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Things I hate about Hyderabad

The things I hate about Hyderabad. When you are all free nothing at all to do in a city like Hyderabad with blazing heat not so great a place for a girl like me, the best thing that one can do is either sleep or blog away to ones heart content. I have few observations I have made about this city which my hyderabadi cousins and friends might refute to. But this is my space I have the freedom of expression.
Cannot beat the heat any time of the year. The scorching heat unruly, I would call it, with all its manifestations makes it miserable for me to be tagged, a freak. Though, Bangalore too is getting hotter but the heat here in Hyd is more the prickly types though not the clammy or the sweaty ones as In Chennai.
No matter how “fully dressed” a gal is, she attracts the attention and the ogles from a 16 yr to 60yr or even higher. She becomes the celebrity attains the stardom if that’s a gal walking with a trendy look. Burkha system is so much justified in this particular city. I have my views about this system but does not fall in the ambit of his post.
The attitude of people here is so galling, always trying to appease someone.
Yes!! Very inquisitive in others’ life. Lest realizing that fact that life is as much personal to you as it is to others. I have nothing strong to back this point. But I am sure most of you would concur.
I am lucky I never got to ruin my college days here at apartment like colleges without a play ground, the library stacked with nothing other than the core subject(physics, chemistry, mathematics, biology) books. Coaching right from 6th standard for entrance at IITs with the euphemism of “Early Bird classes. Constantly Measured by percentages and scores, an incessant struggle on the potential minds to think nothing but science.
“Man is a measure of all things” , this is my measure or the perception from this city. However vehemently I would want to pick an argument on these lines, deep inside I have my roots here. The belongingness supersedes. After all it is my “Home”.

Was it me?

Blogging after a really long time. Had been busy with preparations so I have a reason.
I have come in encounter with a not so usual behavior of mine. Now, that might not be new to many of you.
You all would concur when I say I rattle away a lot. Most of you victims for the same.
Loquacious is the word I was looking for myself. I had the words till you had the patience.
Today things happened to my disbelief in an unusual fashion. It seemed like some one had stolen my talk time for a change leaving me meek. Intrepid was not I any more. The “gal with guts” sank to the abyss of blank thoughts.
Watch out on my virtual space for more updates on what had struck me hard.
If you are always welcome to post your surmises as comments.. would love to read it….:)

PS:Dont make it more filmy!!

Alleviate Tax please!!

There is a contrasting parity between the rich and poor in any economical framework. This is obviously attributed to unemployment and poverty. I ardently believe that solution to alleviate poverty is possible if there is scope for employment.

Employment is directly proportional to the tax levyed by the government. If the taxes were alleviated, that would create more demand . The demand would need more supply and this would lead to more formidable competitions, more business and hence employment.

The government attitude on taxing the big corporations and diverting that fund towards extenuating poverty has to be changed. You cannot mitigate the problem by making the rich poor. Rather beef-up the poor.

Layaphillic

There is always some thing with my email Id. layaphillic@gmail.com. The first question I have to confront is whats the thing with layaphillic.
Just few days back a gentleman miss took my id to be some malicious virus and denied the friend request on gtalk. I am not a malicious Virus!!!! Before this my grand mom was bugging me about why I should be marrying a hindu brahmin guy. She was too worried about my marriage from no where. She even started pressing my mom to find a groom for me. I couldn’t comprehend at first. For the reader this might seem digressive when I am talking about my mail id. There is a strong relevance.
A super smart cousin of mine expressed his dubiety to my grand mom if I had a Christian boy friend!!?? The reason being the Phillic in my Id enunciates like Phillip. Excuse me!!
Hence I have set out to post the blog for those who try to interpret it and put me trouble most of the times. Here it goes.
Etymologically, phillic means love. Just as the word Anglophile, one who loves English. Most of kannadigas are anglophile Layaphillic is one who loves laya. So there is no Phillip in my life or my name.
Now you would be wondering why Laya it should have been Shobhaphillic. The transformation from Shobha to laya also goes with a not so interesting story.
May be it was during my 9th class when we played this game “what is your name Anyway”. A stupid game. Names of your iconic characters would be written on chits and the name on the chit would be christened to you by your friends for rest of your school life. We called that day as “Names Day” too. Unbelievable!! Nah, you guess it wrong I never got the chit with the name Laya. I actually got a chit with the name Rose. There was this aficionado to the character Rose, in my class who watched the movie Titanic some 5 times. I exchanged the chit with her for a BackStreet Boys poster. That’s how I was known as Laya .It just continued and thus my name among most of my friends is Laya and my id layaphillic@gmail.com. Dobara mat poochnaaaaaa..

A Gift from Lahul

This is my first blog. Excuse me if gets a little pallid. This just my first attempt in writing some thing.

It was during November of last year, aftermath of a tragic and a year long episode of deceiving stuck me, an endearing thing happened in my life. It was Rahul. Now don’t let your imaginations fly too high. He is just a 7 year old adorable, cute little kid at Balakara Bala Mandir(BBM) a Home for kids between the age group of 6 to 14.
The first day at BBM, as I can still recall, there were many vacant expressions on faces of kids, some of them trying to sneak by my side checking if I got some eatables, some of them would just come and hug me as if I knew them for a long time.
It was totally a different feelingJ. After a lot of effort, I some how got close to few boys who agreed to take Jean(my friend) and me in the game called Lagori. There was one kid who would stand near by and watch us play and wouldn’t join us at all.
I thought this kid was kind of reticent. I couldn’t care less about this one kid as the captain of my team(Lagori) , wouldn’t tolerate any mistakes from my side.
The kids just want to win at any cost. Mind you the kids at this place are so strong both physically and mentally. After a tiring round, I gave up and my attention again drew to this kid who was just watching us play.
That is when I realized he was invalid. He had some problem with his right hand and right leg. He was Rahul. He cannot pronounce Ra. He replaces ‘Ra’ with ‘La’. You ask him his name, he would say Lahul J. He was from Indore and was picked up by the some government organization, from railway station at Bangalore. I have used the phrase “picked up” as that is just what happens. How he landed here is out of ambit of this blog.
I started visiting this place almost every weekend and eventually got close to many there.
And especially Rahul. He would just sit beside listening to the stories though they were narrated in kannada. As majority of the kids are kannadigas. He too would laugh when all others laughed and would parrot the words from others in kannda. All our group members just adored him as he was the young among others and for obvious reason that he was different from others physically.
Poor guy was beaten by other kids when we weren’t around. So we had to stop that special attention to this kid.
I always wanted to take an expert’s opinion about his hand. I had a slight hope that he could be normal as other kids, use his right hand and run normally as other kids. One day after all the formalities and with the permission of the Officer there I took him to a good orthopedist. After lot of dissension I got the permission to take him out. He was examined and doc said that it was some deformity caused due to polio and nothing much could be done about it now. I was so disheartened. Rahul was still smiling running around totally unaware of this. Even if he knew he couldn’t do much or he wouldn’t care. I had promised him that he would be alright just like others. “Hope”, “Miracle” are just rhetoric in some surreal world not MINE. While returning back to BBM, it was too hot as expected I dint get any auto. Just then I realized that Rahul dint have any foot wear so I had to carry him and walk. Just then he kissed me.
In his way ,he said ” mein theek hoo na.mein sab kuch kal(kar) sakta hoo”. Tears just rolled down my eyes. I cannot believe it till date that I cried!!