My 129th Post: Nightlife in Hyderabad

The city of dead, is not how one would describe the nights here in Hyderabad....during the day the streets are crowed and are filled with different stories floating around but as night hits this city, things quite down a bit and the moods shift from rock genre to blues....as the sun sets down, Hyderabad changes its views and moods....the focus shifts from chaotic markets of daily supplies and other colorless accessories to the markets of color and attraction....the attention is diverted towards the world of shopping and cuisine as our office class offer their time to their families after a day’s hard work....the city glisters w

ith lights everywhere, a view which might take the beat away from a throbbing heart....a wedding celebrated at Mehmood Garden, to the fuss in the Latifabad no. 8 market, everything glows and adds a touch to the city’s beauty....

As the night moves on further towards the darkness, the busy streets become empty as the markets shut down.....the tired people either move to their homes to mark the day’s end or enjoy the night’s breeze with their family and friends.....they dine at places such as Al-Manzar to enjoy the moonlight near the sight of the river or move towards the restaurants which depict the history of Hyderabad such as Nehroon Kot.... Regardless of time, the city remains alive....the people never let it go to sleep....especially during the month of Ramadan, the streets are completely filled with excitement....every road, every turn would point towards a tournament being held....people of all ages are found playing cricket or football...one match ends and another starts....even the kids, who have just started walking, are seen sitting outside with some guardian and enjoying the view....

This excitement of the night is not limited to the youngsters of today but even our elderlies turn young....even at 3am, the tea cafes are filled with groups of friends chatting as if they do not care of the next sun rise....the people of Hyderabad are not well aware of the disco life but instead they have mehfils which are strong enough to tremble one’s soul....famous artists read their verses and people gather around to experience the view as they reach their souls....still there are some who are not aware of the night outside their walls but rejoice their freedom by staying up all night by watching random movies or playing games with family or friends....

As the sky glows with the light of the sun, these rebels of the night go to their dens to get some rest....some might go for a heavy breakfast of seero puri to mark the end of their night and others just slip into their beds to get a shut eye to wake up to a new journey, a journey which they save up to tell their future generations....

My 78th Post: Burraq Mama For You :P

Well this post was supposed to be on the night before today or I guess it wouldn't have been here even if I had remembered the occasion....I usually don't do this but had to make up to Burraq for not wishing him on his birthday on 19th of this month because there are chances that he might kick me outta the football club :P Am just kidding....he won't do anything like that, still I had to wish him in a better way than just commenting on his facebook wall under his status of 'thanks'....
Well, am not really sure of what to write further in this post so am just gonna scribble here what ever comes in my mind....Burraq, well he is a nice guy or somehow is a great dude to hang out with...I have mostly been with him only on the field but I guess that covers most of his personality because there, I have seen most of his sides....puns a part, he has demonstrated leadership, companionship, sincerity, umm responsibilty (except the part of the team kits :P) and at times tharkiship, which is something he is best at :P
Burraq really brings out the unity in our team, not saying that he is the main reason of the team playing together because others are contributing the same but yeah, he is one of the main foundations of the team....except this all, he is a nice guy to talk to and spend time with....and his worst quality so far is that he never leaves someone's side without marking a smile on his/her face....this guy is a nice friend, a good teammate and hits a home run in being a lady's man....
Well bro, be blessed and hope you see plenty of birthdays and next time, please remind me to wish you exactly at 12 :) I guess this covers up for my penalty of being late this year and for the rest of you, if you haven't wished him yet, do it by commenting on this post or even if you have already wished him, wish him again and get my post some hits :P
Happy Birthday mama :)
P.s. tried editing a barca bday hat upon you head, but I suck at editing :P

birthday boy :D

My 22nd Post: Night Tournaments

I love sports and my game is football...that is my love....when ever and where ever I get a chance to play, I rarely miss it....its intoxicating for me....I just can't take my mind off it....even at times just to relax, I start juggling the ball, no worries if the clock strikes 2 for the night....The time I reach the field, I just want to conquer it all....the feeling to be on it is indescribable...that ain't only for me....the same would be in the heart of any true player of any sport....
Setting up matches and playing as a team is a lot of fun...mostly the matches are during the day lights under the stroke of the sun....the heat becomes harsh but the players bare it for the love of the game....the reason for evening matches is that the days are busy....everyone has to wake up early in order to attain their jobs or schools....so having no option in hand, they accept the torment of sun....

This month,Ramadan, in Pakistan, the players rarely sleep....the days are calm cause it is tough to suffer the load of the game in a fast....and the game must go on so at night, the streets are closed....the street lights brighten every single path that follows....as the traffic soothes down, players rule the streets which were once the territory of the cars....every single street here is covered by people...some are just the audience and others are among the rising stars of tomorrow.....
The night tournaments officially begin...one ends and the other starts....the streets go wild and it is just like some crowded stadium where people arrive from parts of the world....though it isn't on such a high level, but still the excitement and the enthusiasm is of the hook....on a same street, there would be a match of football going on and the other side you would see cricketers gathering in.....the sight is mesmerizing.....every player feels like a star while viewing the audience...it is just like a dream come true for a while...
I guess this all is cause of the sight of the moon....something crazy happens when the moon rises....as wolves start howling; players start craving for the tournaments.....there is an extra boost in the game at night....the confidence level due to some reason rises and it feels compulsory to be out on the field....
As I said, it is impossible to describe....no matter how much I try, still the edge remains rough....
Tc and do comment....