Every time we come back ‘home’ to Coimbatore, Vidya and I keep bemoaning the lack of customer-orientation that plagues businesses here. And almost every time, we get to experience it first-hand. This time was no different, and the doler-out of the experience was a beauty parlour that goes by the name of Pretty Queen.
For the first time in my life, I actually partied in Coimbatore. Rather, I tried to. After reading about a newly-opened nightspot called Psychedel, we decided to give it a try, and dropped in nice and early at around nine.
Last Sunday found us on the pavements of Abids, accompanied by the adventurous Haritha, hunting for books among the hundreds of impromptou bookstalls that had sprung up everywhere. After about five hours, we found ourselves richer by forty books, for which we had paid a total of about four hundred rupees.
Golconda seems to have been cursed for me – it is such a great place to get spectacular photographs, and yet the last three times I’ve been there, it has been only in the evening in the fading light. Finally, after a lot of planning we managed to get there during the day, only to have a rainy visit from which I managed to get a few decent pictures.
One good thing about Hyderabad is the variety of beer you get here. Of course, this is only in comparison with Chennai, but still, that’s saying a lot, seeing as how we keep complaining Hyderabad’s not as good.
There are two shops that sell beer within striking distance of where I live, and usually the choice is limited to whatever beer’s in the cooler.
Definitely not something I should be proud of, but I am quite tickled by this!
I got home early one evening and spotted this from my balcony. The voyeur in me could not resist, and I ran for my camera. The rest, as it is said, is celluloid history! Music, editing, and all the interesting mixed martial arts inserts are Dhruv’s.
now that you are in hyd.. you should check out a telugu movie called anukokunda oka roju
I simply loved it .. probably the best Indian movie I’ve seen in a long, long time..
These words, casually typed by Karthik while we were chatting a couple of months ago, sent me on a hunt around the city for a DVD of the movie. Since my Telugu is not really that good (okay, I don’t know anything beyond champesthaanu and me kosam!), I had to find one with English subtitles.
I know it’s not November, and it’s definitely not raining. It’s in fact really, really hot.
I was listening to November Rain, and I was taken back in time by a memory – one of the happier ones I have associated with the song.
Last weekend took us on a whirlwind visit to Mumbai and Pune. Sriram, long-time friend, sharer in many an adventure (and misadventure!), sleeper at ten thirty, and a lot of other things, finally got hitched, and Vidya and I got a chance to see a Tam Brahm wedding from up close.
The long weekend gave us the opportunity to check out two pubs we haven’t been to in Hyderabad. The first was Touch, apparently ideal for spotting Tollywood glitterati. Thursday evening found us there with a couple of friends.