After bidding a soulful adieu to my family and friends at the Hyderabad International Airport, we went inside the airport lobby, yes its we since I was traveling along with a friend. And we both knew that we would be able to see our people waiting anxiously outside to have one last look, only after an year as we both were heading for our masters in the USA.
As we were walking further inside the airport, one glance at him told me that he is not able to handle himself, so I took his luggage and told him, “Go near the entrance again and wave to your family one last time” and in a moment he was back at the entrance giving a last glance; smiling to myself I thought, “Too pampered, it would be tough for him to adjust in the USA”. He came back gasping and took his luggage back and we both started walking again. We heard an announcement that flight would be taking off in another hour, leaving us some time to have rest. While I was looking around appreciating the infrastructure of the new airport, he asked, “if I could lend my mobile as he was not carrying his”. I said, “Wait let me talk to my people and would give you” and I spoke for a minute and gave him. I got my mobile back only after I finished surveying the complete lobby and checking out all the duty free shops there, I again thought, “how would he survive?”.
All through till we landed in Heathrow airport, the wait and then boarding onto another flight, I was the brave one among us both and enquiries at each spot was my job, his job was to follow me. As we where on board on the flight taking off for Chicago. I just started reminiscing my moments back home, the times I spent with friends in hyderabad. Then a small thought came into my mind, I was unaware that this thought would change my route, my thinking and me all together. The thought was , “Why I have to leave hyderabad or India? Why I should stay away from everyone? I was having good time and good opportunities at Hyderabad itself, then for what was I leaving it?”, and this changed the situation completely and I started asking myself first and then him and then everyone whom I met in the USA, how quick I can complete my MBA and return back? So, was I the bravest? Not sure!
This was the moment which made me realise the real beauty of my life, its my place 'Hyderabad' and my people which make my life complete. For many this place is very crowded and people here lacks in traffic and common sense but for me they are lively, they know to live their life on their terms and everyone here is living his life the way he wants it to, so whom would you complain on? A one walk through the Secunderabad station or Charminar would freak any new comer to this place but for people who have opened their eyes and learned to live here, its their definition of life. For me its so lively and people everywhere around you; everywhere you find people defining their own standards of life. Nothing is in place, nothing would seem working but its perfect in the minds of people who earn their living there. While in the USA, everything is in place and everything seems perfect but where are the people for whom the things are made and kept in place?
What else can beat you satisfaction levels, than freaking out with close friends on the necklace road, getting into a jam packed Eat Street and observing everyone before you find a place for yourself and than gulping something before you take on a boat ride....what else can be more sufficing than driving with bunch of friends on cars and bikes on the outskirts of hyderabad, while the clouds as serene as ever till then starts pouring....and the bikers take guard under a tree and you sit in a car and tease them!
Where else you can sit around with your family for tea while you watch the Breaking News on TV9 and other channels...
After a hectic work, all you friends get into a car with the door yelling at you. Frisking around the city for the theater you booked for a new release, what else can be more irritating when you find the theater you spotted was a wrong one and when you found the right theatre the show timing you booked for was afternoon show and not the evening show and all you friends yell at one poor fellow who gets punished for holding a credit card; these little moments make life worth remembering, worth sharing!
And for me this is not just a real beauty but its a life....
As we were walking further inside the airport, one glance at him told me that he is not able to handle himself, so I took his luggage and told him, “Go near the entrance again and wave to your family one last time” and in a moment he was back at the entrance giving a last glance; smiling to myself I thought, “Too pampered, it would be tough for him to adjust in the USA”. He came back gasping and took his luggage back and we both started walking again. We heard an announcement that flight would be taking off in another hour, leaving us some time to have rest. While I was looking around appreciating the infrastructure of the new airport, he asked, “if I could lend my mobile as he was not carrying his”. I said, “Wait let me talk to my people and would give you” and I spoke for a minute and gave him. I got my mobile back only after I finished surveying the complete lobby and checking out all the duty free shops there, I again thought, “how would he survive?”.
All through till we landed in Heathrow airport, the wait and then boarding onto another flight, I was the brave one among us both and enquiries at each spot was my job, his job was to follow me. As we where on board on the flight taking off for Chicago. I just started reminiscing my moments back home, the times I spent with friends in hyderabad. Then a small thought came into my mind, I was unaware that this thought would change my route, my thinking and me all together. The thought was , “Why I have to leave hyderabad or India? Why I should stay away from everyone? I was having good time and good opportunities at Hyderabad itself, then for what was I leaving it?”, and this changed the situation completely and I started asking myself first and then him and then everyone whom I met in the USA, how quick I can complete my MBA and return back? So, was I the bravest? Not sure!
This was the moment which made me realise the real beauty of my life, its my place 'Hyderabad' and my people which make my life complete. For many this place is very crowded and people here lacks in traffic and common sense but for me they are lively, they know to live their life on their terms and everyone here is living his life the way he wants it to, so whom would you complain on? A one walk through the Secunderabad station or Charminar would freak any new comer to this place but for people who have opened their eyes and learned to live here, its their definition of life. For me its so lively and people everywhere around you; everywhere you find people defining their own standards of life. Nothing is in place, nothing would seem working but its perfect in the minds of people who earn their living there. While in the USA, everything is in place and everything seems perfect but where are the people for whom the things are made and kept in place?
What else can beat you satisfaction levels, than freaking out with close friends on the necklace road, getting into a jam packed Eat Street and observing everyone before you find a place for yourself and than gulping something before you take on a boat ride....what else can be more sufficing than driving with bunch of friends on cars and bikes on the outskirts of hyderabad, while the clouds as serene as ever till then starts pouring....and the bikers take guard under a tree and you sit in a car and tease them!
Where else you can sit around with your family for tea while you watch the Breaking News on TV9 and other channels...
After a hectic work, all you friends get into a car with the door yelling at you. Frisking around the city for the theater you booked for a new release, what else can be more irritating when you find the theater you spotted was a wrong one and when you found the right theatre the show timing you booked for was afternoon show and not the evening show and all you friends yell at one poor fellow who gets punished for holding a credit card; these little moments make life worth remembering, worth sharing!
And for me this is not just a real beauty but its a life....
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