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Tale of a Marriage and a Biryani

Marriages are made in heaven and so are the Hyderabadi Biryanis.
- Saint Sushant
My visit this august to Hyderabad was a welcome break from the spine bending work pressure we have here in Mumbai. Raj our Geek friend from IIT shifted to Hyderabad this summer for good. He took our sister company his brainchild along with him to his city which is under tremendous growth trajectory like many of other indian cities after the IT revolution here. His marriage gave us the oppurchunity to visit the great city of Hyderabad. Luckily for me I was accompanied by best of my pals from here in mumbai and our techie friends from Hyderabad were more than willing to allow us in their newly rented luxorious apartment. The train journey was comfortable and enjoyable but not exiciting in absence of good chicks. We never thought that the drought was to continue through out the trip.

The next evening after the tins of beer our gang went for the great hyderabadi biryani. the resturant was grand and well matching was its name 'Paradise'. I guess now my statement above is making some sense. It was awesome food and the best thing was its cost. I lost count of the servings I had that day but in the end I could summarize that it was lot of food and the next morning was going to be tough. When we ordered 'Khubani ka meetha' The sight only was so tempting that i took the risk of gobbling it inspite of my full house . When we came out the city was almost closed it was a diffrent sight when compared to mumbai but was good for a change.
The next morning was the big occassion. Marraige was at 10:30 am and we were too tired to got up that early, besides we were used to the delays of north indian weddings. We were a sharp 1 hour late. I couldn't believe that the ceremony was almost over. We could only went to say 'Hi' to the couple and shamelessly smiled for the photographs.

It was a bit let down as I felt we came all the way from mumbai for a free lunch. Believe me I can do that but this time I would have very much liked to attend the occassion. However our commitment to a belly full of meal was never to be compromised and we effortlessly marched towards the food court. After the meal we came back to our den and just pondered over the life our freind is now going to have.


Thereafter we tried covering whatever was possible in next two days. The last day we went to the old city to visit charminar. It was a ocean of people and resembled the mumbai locals in spirit and sight. The charminar was a let down as it has not been properly conserved and the people here in this country are expert in defacing the historical monuments. However the thing which striked us the most was the lunch at the resturant'Shadab'. Highly recommended for anyone going to hyderabad. If you are a Non-Veg try the chicken Pakistani and the biryani is no doubt awesome.

The visit was overwhelming but was fulfilling in all the ways one can think off. Whether it was the night long gossips about girlz , the beer cans, the wonderful marriage, meeting up with old friends or the Heavenly Biryanis it was a hell of a trip.

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