So.. Its Not Bakwas

My friend checked out the previous entry and told me that whatever I've posted was not bakwas. So allow me to share some more of that..

Because Everyone likes to be pictured...

      An Evening in Hyderabad

                                                            

                                                   

 I. Heart. Old. Architecture. 

                                                         

   I Love Sunsets 

                                                                 

Wires around the Masjid

                                 

   Another Sunset 

                                                             

 Chilling like a Boss 

                                                               

The Place where I spent a lot time of time during college 

       

The College itself, I love the rays of sun in it.. 

                                       

Walking around the Lake 

                                                         

 Ceramic Paints 

                                                                 

     Sunlight 

                                                                   

  During a flight 

                                                               

  Trying marco shot   

                                                               

Paintbrushes that didn't turn out very well in this picture 

Ze Campus

                         

The Shoes without which I wouldn't be able to walk outside to take these Photos :P

Hyderabad!

I belong to this city - Hyderabad. I have grown up here and spent the time in summer evenings playing with the kids in the lane. Savoring snacks after the sunset, going around the colony with my mother for grocery shopping and occasionally eating the Best Butter Chicken known to mankind which is only here in Hyderabad. The city is famous for its Biryani and it comes as no doubt that if a person who is from this city is introduced to other kind of biryanis the only words coming from their mouths would be that of criticism. I am really bragging but if you haven't had Hydro Food then you haven't had actual awesome food :P

Many people are unaware of the fact that this city was the biggest monarch empire of the Indian territory in its time and it was not always a part of the Indian territory. To put it simply, It was snatched from Nizams who were a part of the Mughal Empire and who decided to stay back while the empire left. We had our own currency and it was the richest in the world at that time. Over the years the city is welcoming all kinds of people from across the country thanks to the IT boom. In my opinion we should have like a state or city permit but my mom labels such wishful thinking as extreme kind of thinking.

The city has finest architecture when it comes to the historical places like the Golconda Fort, Charminar, Mecca Masjid, Falaknuma Palace to name a few. The love of Urdu poetry still exists in the veins of this city although it is not as it used to be earlier. Over time it has reduced and like rest of the country who really appreciates lyrical art these except a few?

The language is also distorted :P oops I mean is also adjusted with the Deccani Lingo which sure is fun to talk and converse with if you are a hydro but if you are not then it kinda bounces over your head. Somehow most ''smart'' people think that Deccani is only limited to ''hau'' and ''nakko''. I really feel like laughing when rest of the Indians stereotype Hyderabadi people as just people who say ''hau'' and ''nakko''

I love this city and I am actually proud to be from here. Perhaps if the Nizam could stop listening to his sold out advisors we would still be a Culturally and Financially Rich Empire then again perhaps we would have encountered some other problems.. oh well my point is ''If you love Hyderabad : You Just simply love Hyderabad''

EID MEMORIES

As salamualaykum my lovely readers!

A Big Eid Mubarak to all of you! Alhamdulillah for ramadan, so many things i have learnt this year in Ramadan and so many memorable moments that are spent with my lovely sisters. You know what? Inshallah, I am going to make a blog entry just for the Taraweeh Tales :)

Moving on, I spent my eid in Hyderabad today after like 3 years or so. The years when I was in college afrah and I would go around meeting other friends once the family meetings were done. Over the years it felt as if the Eids have changed for me or perhaps I have changed myself.

Growing up Eid-ul-Fitr was my most favorite Eid. We had all the extended family in town, the night before eid was full of buzz, the clothes being ironed, girls fretting about matching bangles and henna on their hands. Guys going around the hair cutting salons doing the last minute shopping.

Eid mornings - Our two bedroom apartment was quite modest in size so the cleaning could be taken care of in a short amount of time. The special ocassion sheets and curtains would be spread around the house, my mom going around waking us up. Especially my brother to ensure that he makes it for the eid prayer on time, making sure the water was warm in the morning as generally those years eid was during winter. I would wake up after my mother nagging me for at least half an hour to a house filled with the aroma of sheer kurma (the special sweet of eid!). As the day would progress I'd dress up in the Eid Dress feeling like the prettiest princess, Once my brother and my cousins would come home from the Eid Prayer I'd immediately start fishing for compliments from my elder and my only brother asking him constantly how I looked until he responded positive.

I would then go on the first floor to meet up my aunt and my best friend plus cousin, we'd meet up hugging each other complimenting on how pretty each of us looked and making plans for what to do when we get the Eidi and speculating how much Eidi we might end up making by the end of the Eid. We had 1 cousin brother who was around our age group, so we'd hurry to her balcony which was across the street to his, yell his name out loud until he would come in the balcony and once he'd come out we would rate if he looked smart enough or not. Then we'd rate how every one from our neighborhood looked like..

The day would then proceed with so much of sheer kurma that one point I'd feel like I've been on morphine because honestly this sweet is nothing more than an OPEN INVITATION for getting fat and drowsy. And if you live in a house that's obsessed about having the dry fruits in that sweet fried in ASLI GHEE then you are doomed! :P

By the afternoon side we would go around the colony, meeting other relatives. Alhamdulillah it was an easy access to my relatives as we all lived in the same colony. The important highlight of the day would be to go and meet Dadima (may allah bless her soul) , if that was delayed then we had to be assured of being in trouble. So around later afternoon or so, everyone would gather in her house, All my cousin brothers would be decked in white kurta pajamas, grinning and joking around. My sisters on the other hand looking all girly, with make up, matching bangles and accessories appropriate with their dresses.

In short, if you are blessed with 3 paternal aunts and 6 paternal uncles you would not even realize how the eid day can pass by. My mom's side of the family would usually be our last place to visit before the end of the day.

That was just a glimpse of the Eids that I used to have as a kid. Now, it's different, Life's changed and perhaps its for the best :)

Eid mubarak once again, May Allah swt accept all your deeds and prayers!