New Techie in the City

"Good morning. Welcome to the first rays of corporate sun. You have felt the early morning warmth and twitter of birds in the ambiance, you will also feel the mid day scorch, the exasperation of late noon and drained thirst of late afternoon.. but there is the refreshing breeze of evening to compensate at the end.", read the first sms of the day. It was from my sister, and unofficially the first welcome message, a few moments before the gala corporate induction.

As I sit to pen down my thoughts on this eve of Dashami, I get goose bumps all over. However, I am going to make sure you dont get it. Completing 3 weeks of stay in the 'city of Nawabs'(i know it gives a royal feel and yes it was a grand welcome from my organization) and this is the first weekend with salary. Well, I am happy. Yet, not like those who are sharing it back at their homes. One thing that Hyderabadis strikingly expertise in is showing off their gut while crossing the road, driving past a red light and ignoring all sort of

traffic rules.  It took me 10 mins to cross a road during the first few days. No cars stop at signals, unless its a very big junction. And pedestrians assume these roads to be some marathon track with an exception of moving obstacles on the way. I will take at least two years to get myself accustomed to their "safety" rules.

The first taste of corporate culture was undoubtedly elating. Office hours is followed by the same chai-er dokan e adda like we have it in Kolkata with my Bengali mates here. The tea of this particular shop is astonishingly tasty and consequently addictive. Food has not been a big problem since I came here, as much as I thought it would be.
It happens to be one of the safest cities I came across so far, especially at night and now I know why the police remains dormant in the daytime. The cool breeze blowing wind through my hair, music in my ears, the dim lit moon above the lighted highways and see myself leave the city behind , all by myself in a bus after the 'saptami bhuri bhoj' at midnight made me own this city...

Coming to my favourite topic, food. Being proned to hyperacidity and owning a sensitive stomach I tend to avoid the sour dal and curries as much as possible. However, being a bong foodie and a sweet lover at the same time, I love the patent Hyderabadi sweet called "Double ka Meetha", something they make out of fried bread n dipping that in sugar syrup. It quite resembles the "shhwar bhaja" in Calcutta, but believe me it is way more delicious here. Next comes, the nawabi biriyani!! The fact that the original Hyderabadi biriyani is made with very little spice and is less smelly than what Shiraz gives us back in Calcutta, made me really like it. Kolkata House is a big hit here for most Bengalis. It reminds me of Benfish, with all those Bhetki fries, fish chops, fish kobirajis ... lining up their stall. And my first acquaintance with Kolkata House fish happened one saptami evening, after office when we(me and my Bengali colleagues) planned a pujo pandal visit to Miyapur. We fell in love,  and I call it "love at first bite" !!
Anyway...  signing off for now ! This was my first blog from Hyderabad... will keep writing...

A Last One from Home

...And a final one before I am off to start a techie's career. My Bsnl broadband bills for the last 2 months have exceeded 1000s of bucks. My dad kept quite thinking his beloved younger daughter had only few days of stay at home. I have been googling hyderabad maps day and night as nothing else could give me a better view of the city, my office, accommodations...bla bla. I know I was growing old every birthday but not wiser anymore. I have hated the chaos of Durga pujo evenings in Kolkata, since birth; and often went out with family and relatives for long trips, treks... mainly the north and north-western India. I can count the number of Pujos I spent eating the Ashtami bhog in my para. It was only after I got my offer giving the joining date 2 weeks before Pujo, that a sudden craving for staying in Kolkata during pujo sprang out from within. My mom threatened to marry me off if I was not going for higher study/ job after graduation. The next search on Google was Durga pujo in Hyderabad. Wow! Bengali communities and their Pujo venues in the 'city of Nawabs'!!




I had no experience of what it was like to leave behind our loved ones and set off. It was being the first time and the toughest ever. From electric kettles to new trolley bags, formal shoes to a stylish haircut from paser bari's Habib-trained boudi(next door aunt) lunch invitations to pre-gifted pujo dresses, cash and blessing... it has been getting grander than Pujo itself. All this meant I am not supposed to look back, which is something I cannot refrain from doing. I will keep writing from my new city now... Looking forward to come back permanently in no time. After all, home sweet home!! :)