I write: July 2016

Tuesday 19 July 2016

Change of State 2 (Sync of Culture)

'Hariiiiii get up', Bhaskar said.
It was some thousand-th time that he called my name to wake me up, before I heard it. I was totally tired and exhauated. It was 9am, and whole of the hostel and its people were in buzz. It was altogether a different mixup and turn around's seen literally. I got my eyes cleared, took my mobile, saw the display wallpaper on it and got that little and most obvious smile on my face that created or may be nourished my day ahead. That pic had always been there since when I got my first image reading mobile _ Nokia Asha 200. It has never ever stopped me from believing in miracles and has been an impossible dream since I saw that pic in life for first time in real.

I am pretty sure, all you readers are madly in doubt about the pic and curious to high degree. I wanna reply to you by saying that its about something that cannot be studied by science or calculated by mathematical equations; Liebe...

'9.30 am the breakfast will be over,' Bhaskar said

I brushed up fast, cleaned my new plate and rushed to the mess that was on the top floor running avoiding the lift that is too slow.

I got that first breakfast made in hostel, and that was enough to appreciate mom's cook.
It was tough to bite that round dosa, but my teeth managed to win the struggle.

Round the clock, nothing to do and I thought of going out. It was Charminar which came into my mind all of a sudden. My roommate Salman insisted to visit Salal Jung Museum near to it. I bought a cap to protect from the deadly sun and started my travel for the day. It was not far, but the high class traffic persisting in the city took 45min to take us 10 km. And I was in front of the great Salal Jung Museum which protects and exhibits a large wave of architectural beauties and history that created the city. There is one special thing among those versatile old belongings which attracted a huge amount of crowd; Musical Clock (English Bracket Clock). The clock contains a mechanism by which a small toy figure of bearded man comes out from the enclosure 3 min early to every hour and strike the corresponding hours on the gong to end of every 60th minute and goes back inside(in pics below). And it was entirely a flow over through history. Lots of school students were on for educational tour and other tourists too were there.

I walked on to Charminar after having the most famous Hyderabadi Chicken Biriyani. It was visible from the far end of the road that takes you straight to 'The Great Charminar of Hyderabad'. It was completely filled with a huge amount street vendors as it attracted a huge amount of people there, it was mesmerising to see the crowd, bargaining. It was completely busy area and everyone were doing there business. I was finding myself alone in that big crowd. But Charminar had a big story behind it, which you would come to know if you visit the most famous digital laser show at Lumbini Park, NTR gardens road (will tell in my coming episodes). There was a Royal Hindu- Muslim love marriage that took place in Hyderabad, before it was named so, which is very historic and the base for the city. Accordingly, King Qutb shah constructed the Charminar in the year 1589, on the very spot where he first glimpsed his future queen Bhagmati and after her conversion to Islam, Qutb Shah renamed the city as "Hyderabad". Charminar is said to be in the heart of the city and was a place to observe the activities of the city all the way through. It is obvious that every person coming to Hyderabad surely visits this place.

I reached back my hostel @6pm...
And so were my days of sync with the culture of people here. I am more like a Hyderabadi with every other day passing by.

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Room No. 107, House No. 3-3,

Abhishrey Executive PG Academy,

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Dilsukhnagar, Hyderabad,

Telangana State- 500060

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Saturday 9 July 2016

Change of State 1 (Kerala to Telangana)

Finally, I have decided to drop my probable job at Mumbai CST Airport and join Made Easy Academy were students post-engineering are being trained to be efficient enough to clear the highly competitive exams like GATE(Graduate Engineering Aptitude Test), IES(Indian Engineering Services), PSU's etc. I have decided to go for GATE 2017 which I qualified in 2016 without much studies. In hope to get the required marks to join IIT Kharagpur (M Tech in Thermal Sciences) I shifted myself to Hyderabad and my father accompanied me in the journey. We were at MGBS (Mahathma Gandhi Bus Station) @5am, which is one and only bus station having buses to every other state of the country as per my recent friend's point of knowledge. A bunch of auto drivers or may be the agents rounded us with the obvious buzz of competition in rates. They were also mentioning about some hotel stay and all. I was certain about this action as it was foretold by my local friend who also did add that, dont believe any and get on your own. I was in full thought of refusing them and they tried there best. But, I won when I said I have a residence out here and I have to go there. Everyone turned back to find there next prey's obviously someone not like us. They were bargaining for Rs. 10 to drop us at Koti(the place were you only find books and readers) and all of a sudden they changed there tongue, when I called one of those auto drivers and enquired
'Could you drop us???'.
He said, 'Rs. 70'
I was shocked of there phase change and as of a sudden reflex I asked for reason of this price rise.
'Only if you get a hotel on rent we could drop you at Koti at Rs.10'
So that was there commission strategy and it didnt work with us.
We finally could get through to Koti with Rs. 30 being spared (even that was more than enough).
'The best of thieves and burglars are found in a place of strange entry', my mind registered a thought.
We were early to Made Easy Office by 2 hrs. I thought about looking for hostels while my father waited to look after the luggage as it was too tough to carry it along which contained books that has to be stored to my brain after the following 6 month coaching here.
I found hostel were student to toilet ratio was 50:1, student to bed ratio was 2:1. I got my mind down on seeing those but my inner mind commanded,
'I can sacrifice or more clearly I am able to sustain whatever I am offered with as a problem to be faced from the so called creator; God'
Rs. 49500 in cash was given and my admission was done. So, its a key that I have it now but I just have to run, run as faster as possible trailing all the runners to reach the lock of ranks that is the farthest; the first rank may be. Its 5 days short of classes to begin.
I got a hostel that wasnt bad enough and was definitely the best of the available. Its near to the very famous Kothapet Fruit Market and 900 m from 'my' academy.
That evening, I saw my father's face slowly diminishing into the near infinity as he waved his hands in air in containment of pain in leaving his only son back alone. I was absolutely alone, I saw none of the faces that came in my eye frame before. New place, New people, New things...!!!
Unusually my eyes got moist. I thought to myself,
'It was my decision of to do this, and I wanted the same life'
I decided to be strong and smiled on such contradictions of mind.
After allowing my eyes to dry, I traced the path back to 'my' new home, 'my' hostel were 2 people who were completely new to me, who were to share the same room for the next 6 months were waiting for an intro chat with me.