabulous time
to tell me about it!"
A tear escaped her eyes. It was all I could do to stop myself from wiping
it off her cheeks.
"How long have you felt this way?"
She seemed amused, though she was definitely crying. I didn't know what to
make of it.
"From the day I found out you had baked me a cake."
She laughed. "That's all it took? Well, bozo, I guess a way to a man's
heart is certainly through his stomach! Hold it. A month? You waited a
month? You were the one who kept saying that if you really liked a girl
you wouldn't waste a day in telling her!" She was smiling widely now.
It looked funny, with her eyes all wet.
"Well, I was confused. How did I know how you'd react? In fact, I still
don't understand your reaction.
I thought it would change things between us. You've rejected every guy who
ever proposed to you!"
"That's because I'm in love with you, you overgrown idiot!"
"What?" Somehow, I'd never expected her to say that. She was in love with
me?
"How long have you been in love with me?"
"Ever since the day you offered to carry my suitcase for me."
"But that was the first day I met you!"
"I guess I was always a sucker for chivalry."
"All this time you've been in love with me and you never said anything!
Then you go and complain that I waited a month!"
"You guys are so bad at reading a girl's mind."
"You women are so good at keeping your thoughts a secret! Even Einstein
couldn't figure you out."
"Einstein was a nerd. Casanova, on the other hand, understood us very
well."
"I love you."
"I know."
That moment, my dear friends, was magic. I looked into her eyes and took
her hands in mine.
Physical contact for us had been limited, until then, to a punch in the
arm, a slap on the back of the head,
or giving each other a 'high five'.
"You realize, don't you," she said, "that this is our first date?"
Leave it to her to notice the little things.
"I really don't want to go." I'd always maintained that love is a
bucketful of emotions. I wasn't exactly delighted to be proved right.
"Don't worry. I'm coming there in a couple of months."
"How? On a dependent visa?"
She laughed. "For that, I'll have to wait, won't I? I've got a project
in New Jersey ."
I couldn't believe my ears. "What? When did that happen? You never even
told me!"
"Well, I wasn't sure you'd propose before you left. And I couldn't
exactly sacrifice you to those New York women, could I? I had to watch
out for myself. So I went on a project-hunting spree. There is an
opportunity coming up for a project in about two months. Someone is
coming back to India , so I'll be taking his place. They want me there
for a little less than two years."
She was beaming. "I realized I had struck gold!"
"And if I'd not told you how I felt? When were you planning on telling me
about it?"
"Around a month before I reached there. I had to make it look natural.
Or you'd think I was desperate."
"Well, you are desperate!" This was incredible.
All I'd done in the past month had been to mope around, listen to sad songs
and write her
Letters that I never intended her to read.
"You've been scheming all this while!
How come you didn't lay a trap for me a year ago?"
"I tried giving you hints, dumbo, but you just wouldn't pay attention!"
She was laughing. "You're the only guy I ever spent any time with.
Wasn't that a big enough hint?"
Love Letter
this is how a marketing guy would propose to
someone....
You are my TVS SCOOTY (First Love) and also my AIWA
(PURE PASSION) I always BPL (Believe in best) and
you
are SANSUI (Better than best) You are MC DOWEL'S
(Mera number one) love LA O PALA (Made for one)
I beleive in FRESHIYA (Gorepan se jyade khoobsurti
ka wada) and you are one of the most beautiful in
this world. I think of you day and night. When you
give me one and only Smile you are DOMINO'S PIZZA
(Delivering a Million of (smile per day) for me.
This
is COLGATE ENERGEY GEL (Seriously Fresh) feeling
for me.
I would like you to be my life partner. I know you
are worried about your Father who is KAWASAKI BAJAJ
CALIBER (The unshakeable) and also my Father who is
CEAT (Born tough). But don't worry I am also FORD
ICON (The Josh Machine) and rest of our family
members are KELVINATOR (The coolest one). If they
will
say no we will run away and marry and PHILIPS (Lets
make things better).
They feel MIRINDA (Jor ka jatka dhire se lage) and
we Coca Cola (life ho to aisi). Trust in
God who's always NOKIA (Connecting people) those who
love each other. And we are WILLS (Made for each
Other). We will be HERO HONDA (Leading the way) of
our love life. Then our life will be BOLERO(Break
free). Now HYUNDAI (we are listening) the song of
love
you must know that love is DAIRY MILK (The real
taste
of life), SATYAM ONLINE (Fun, fast easy),
PARX (always comfortable) and also AMUL (The real
taste of India) and for me life is HOME TRADE (Life
means more) So never forget me.
OK bye! I wrote little but PEPSI (Ye dil mange
More)!!!
LG [Digitally yours], xy
someone....
You are my TVS SCOOTY (First Love) and also my AIWA
(PURE PASSION) I always BPL (Believe in best) and
you
are SANSUI (Better than best) You are MC DOWEL'S
(Mera number one) love LA O PALA (Made for one)
I beleive in FRESHIYA (Gorepan se jyade khoobsurti
ka wada) and you are one of the most beautiful in
this world. I think of you day and night. When you
give me one and only Smile you are DOMINO'S PIZZA
(Delivering a Million of (smile per day) for me.
This
is COLGATE ENERGEY GEL (Seriously Fresh) feeling
for me.
I would like you to be my life partner. I know you
are worried about your Father who is KAWASAKI BAJAJ
CALIBER (The unshakeable) and also my Father who is
CEAT (Born tough). But don't worry I am also FORD
ICON (The Josh Machine) and rest of our family
members are KELVINATOR (The coolest one). If they
will
say no we will run away and marry and PHILIPS (Lets
make things better).
They feel MIRINDA (Jor ka jatka dhire se lage) and
we Coca Cola (life ho to aisi). Trust in
God who's always NOKIA (Connecting people) those who
love each other. And we are WILLS (Made for each
Other). We will be HERO HONDA (Leading the way) of
our love life. Then our life will be BOLERO(Break
free). Now HYUNDAI (we are listening) the song of
love
you must know that love is DAIRY MILK (The real
taste
of life), SATYAM ONLINE (Fun, fast easy),
PARX (always comfortable) and also AMUL (The real
taste of India) and for me life is HOME TRADE (Life
means more) So never forget me.
OK bye! I wrote little but PEPSI (Ye dil mange
More)!!!
LG [Digitally yours], xy
Proud to be a Hyderabadi
hi guys!
Enjoy being a Hyderabadi.
Yeh Mera HYDERABAD
Woh GOKUL ki pani puri,
woh Radhe-Shyman ki chaat,
Woh Famous ki ice cream,
Wah usme thi kuch baat.
Woh Agra Wala ki mithai,
woh MInerva ka dosa,
Woh Dimmy ki pav bhaji
Aur raste ka samosa.
Woh open-top Bus ka 'suffer',
woh Necklace ki hawa,
Woh Tand Bund ke Statues,
Aur subah-subah Joggers ka sama.
Woh December ki zara si sardi,
woh baarishon ke mahine,
Woh garmi ki chuttiyan,
Jab choote they paseene.
Woh Holi ki masti, woh Navratri ka Garba,
Woh Diwali ke pataakhe
Aur Ganpati ka shor-o-Saraba.
Woh Liberty ki traffic,
Woh APSRTC ki rush,
Woh tadapti garmi mien,
Taj ka Barf-ka-Gola.
Woh Tank Bund ka mahol,
woh Pani ki leheren,
Woh doobte suraj ka nazaara,
Wah uska kya kehena.
Woh Sangeet ka popcorn
Aur Malls mein shopping,
Woh Banjara Hills ka nazara
Aur vaha ke Banglows.
Woh cinema ke queue, woh black ki ticket,
Woh Parade ground ka maidan,
jahaan bachche practice karte hain cricket.
Aur kitni karoon mein baddai,
Itni cheezen kehene ke baad,
Yeh shehar hain mera apna,
Jiska naam hai HYDERABAD
ba bye.
be Proud to be Hyderabadi.
Enjoy being a Hyderabadi.
Yeh Mera HYDERABAD
Woh GOKUL ki pani puri,
woh Radhe-Shyman ki chaat,
Woh Famous ki ice cream,
Wah usme thi kuch baat.
Woh Agra Wala ki mithai,
woh MInerva ka dosa,
Woh Dimmy ki pav bhaji
Aur raste ka samosa.
Woh open-top Bus ka 'suffer',
woh Necklace ki hawa,
Woh Tand Bund ke Statues,
Aur subah-subah Joggers ka sama.
Woh December ki zara si sardi,
woh baarishon ke mahine,
Woh garmi ki chuttiyan,
Jab choote they paseene.
Woh Holi ki masti, woh Navratri ka Garba,
Woh Diwali ke pataakhe
Aur Ganpati ka shor-o-Saraba.
Woh Liberty ki traffic,
Woh APSRTC ki rush,
Woh tadapti garmi mien,
Taj ka Barf-ka-Gola.
Woh Tank Bund ka mahol,
woh Pani ki leheren,
Woh doobte suraj ka nazaara,
Wah uska kya kehena.
Woh Sangeet ka popcorn
Aur Malls mein shopping,
Woh Banjara Hills ka nazara
Aur vaha ke Banglows.
Woh cinema ke queue, woh black ki ticket,
Woh Parade ground ka maidan,
jahaan bachche practice karte hain cricket.
Aur kitni karoon mein baddai,
Itni cheezen kehene ke baad,
Yeh shehar hain mera apna,
Jiska naam hai HYDERABAD
ba bye.
be Proud to be Hyderabadi.
2010 India vs USA
IN 2010
Two top American Executives at IBM, USA
Alex: Hi John. you didn't come to work yesterday.
John: yeah. i was at the Indian Embassy trying to get my visa.
Alex oh, really? what happened? i've heard that thesedays they have become strict.
John: yeah, but i managed to get it.
Alex: how long did it take to get it stamped?
John: Man, it was a long queue. Bill Gates was waiting in front of me and they really gave him a hard time. poor guy, even brought the property papers for hishouse in Seattle to show them that he will return to USA. i went there at 4:00 a.m. to get in the queue and there were tons of people ahead of me.
Alex: really? in India, at the US embassy it only takes an hour to get a visa for USA.
John: YEAH! but that's because no one in India wants to come to USA, except Americans who have taken Indian nationality and want to bring their kids here.
Alex: so, when are you leaving?
John: as soon as i get my ticket from the company in India. I'm so excited. i will be getting a chance to finally fly with the world's fastest growing airline, DeccaNaidu Airways. sort of dream come true, you know.
Alex: how long are u planning to stay in India?
John: what do u mean"how long"? i will try and settle in India. my company has promised me that they will process my green book as soon as possible.
Alex: really? man, u're a lucky one. it's very difficult to get a green book in India. last year my cousin and his family went there on a tourist visa and they're not comming back now.
John: yeh. that's y iam planning on marrying a Indian girl there and then sponsoring my parents and my brothers and sisters from New York to India.
Alex: but i hear you can find lots of good American girls in Hyederabad and Bangalore.
John: yeah, but i prefer Indian girls. they are so much more superior to our girls, and what great brunette complexion they have!
Alex: what city are u going to?
John: HYDERABAD!. the company has an office in downtown
HiTec City. Yeah, the salary is good but the cost of
living is quite high because of all the people
flocking to this high-tech Mecca.
Alex: I hear the exchange rate is now $100 to a Rupee!
That's just too much. What about Bombay and Delhi?
What are they like?
John: No idea. But they are cheaper than Hyderabad,
which is the world's headquarters for information
technology now.
Alex: I hear the quality of life in India is
incredible.
John: Yeah, man. You can buy a BMW for Rs.30,000, and
a Mercedes for less than Rs.45,000. But my dream is to
purchase a Maruti Turbo FX-2800 which costs roughly
Rs.90,000. But what a sweet design, great curves, and
it purrs to the touch.
Alex: By the way, which company are you gonna work
for?
John: KankaNaidu Technologies, a
pure Indian conglomerate specializing in embedded
software.
Alex: Man, you're so lucky to work for a pure
Indian company. They are really intelligent and
unlike any American body shops that have opened their
fly-by-night outfits in India. The Indian
companies pay you even when you're on the bench. My
friend, Paul Allen, used his bench time to visit the
Kakinada Coast, the most gorgeous resort in India, I
hear.
John: Yeah, man, you're right. I hope the US learns
something from them and follows in their footsteps. It
seems all we do is borrow more and more money from the
Banjara Bank.
Alex: How are you going to cope with their language?
John: I've been learning Hindi since my school days. I
always dreamed that one day I'll head for India
ever since my uncle bought me that T-Shirt from
Osmania University. At the Consulate they tested my
proficiency in Hindi and were quite impressed by my
score in TOHFL (Test of Hindi as a Foreign Language).
Alex: Boy! You're so damn lucky.
John: Yeah. I'll be travelling in the world's fastest
train, Laser Express, I'll be visiting the world's largest
theme park in Charminar Manga, and I'll be visiting the
famous Bollywood where I might meet the sons and
daughters of movie legends like Amitabh, Sharukh Khan,
Amer, Karina
and the gorgeous of all at her own time, Madam Ashwariya.
Alex: You know, the Indian President is scheduled
to visit USA next year and I hear that he may increase
the number of employment visas.
John: That's very true. Last month, their Labour
Minister, Chinna Babu Naidu, visited the White
House and donated Rs.20,000,000 for the re-development of
the World Trade Centre at Silicon Valley, and has
promised more if we follow the models of the fast
developing high-tech cities, Hyderabad and Bangalore.
Bill Gates was lucky to have a chance to meet him.
Very lucky person.
Alex: Will you be calling on Dave? I hear that he has
made it big there and has a beautiful house on the Musi River in Hyderabad.
John: Yeah, I'll be meeting him.
Alex: Anyway, nice chatting to you, John. Good luck,
you lucky guy.
John: Yeah, and the same to you, Alex. By the way,
don't ever go to the Indian Consulate in
Dhoti-kurta because they will think you're too
Indianised and may doubt that you will ever come
back, and your application will be rejected. And yes,
don't forget to say to the Visa Officer politely:
"Namaskaram, aap kaisay hain?" It will show
them you're a cultured person.
Two top American Executives at IBM, USA
Alex: Hi John. you didn't come to work yesterday.
John: yeah. i was at the Indian Embassy trying to get my visa.
Alex oh, really? what happened? i've heard that thesedays they have become strict.
John: yeah, but i managed to get it.
Alex: how long did it take to get it stamped?
John: Man, it was a long queue. Bill Gates was waiting in front of me and they really gave him a hard time. poor guy, even brought the property papers for hishouse in Seattle to show them that he will return to USA. i went there at 4:00 a.m. to get in the queue and there were tons of people ahead of me.
Alex: really? in India, at the US embassy it only takes an hour to get a visa for USA.
John: YEAH! but that's because no one in India wants to come to USA, except Americans who have taken Indian nationality and want to bring their kids here.
Alex: so, when are you leaving?
John: as soon as i get my ticket from the company in India. I'm so excited. i will be getting a chance to finally fly with the world's fastest growing airline, DeccaNaidu Airways. sort of dream come true, you know.
Alex: how long are u planning to stay in India?
John: what do u mean"how long"? i will try and settle in India. my company has promised me that they will process my green book as soon as possible.
Alex: really? man, u're a lucky one. it's very difficult to get a green book in India. last year my cousin and his family went there on a tourist visa and they're not comming back now.
John: yeh. that's y iam planning on marrying a Indian girl there and then sponsoring my parents and my brothers and sisters from New York to India.
Alex: but i hear you can find lots of good American girls in Hyederabad and Bangalore.
John: yeah, but i prefer Indian girls. they are so much more superior to our girls, and what great brunette complexion they have!
Alex: what city are u going to?
John: HYDERABAD!. the company has an office in downtown
HiTec City. Yeah, the salary is good but the cost of
living is quite high because of all the people
flocking to this high-tech Mecca.
Alex: I hear the exchange rate is now $100 to a Rupee!
That's just too much. What about Bombay and Delhi?
What are they like?
John: No idea. But they are cheaper than Hyderabad,
which is the world's headquarters for information
technology now.
Alex: I hear the quality of life in India is
incredible.
John: Yeah, man. You can buy a BMW for Rs.30,000, and
a Mercedes for less than Rs.45,000. But my dream is to
purchase a Maruti Turbo FX-2800 which costs roughly
Rs.90,000. But what a sweet design, great curves, and
it purrs to the touch.
Alex: By the way, which company are you gonna work
for?
John: KankaNaidu Technologies, a
pure Indian conglomerate specializing in embedded
software.
Alex: Man, you're so lucky to work for a pure
Indian company. They are really intelligent and
unlike any American body shops that have opened their
fly-by-night outfits in India. The Indian
companies pay you even when you're on the bench. My
friend, Paul Allen, used his bench time to visit the
Kakinada Coast, the most gorgeous resort in India, I
hear.
John: Yeah, man, you're right. I hope the US learns
something from them and follows in their footsteps. It
seems all we do is borrow more and more money from the
Banjara Bank.
Alex: How are you going to cope with their language?
John: I've been learning Hindi since my school days. I
always dreamed that one day I'll head for India
ever since my uncle bought me that T-Shirt from
Osmania University. At the Consulate they tested my
proficiency in Hindi and were quite impressed by my
score in TOHFL (Test of Hindi as a Foreign Language).
Alex: Boy! You're so damn lucky.
John: Yeah. I'll be travelling in the world's fastest
train, Laser Express, I'll be visiting the world's largest
theme park in Charminar Manga, and I'll be visiting the
famous Bollywood where I might meet the sons and
daughters of movie legends like Amitabh, Sharukh Khan,
Amer, Karina
and the gorgeous of all at her own time, Madam Ashwariya.
Alex: You know, the Indian President is scheduled
to visit USA next year and I hear that he may increase
the number of employment visas.
John: That's very true. Last month, their Labour
Minister, Chinna Babu Naidu, visited the White
House and donated Rs.20,000,000 for the re-development of
the World Trade Centre at Silicon Valley, and has
promised more if we follow the models of the fast
developing high-tech cities, Hyderabad and Bangalore.
Bill Gates was lucky to have a chance to meet him.
Very lucky person.
Alex: Will you be calling on Dave? I hear that he has
made it big there and has a beautiful house on the Musi River in Hyderabad.
John: Yeah, I'll be meeting him.
Alex: Anyway, nice chatting to you, John. Good luck,
you lucky guy.
John: Yeah, and the same to you, Alex. By the way,
don't ever go to the Indian Consulate in
Dhoti-kurta because they will think you're too
Indianised and may doubt that you will ever come
back, and your application will be rejected. And yes,
don't forget to say to the Visa Officer politely:
"Namaskaram, aap kaisay hain?" It will show
them you're a cultured person.
Hyderabadi
This is dedicated to All my dear Hyderabad friends the city I am born in and admire more than any place that I saw till date…
You are a real hyderabadi, if....
1. Your address reads as 23-404-32/67A-43 (New MCH
number 56-678/4A/B-22),while you actually live in the
second house beside zamzam cafe in lane behind Anand
Theatre on SP Road.
2. You end up buying only a salwar kameez, whether it
is a theatre workshop, food mela, consumer expo,
designer jewellery show, science show or an automobile convention.
3. Your street has at least one roadside mobile hotel
that serves Chinese delicacies such as "Vegetable soft needles",
"Navrotten Kurma", "Chicken Manchewurea" or "American Chompsee".
4. Your answer is 'seedha chale jao' when somebody
asks you for directions,whether it is to Malakpet,
Masab Tank, Malkajgiri or Moosapet.
5. You come across tailors sporting the board:
Immidiot delivery in two days onli.
6.You can speak Hindi, Urdu, hyderabadi hinglish,
except Telugu, fluently.
7.You ask the waiter to get you some 'Mango pickle'
even if you are
s! itting at a lavish continental banquet dinner with
exotic Chinese, Mexican, Italian and Lebanese
cuisines.
8. You order for a tea just after having had a Caramel
custard.
9. You have at least one Srinivas,Prasad, Raju or
Venkatesh within six square feet. OR you have at least
one cousin, friend, colleague or acquaintance with
these names.
10. You have at least one cousin, friend, colleague or acquaintance in
the US in software.
11. Every time somebody gives you a piece of good
news, the first thing
you ask them is 'Party kab hain miya ?'
12. Refer to any past as 'parso', be it yesterday or
long before
three hundred years.
13. You call 11 AM as subah subah.
14. You label your boss as 'Dimakh Kharab'
15. And it doesn't matter where in the "Gulf/middle
east" you are leaving you always tell you are going to
"Dubai". (I know of one family who still keep telling
everyone their son is in "uno! Dubai mein hai" but he
is physically in Yemen for the past 5 years. [Smile]
16. You are 15 minutes late and you feel you are on
time.
17. You look at the fixed price stand and still ask
'dene ka bolo'
18. If you do not eat rice at least once a day you
will die.(Nothing other than Rice is considered as a
meal)
19. If you feel offended by someone looking at you
(Kaiku ghoor raa miya ?)
20. If you think you are a born shayer and use some
typical filmi batein in stylish urdu and crack some
romantic jokes.
21. While someone does this, you say to yourself
'chubbe saale ,mooh dekh aaine mein, tere ku kaun pat
thi, pataaney waala tho main hi hoon'
22. If you can say the typical "Light le le baap" and
be cool without analyzing what the situation is.
23. If you feel its legal and your Nizami birth right
to show yourhand and stop the traffic (better than !
an traffic police)while you cross the road whenever
and wherever you like.
24. If you can hang out in a Irani cafe the whole day
after ordering one cup tea and a empty for yourself
and your dear friend and chat like thats the last day
with each other.
25. If you eat Paradise Biryani or bawarchi Biryani
atleast once in a week.
26. If you go to the Petrol Bunk and say "Panch Point
Single Oil maroo yaaro" and hand over 15 bucks.
27. If you can relate the words 'Nakko', 'Hou' 'Kaiku'
,'hallu' and make these the integral part of your
vocabulary.
28. If you tell your friend that you will 'just come
back' ("abbhi aathu mein") and your friend knows that
either you will take a couple of hours or not come
back at all.
29. you end up watching every movie you come across ,
and end up saying oh! that was good , but it could be
better if it was made that way
30. You are reading this and secretly admitting that
you are, after all, a true blue Hyderabadi [Smile] You
know one thing..... Once a Hyderabadi, always a
Hyderabadi... and you will forward this site for sure
to Hyderabadis ... since only they can relate to it.
You are a real hyderabadi, if....
1. Your address reads as 23-404-32/67A-43 (New MCH
number 56-678/4A/B-22),while you actually live in the
second house beside zamzam cafe in lane behind Anand
Theatre on SP Road.
2. You end up buying only a salwar kameez, whether it
is a theatre workshop, food mela, consumer expo,
designer jewellery show, science show or an automobile convention.
3. Your street has at least one roadside mobile hotel
that serves Chinese delicacies such as "Vegetable soft needles",
"Navrotten Kurma", "Chicken Manchewurea" or "American Chompsee".
4. Your answer is 'seedha chale jao' when somebody
asks you for directions,whether it is to Malakpet,
Masab Tank, Malkajgiri or Moosapet.
5. You come across tailors sporting the board:
Immidiot delivery in two days onli.
6.You can speak Hindi, Urdu, hyderabadi hinglish,
except Telugu, fluently.
7.You ask the waiter to get you some 'Mango pickle'
even if you are
s! itting at a lavish continental banquet dinner with
exotic Chinese, Mexican, Italian and Lebanese
cuisines.
8. You order for a tea just after having had a Caramel
custard.
9. You have at least one Srinivas,Prasad, Raju or
Venkatesh within six square feet. OR you have at least
one cousin, friend, colleague or acquaintance with
these names.
10. You have at least one cousin, friend, colleague or acquaintance in
the US in software.
11. Every time somebody gives you a piece of good
news, the first thing
you ask them is 'Party kab hain miya ?'
12. Refer to any past as 'parso', be it yesterday or
long before
three hundred years.
13. You call 11 AM as subah subah.
14. You label your boss as 'Dimakh Kharab'
15. And it doesn't matter where in the "Gulf/middle
east" you are leaving you always tell you are going to
"Dubai". (I know of one family who still keep telling
everyone their son is in "uno! Dubai mein hai" but he
is physically in Yemen for the past 5 years. [Smile]
16. You are 15 minutes late and you feel you are on
time.
17. You look at the fixed price stand and still ask
'dene ka bolo'
18. If you do not eat rice at least once a day you
will die.(Nothing other than Rice is considered as a
meal)
19. If you feel offended by someone looking at you
(Kaiku ghoor raa miya ?)
20. If you think you are a born shayer and use some
typical filmi batein in stylish urdu and crack some
romantic jokes.
21. While someone does this, you say to yourself
'chubbe saale ,mooh dekh aaine mein, tere ku kaun pat
thi, pataaney waala tho main hi hoon'
22. If you can say the typical "Light le le baap" and
be cool without analyzing what the situation is.
23. If you feel its legal and your Nizami birth right
to show yourhand and stop the traffic (better than !
an traffic police)while you cross the road whenever
and wherever you like.
24. If you can hang out in a Irani cafe the whole day
after ordering one cup tea and a empty for yourself
and your dear friend and chat like thats the last day
with each other.
25. If you eat Paradise Biryani or bawarchi Biryani
atleast once in a week.
26. If you go to the Petrol Bunk and say "Panch Point
Single Oil maroo yaaro" and hand over 15 bucks.
27. If you can relate the words 'Nakko', 'Hou' 'Kaiku'
,'hallu' and make these the integral part of your
vocabulary.
28. If you tell your friend that you will 'just come
back' ("abbhi aathu mein") and your friend knows that
either you will take a couple of hours or not come
back at all.
29. you end up watching every movie you come across ,
and end up saying oh! that was good , but it could be
better if it was made that way
30. You are reading this and secretly admitting that
you are, after all, a true blue Hyderabadi [Smile] You
know one thing..... Once a Hyderabadi, always a
Hyderabadi... and you will forward this site for sure
to Hyderabadis ... since only they can relate to it.
Instant Cooking
For the first time, I was managing things on my own outside India... Altogether it was a nice experience except that I fell ill and at times felt a bit lonely. choosing what I wanted to have so much that I ended up living on junk :0)
For the first time I was cooking. I was not cooking some amazing stuff. It was only the instant noodles, upma n other instant this and that. It all started with me getting one little electric stove…I started making maggi, aloo curry,rice ( I know you will ask me whats there to cook here)
Mom had given me sambar podi,pundu podi… you name it I had it…as I was getting a little bored of having food at canteen(as we did not have any choice nor taste) or maggi or bread.
The only vegetable apart from tomato and cucumber that I came across during my stay there was potato. It was in the breakfast in the potato in the lunch ( All the subzis had potato in some form or the other) and in the dinner ( if I remembered to order for some dinner) . If I cooked using these instant x and instant y, I would still need some subzi and if I cooked rice, I would order for french fries
Once I got some bread but the bread wasn't good and like tennaliraman's cat I quit having bread unless it was fruity bread. So I started having soup instead of dinner for a while:d . That was fun and I could have some vegetables( instant soup- maggi:D) Then I tried having vegetable aata noodles with soup. But sometimes I do feel bread ,cheese,jam is a good substitute !!
But on most days I would feel very bored to cook nay bored to do the washing and would have chips,biscuits. Hmm may be this weekend I will try sambar, roti lets see how the experiment turns out !! keep your fingers crossed :0)
For the first time I was cooking. I was not cooking some amazing stuff. It was only the instant noodles, upma n other instant this and that. It all started with me getting one little electric stove…I started making maggi, aloo curry,rice ( I know you will ask me whats there to cook here)
Mom had given me sambar podi,pundu podi… you name it I had it…as I was getting a little bored of having food at canteen(as we did not have any choice nor taste) or maggi or bread.
The only vegetable apart from tomato and cucumber that I came across during my stay there was potato. It was in the breakfast in the potato in the lunch ( All the subzis had potato in some form or the other) and in the dinner ( if I remembered to order for some dinner) . If I cooked using these instant x and instant y, I would still need some subzi and if I cooked rice, I would order for french fries
Once I got some bread but the bread wasn't good and like tennaliraman's cat I quit having bread unless it was fruity bread. So I started having soup instead of dinner for a while:d . That was fun and I could have some vegetables( instant soup- maggi:D) Then I tried having vegetable aata noodles with soup. But sometimes I do feel bread ,cheese,jam is a good substitute !!
But on most days I would feel very bored to cook nay bored to do the washing and would have chips,biscuits. Hmm may be this weekend I will try sambar, roti lets see how the experiment turns out !! keep your fingers crossed :0)
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