My 128th Post: Hydians (People of Hyderabad)

Hyderabad nests people of different casts, race and nationality even but there is one thing in common which unites their attributes, their hospitality to the people who are living besides them or are our guests....people might seem rough and tough on the outside but they are soft hearted if you share an experience with them.....once a hydian likes and respects you, you would become the center of their world.....this city is a treasure chest filled with great friends who would do anything for you at any time of the day not because they want something in return, just because you spent time with them and shared a laugh or two....

People are usually seen fighting to be the first one to leave but here if you ask someone politely, that someone would stop each and everyone just to let you pass.....they are good by heart and they know how to love and respect others.....hydians simply help others just for the sake of a smile on that someone’s face.....call for help and people would line up at your service.....here people try not to lose a chance of providing a helping hand....a rickshaw would be seen pushed by some random biker, an old man’s cart being pushed by some random youngster despite his status, some kids in the street would be caught carrying groceries for a random lady or the least, some strangers shouting out to a biker to lift his stand.....hydians are the type who would stop their work to help you out and if required, would ask another hydian for advice just to get you the best results....

There are some who are the opposite of what is written here but they are in minority....if you haven’t had the best experience then your luck led you to the minority....give hydians another try and you would will to be a part of our world....hydians are not the best, but they are worth falling for....

My 70th Post: The City Hyderabad, Pakistan

When one is asked to write about his/her city, it mostly starts off with a phrase: "The City of Dreams". Can every city have that title tagged along in its description? I guess, it can. It is the city of dreams because the writer is mesmerized by its beauty and when he/she starts to describe it, the flawless beauty eves upon the screen of the readers.
'My city Hyderabad'. Somehow I have this proud feeling when I call it mine because I believe in the fact that no matter how rough it is around the edges, it still is a gold mine. I can't decide what is special in it, the people, the lights, the excitement or that beautiful sky above our heads. Everything seems to add up to the recipe for making it one of a kind.

With each new morning, the Hydrabadis set out with an aim to make a name of their city. From a honker who sells vegetables door to door, to a Wadera who sets his foot in his Prado and heads off to his lands. Each and every citizen residing in this average sized city works hard to make the city proud. If you think you are doing nothing, then you are mistaken. Each and everyone is playing his/her part. It just depends upon the kind of talent one has. From a craftsman to a footballer, each and everyone is important because when all stand together, they shape up Hyderabad.
The outsiders are well aware of our talents and that is why they rarely question us upon that. The thing I get questioned upon mostly is that Hyderabad has very few places to roam around and enjoy. I don't argue with them, instead I just wake up one morning and take them on a tour. Though it is impossible to mark each and every place, I still try my level best. From Shahi Bazar to Kacha Qila, the expressions are worth capturing. Their face brights up with each new road as if they were watching Indiana Jones. Through out the journey, there are different screen plays which would amuse them and with each new act, the love for the city would increase. As the night falls, I change my route from the hectic life of the city towards the party life. Places like La Moosh, Breeze Point or Subhan-Allah Restaurant are the toppings for the night.
For all the criticizers, I would just place a question that which city is perfect? Yes, I agree that there are sewage, electricity and road problems here in Hyderabad but everybody is trying his/her best to cope up with them and live in a better manner. If some Hyderabadi is complaining, it doesn't means that he/she hates the city instead it clearifies that someone wants answers from the government. I can bet if the local citizens are given the hold of this city, we can make it better over nights. This ain't the proud me speaking, it is the spirit in me, in a Hyderabadi which is waging this bet.
After reading this, if you still don't have what it takes to respect my city then my dear friend, we aren't in need for such a respect but still we would respect your city because we are Hyderabadis but over that, we are Pakistanis.
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My 40th Post: Blame Game

Doing something is really easy...you just have to choose what you have to do and then make up your mind to do it....if the thing goes well, then it awaits some applause but if it goes wrong, then you can save yourself easily by blaming someone....that is how things work but that is what I am against....that is not the way people should live on....blaming someone is not the answer to your failure.....if you blame someone just because you couldn't do it then it shows how low graded you may be....
There is a thing in my mind and I know I can do it....instead of going through the plan, I give it a try.....I fall badly on my face....the act was a disaster...instead of realizing my fault, I simply blame my parents or someone else that they could have stopped me....is that the right thing to do? am I that blind that I don't see where I went wrong? I should have thought over it properly instead of rushing to the scene of action.....that would be completely my fault....even if someone would have advised me, I would have gone with what I wanted to do...and if I had agreed to someone who would have told me to quit the idea and then I came to know that it was one brilliant idea but there is no more time to carry it on, I would still be blaming because I didn't do it just because of that someone...
Why don't we rely just on our thinking? talking to someone and hearing their advise doesn't means that we have to follow it on any cost...that just means that we are trying to pick a safe corner before doing something....still we are the ones to take the decision not them....we are the ones to be blamed, not them....we have enough capability to see the outcome of our decision.....so what if it went wrong, we should be strong enough to stand by it instead of telling the crowd that it was his idea not mine...I didn't want to do this, he insisted....now that is simply a sign of a coward....if you blame people just because you did what they advised you to do, then I hope you have enough confidence to step up to the world as a coward....
Be fair guys....if you don't have the guts of doing something, then don't do it rather than killing someone's respect....blaming someone has one worst result, you would never be trusted by the person whom you blamed even if that someone was your best-friend...that someone had to go through rough comments and face shame just because you told everyone that you are the innocent one sitting in between....don't ruin the sails and drown the ship specially when saving a name after something so little....and if you have already blamed someone, then try to fix things by accepting the fall rather than supporting your false statement....you still have time to do the right thing but remember, if you blamed in public, then clear the things in the same crowd....
Learn to preserve things specially relations....if you blame someone in order to make a new relation or save an other, you are truly making a mistake....there are other ways to do things....to break something in order to gain an other still leaves you with a single thing in hand....understand it, its simple math people...so stop blaming and try to be honest with everyone, that would earn you respect and trust....
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