Being a bachelor in Hyderabad!

– Nobody gives you a house on rent.

– Your neighbors look at your female friends with contempt.

– Your colony’s ‘Residents Community’ decides to ban all bachelors from taking up accommodation

– Prospective landlords ask – How many girlfriends you have and if you eat meat. If you reply no girlfriends, they look at you disbelievingly (yeah I know, as handsome as I am but unlucky in love!)

– Your landlord asks you about ‘that girl’ whom you were talking with near the market.

– No maid wants to work in your apartment or negotiates for atrociously high prices (75 rupees a day) for sweeping your three room accommodation.

– Your food consists of any dal which smells like sambhar (in varied colours) with palak floating in it, a subzi that looks like mashed alien pulp swimming in gravy and decorated with lots of spices, along with chapatti’s made of an unique mixture of atta and maida all this packed in industrial steel tiffins or most often in polythene bags and hung on your door by the delivery boy from an organization called ‘Mom’s Kitchen’.

– After coming home from office a 9 PM if you wish to chat up your female friends, you are told by the moral police (read colony neighbors) ‘Dont roam around in pairs, we have children, it would have an adverse impact on them’ (I wonder haven’t these children ever looked their own parents roaming around together?)

– You haven’t eaten home cooked food in many months.

– When you return sick and tired from office at 10 PM you find massive traffic jams either at Ameerpet or Begumpet and travel 15 kilometers in 1.5 hours.

Last night I truly came to know the meaning of being a bachelor living alone in an alien city. Got held up in office, returned home around 11 PM – there were no shops open, nothing to eat, ‘Raj Gujarat’ was closed and so was ‘Fresh @’. Luckily a medical store was open and luckily it had biscuits and bread. Rolled up bread slices around chocolate biscuits washed down with water and slept. Mummy hoti toh khana khila ke hi sone deti.

But of course, bachelor life has its own high points! the masti, the parties, the lochhe, the birdwatching at Sindhi Colony, the catcalls and comments at Anand Theatre movies, the midnight snacks with friends, the tomato-onion-sweet corn chaat, swimming, dhabha food, text messages, Airtel CUG Calls (and long phone bills), trips in hired qualis’/scorpio’s. The best years of a guy’s life. The most unbalanced years of life, extreme happiness, extreme loneliness, extreme masti, extreme flirting, extreme bakar***di, washing clothes, cooking food. Living on the edge!

~ by sleepwalker on May 18, 2007.

One Response to “Being a bachelor in Hyderabad!”

  1. Very interesting post dizzy 🙂

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