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Lal Bahadur Shastri Stadium, Hyderabad

Saturday found me at Lal Bahadur Stadium (the now defunct “Official” Cricket Stadium of Hyderabad that played host to the recently concluded ICL, the IPL predecessor). I had planned to watch the ICL “Live in the stadium”, but the plan never realized… Now I was at the venue of the tournament, the stadium seemed to be recuperating after the tournament. Every place I turned my eyes to, there were debris - the stands where every four and six was cheered by dancing girls were being dismantled. The commentary box, third umpire’s box, and the studio from where pre and post match analysis is done were intact, and it was quite an experience seeing them. The commentary box had two long tables with many white paper strips proclaiming the type of feed (sky-cam et al) that the TV that would have been there would be displaying. The view from the commentary box of the ground was fantastic and on a match night it would have been spectacular, day-by-day I am growing more envious of the commentators’ brigade. What surprised me though was the size of the three rooms, only the commentary box was what could be termed as large, rest two were just average sized. Off the commentary box, I pried of a piece of paper that had the timing slots for the commentators, earlier I used to think that the commentators divide the job based on number of overs (generally every 7th over the commentator is changed in ODIs) - now I know the distribution is time based.

Well these things had their charm, but for me the clincher was wandering around the ground and checking out the pitch. Utkarsh had earlier mentioned that a ground does not seem as big as it is seen on the TV, even I had had the same experience when I had visited Chinnaswamy Stadium in Bangalore - the grounds seem much smaller in real life. And I was drooling at the prospect of playing on the lush green grass, in college we used to dive around while fielding even when the only trace of grass on the cricket ground was below the trees which was the pavilion for all our matches :) As for the pitch, I was actually very surprised. During cricket telecast, you can see the pitch as a stretch of brown surrounded by green. Here the pitch was a speck of brown and green inter-mingled. It had been just 3 days that the ICL final was played here, and already the pitch was being taken over by the grass. I am no expert on pitches; I had no idea whether that pitch would turn, whether it would aid swing, or whether it was a belter. I know just that it was much softer then what I had expected, it had a sort of spongy feeling to it - bowling a bouncer whizzing by the nose would have been very tough on this pitch. This is why the Indian pitches are conducive to batting, without bothering about getting your rib cage shattered; you can play your shots. I’d love to play on that pitch, although not facing the bowlers who would generally bowl there :) On the whole I felt the picture presented by the television is afar from truth. A cricket stadium is much more different from what is seen on the idiot box.

For the religious minded - this is where The-God hit his highest score :D

Kachoris @ Hyderabad

Hyderabad has been an awesome place to have quality food at a decent price. Any cuisine, any palate - Hyderabad serves to all aficionados; well almost all. I had not found a place where I can eat Kachori or Samosa that would rival the taste of Kachoris and Samosas of Raipur.

Not anymore! Get on your bike, and drive to General Bazaar in Secunderabad. When you are driving along the Rashtrapati Road going towards Patny Circle, keep looking for a small Dargah on the left side. The Dargah sits in the middle of the road, and it would really be an achievement to miss it :) Take the alley that goes left at the Dargah; you will find scores of card printing shops everywhere. Go about 20 feet ahead, and you will find a thela just before another left turn in an alley that would be stretched to accommodate two bikes driving side-by-side. Bingo! You have found the spot.

This thela serves the most luscious Kachoris, Mirchi Bhajji, and Masala Vada at a pittance. Go on, try it - you would not be disappointed :)

And as the thela owner said, “Sunday ko chhutti hain” … So now you know :)

As far as I could make out from the air, this seems to be the precise location - apologies if it is incorrect.

“Strike”ing

Today morning on an atypical - a tad non-cluttered - drive to office owing to the auto strike I was reminded of an incident that happened 4-5 years back during another auto strike (that was for higher fares).

I was in second year and that time my mom and dad were in Hyderabad for a function. The venue was some obscure place in Secunderabad (I no longer remember the name), and on the day of the function the autos went to strike. After searching for an auto for a long time we caught one lurking in the alleys, and he agreed to take us to the venue albeit at one and a half times the actual rate. Reluctantly we agreed. He kept off all the main roads; we traversed through alleys of Hyderabad to reach our destination. I did not recognize any road or alley the auto had taken, and till date I am not sure what place I had been to and how I reached there.

After a long and boring function, it was time to go back. Again we had major problems finding an auto, but finally managed to do so. This auto-guy was verbose. He chattered non-stop, and expressed his displeasure at the ongoing strike, saying that it was a forced on them. He said that they were earning daily and spending the money daily with no savings to bank on in such times. That’s why he was taking a risk in driving an auto even on the day of the strike. He said most of the autos were hired and they had to pay a fixed amount to the owner irrespective of the amount they earned. If the strike was successful, and the fares were increased, the rent to the owner too would increase and so the take-home amount would be the same for the auto driver. According to the auto driver the union forced the strikes on them, and most of the drivers agreed to it only under force.

While passing through Osmania University, unluckily for the auto driver the union guys had blocked the road. The driver was literally dragged off by the strike perpetrators. That time I did not know where we were, and had no idea where to go and how? Dad talked to the auto union people, and luckily they agreed to drop us off to our destination. We asked the new driver what would happen to the guy who was driving the auto earlier, he nonchalantly replied, “use thoda maar kar chhod denge” (he would be beaten up a bit). I could only hope that that auto guy was fine.

Penta-Petalled-Phools

Sorry for the Phools, I was not getting a proper word to alliterate :P

Penta-Petalled-Pink-Phool

Bright

It is surprising that no matter what colour the flower is, it goes superbly with the green of the leaves.
Here I tried to capture only the brightness of the pink and purple, without trying to bring out the contrast.
Shot with the macro mode at KBR National Park, Hyderabad.

Rains, Roads and Hyderabad

I now understand the 80-20 rule perfectly, thanks to the Hyderabad roads. My 20% of commute time covers the 80% of the route, and the rest 20% of distance takes 80% of the time. I would be driving along at 50 kmph, and suddenly a stretch would come that would force me to single digits. And I repeat this cycle till I reach my destination.

These days Hyderabad is under a deluge of incessant rainfalls. The Rain Gods seem to be benevolent, but the same cannot be said for the Gods of Hyderabad Roads and Infrastructure. Bangalore was under water for few days, the drainage system being the culprit. In Hyderabad the drainage is actually quite good, you would not find any waterlogging on most of the major streets few minutes after the rains abate. But the culprit is digging of the roads. Almost all major Hyderabad roads have a part that is either dug up, or some manhole is malfunctioning (and so water-logging), or being repaired. Generally the two lanes of any road are as same (or different?) as the faces of Aishwarya Rai and Om Puri - one lane is smooth, the other full of potholes.

Be it Madhapur, or Masab Tank, or Banjara Hills, or Lakdikapul - no road had been spared the wrath of Gods of Hyderabad Roads and Infrastructure. The worst road that I have encountered is the Durgam Cheruvu road. Yesterday evening I was stuck in the traffic jam there (thankfully the road has been made a one-way these days, and hence the traffic jams are not as massive as they used to be) and saw that a one-meter part of the road was under water, and surprisingly no motorists had ventured there. Now a part of road that is not filled by vehicles would ring danger bells in any sane mind especially in Hyderabad, but I can be exempted from the sane-mind assumption as I was returning after a day that resembled banging your head on one wall to break open the wall on the other side of the room. As I was going towards that one-meter opening in the road, I saw something black floating in water. I stopped, and seconds later a fully-grown buffalo emerged from the water - and no I am not kidding. People who have driven around Madhapur would know that buffaloes and cows are rulers of the roads here. After all in all office addresses “Madhapur village” is written as the area name.

The Durgam Cheruvu road is under construction, so a meter deep and a meter wide trench has been dug up through the length of the road, the rains have filled the trench and the trench has been overflowing, and yet there are no signs placed anywhere near showing the danger. There used to be logic of laying the railway tracks in summer (heat expands…), the telephone and electric wires in winter (same logic); is there any logic to repairing and constructing roads during rains? I am unable to find any reason…

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