We were in Hyderabad over the weekend, and I realized suddenly how much I miss the city, and it’s strangely Gult-Nawab charm.
Among other things, we couldn’t eat Samosas at Paradise which is a very big misfortune. The Volvo sleeper service between Hyderabad and Mumbai is a very big hit by the way if you’re the kinds who can sleep in any damn position. (Sri’s like that! Touchwood!)
So here you are, with very little knee space, with a guy ahead of you who wants to recline his seat before the damn key gets into ignition point. And then somewhere in the middle you stop at a Andhra Pradesh Tourism Restroom, where the loo has about 40 women queued for two cubicles. What makes the situation worse is some of them fake bladder urgency and start dancing on two feet to indicate that if they do not pee soon enough, the odour, bad as such is likely to get worse.
The even funnier thing is that there are two cubicles with western style pots that nobody wants to use.
In the end, I longed for my childhood drives through Punjab and Haryana where lush green fields were welcoming, even if without the restrooms!!
