Dennis Swamy- The forgotten hero
Hyderabad
Sports Article #2
More tears, less cheers.
And that’s my first sports article. 😀
Movie murderers
We Hyderabadis, though are a very proud race and believe that we are the best in everything we do, we are unarguably one of the worst movie watchers. This, mind you, isn’t a reaction of one incident. Infact it is a response to the loads of incidents over a period of one year.
I remember when i went to watch Race 2 (yes i watched it and i have no clue why), a typical Hyderabadi guy sitting beside me was not only spitting paan throughout the movie, but also was spitting out the dialogues and scenes before they appeared on screen. To add to this, he shouted out ‘baingan’ every 10 minutes thinking that it would make him cool. As if this wasn’t enough, he elbowed every time he said that and laughed with his red teeth as if looking for acknowledgement.
The movie wasn’t great anyway so it wasn’t much of an issue. But i had a real tough time watching The Conjuring. “Kya yaaro, pinde ka haarar, kamdy philam dikhri merku” was all i could hear. Bloody son of a bitch! He spoke throughout the film, I wonder why? How does it help them?
Is this a kind of internship that they get a certificate for? Or are they part of Utorrent’s outreach team, that discourages people to watch movies in theater and download them? Whatever it is, it remains beyond my understanding.
I do not say that having fun in the theater is bad. Well, we pay to have fun. But ruining other’s movie watching experience isn’t a good thing to do. All baingan ke baata! :p
Confessions of a Biryani-holic
Yello! The blogger is back! looks like I have been on a blogging spree off late with the rate of one blog a day!! (Applause) Thanks for all the support you’ve given me. Well one reason i have been blogging is because, i haven’t been eating. yes, you heard that right! I am a big time foodie, and to shed some pounds I have been dieting. Yeah, you that right as well!!
The world is a different world for different people. And for a foodie like me, it is all about food. From the changing of the traffic signal, to filling fuel in my bike, anything can remind me of food, and to curb that urge to eat, let me tell you, it is a tough task. What has made things worse for me is that I stay in Hyderabad! No, it has nothing to do with the Owaisis or the Talangana Bandhs, I meant, who, possibly who on earth can live in the biryani capital of the world and resist eating it?!
I am! and it’s not easy. I am very fond of the Biryani at ‘Pride of Hyderabad’ which I believe serves the best Biryani in the city.
This is one place that i have to cross on my way to office. Every time I pass through the place, it makes me nostalgic, Thoughts of me hogging Chicken, Mutton, Prawns biryani cross my mind, and I almost break into tears! 😀 Hard to believe? i know!
The madness doesn’t end here. At times, i stood outside the hotel (which looked like Mecca to me) for roughly half hour before the watchman got suspicious and chased me out of there. I wish there was a device that could keep me slim despite eating loads and loads of Biryani. IITans, get to work! 😉
I know to may of you it might sound very stupid, but ask a foodie like me, how much it takes to keep away from food, when it keeps calling you always. (Biryani and Haleem in particular).
The Rare View 