My first tryst with Hyderabad was for a mere two months. It was summer of 2006 and I had landed here as a fresh graduate looking forward to a future. Yes. Those were good old days.Back then there was a different CM. Now there is a different CM.One thing I usually dont comment is about politics the reason being simple. I dont know much about politics. For me , the politics means only specific strategical decisions which affects taxes, my payroll, and changes by TRAI which will ensure inexpensive calling rates - so that i may call home often.
A lot can be said about the changes that have happened in this beautiful city- the new airport, new foot over bridges, new lanes and many more infrastructural additions to cater to the everygrowing IT doings. But I am not writing to enlighten about the additions made, but specially about one thing which has not changed.
It is the way Hyderabadi road users(motorists and pedestrians) put vehicles/roads/lives to test everyday. Call it efficient driving or call it utilizing full potential of vehicle or more precisely call it our ability to not care for anything unless it affects us directly. Call it what you will, but what never ceases to amaze me and many other who are not natives of Hyderabad is the complete exodus of traffic sense.Frankly, I considered myself extremely lucky having survived many attempts on my life by 'share' autos back in 2006. Now I am back here. Everyday, I see accidents with ominous regularity only to have it being overwritten in my memory even before it is forgotten. As I walk on the streets of this amazing city, I almost get run down on a daily basis. My cries of 'Watchout!' are being lost in the ominous traffic. But the driver who intended to mow me down turns back and gives me a look. I think it is a smile. A look that almost says 'why so serious?' And while he turns back, the vehicle still chugs along diligently in traffic. That is a feat by any standards.
I hope everyday that I finish the work I am supposed to do in Hyderabad as soon as possible and return to my hometown alive. Meanwhile, I kindly ask you to recommend me for the bravery awards... i think they are awarded posthumously too. Your efforts will not be in vain.
It is the way Hyderabadi road users(motorists and pedestrians) put vehicles/roads/lives to test everyday. Call it efficient driving or call it utilizing full potential of vehicle or more precisely call it our ability to not care for anything unless it affects us directly. Call it what you will, but what never ceases to amaze me and many other who are not natives of Hyderabad is the complete exodus of traffic sense.Frankly, I considered myself extremely lucky having survived many attempts on my life by 'share' autos back in 2006. Now I am back here. Everyday, I see accidents with ominous regularity only to have it being overwritten in my memory even before it is forgotten. As I walk on the streets of this amazing city, I almost get run down on a daily basis. My cries of 'Watchout!' are being lost in the ominous traffic. But the driver who intended to mow me down turns back and gives me a look. I think it is a smile. A look that almost says 'why so serious?' And while he turns back, the vehicle still chugs along diligently in traffic. That is a feat by any standards.
I hope everyday that I finish the work I am supposed to do in Hyderabad as soon as possible and return to my hometown alive. Meanwhile, I kindly ask you to recommend me for the bravery awards... i think they are awarded posthumously too. Your efforts will not be in vain.
