30-1/feb hyderabad & the eagles
We arrived at secunderabad, twin city of hyderabad, called as well cyber-abad, because is the hightech capital of india, together with bangalore. We found a very nice room, clean, with towels, telephone, tv, window, in the center... for RS230, RS115 each (2 euro). Today I discovered the price I'm paying for the rupees. 1 euro = Rs 56.
After leaving our bags, a muslim prayer through the loud speakers.
After eating and internet, I went for a walk. I sat down on a shoping mall stairs, and started observing at people. This place is supposed to be in the very center of hyderabad, and it's very very crowded. The reason to come here, was because hyderabad is a kind of muslim capital. 50% hindus, 30% muslims, and the rest christians, sihks, and jains. And here again, this mix of people seem to live togethewr in total harmony. So streets here are full of colors as well, because of the huindu sarees, but there's a big difference. A big counterpoint. A lot of women, all the muslims, are wearing burcas, and their dresses are absolutely black. The blackest black. And I wasn't used to that. You can only see their eyes. A part from the hindu and muslim women, there are also girls dressing like in europe. More than in all the other cities I've been in india together. People look at me (as a foreigner) much less, and no one has came to talk to me, for the moment. You can breath 'city' in these streets. 5,5 milion people, sharing 2 cities. Cars are also different. Here is not like kolkata, you can see normal small cars, not only those huge old fashioned cars. There are 2 floor buses, like in london, cyclerickshaws,and autorickshaws. Red lights, a lot of motorbikes...(I'm comparing everything with kolkata, since is my first reference as a big city) I still han’t seen a single beggar, nor people living in the street. No slums, no desfigured people…
I know is a very partial vision of the city, since I’ve been only in a very small area, but was shoking.
In front of the stairs where I was sitting, there was a guy (20 to 22 years old), working. He was supposed to organize the parking, allowing or not people to get into the garage. But everyone was ingnoring him totally. He was invisible!!!. And he was very angry!!! But kept on trying it for at least 2 hours, the time I was there. He was very funny. And indians are very good when is time to dissimulate. When they have to give you the change after paying, or when they try to avoid a long queue, or here with him.
The noise here is as everywhere in india, untirable, and loud.
Today I was told that hindu girls wear their first saree after havinbg the first period. ‘When they became woman’.
After all that, I had dinner with zac, and on our way, we met a guy (22 years old) that started talking to me. After a while to zac as well, and then already asking if I wanted to be his friend. He suggested a restaurant and came with us. He was not hungry, he said. When the food was there, he started taking from each dish, and not making any sign to have the intention to pay. Well, c’est la vie!
The day after, we met a group of indian guys in a supermarket, and we decided to meet them the day after, because after the supermarket, we were meeting avi, an israeli man (35 to 40 years old). We decided to go to the golconda fort, first city in hyderabad, with 3 lines of walls, and a temple and a mosque on the top of the mountain. It was a very nice day, with avi and zac, walking in that fort, but talking about israel, palestina…
We finally met the 5 guys. They call themselves the eagles. They look wealthy people, they study, their parents are militars, well dressed… We decided to go to charminar, in the old center area of hyderabad, a muslim neighbourhood. There we saw the mecca masjd, the biggest mosque in hyderabad, allowing 10000 worshipers to pray at the same time. We joke d with them, and talked about differences between ‘our home’ and ‘their home’, about relationships with girls, about sex, traditions, relation with parents, things to do on the freetiome… It was nice and funny. They all were 18 and 22 years old. Raju was muslim, and the sexy character of the group. Santos, and the rest, was hindu, and he was the tallest and more introvert of the group. Maden and Manoj were brothers, and manoj was the funny one, with the darkest skin and whitest teeth and eyes. And Kirty, that was the older, and the most mature of the group. They all were asking us all the time if we were ok, anmd if we were having fun. We had lunch in a miltiplex cinema theater, and decided to go to a bar, and drink a few beers. We spent a very nice time with them, and the bill was 800 rupees (we use to spend 50 rupees for meal). When the bill was about to come, all they dissapeared. I went out And catch 3, when 2 more were already 10 meter from the bar. They said they expected us to pay because we are rich foreigners. And I don’t understand why they were leaving. They were ’our friends’, and ordered the most expensive beers of the bar, and when we arer about to leave, 3 more chicken birjani… Well, it wasn’t that nice because they said that they didn’t have enough money… 2, 2 nights cheated by young indians…
They gave us a bracelet, with a seed called rubratx. I don’t really know how to write that. People say that shiva, the god, had some powers coming from this seed, and that if human have that, they get spiritual power.
A part from that we tasted the pan, a kind of tobacco without tobacco. A leaf with many different things inside, quite sweat.
4/4/05
After leaving our bags, a muslim prayer through the loud speakers.
After eating and internet, I went for a walk. I sat down on a shoping mall stairs, and started observing at people. This place is supposed to be in the very center of hyderabad, and it's very very crowded. The reason to come here, was because hyderabad is a kind of muslim capital. 50% hindus, 30% muslims, and the rest christians, sihks, and jains. And here again, this mix of people seem to live togethewr in total harmony. So streets here are full of colors as well, because of the huindu sarees, but there's a big difference. A big counterpoint. A lot of women, all the muslims, are wearing burcas, and their dresses are absolutely black. The blackest black. And I wasn't used to that. You can only see their eyes. A part from the hindu and muslim women, there are also girls dressing like in europe. More than in all the other cities I've been in india together. People look at me (as a foreigner) much less, and no one has came to talk to me, for the moment. You can breath 'city' in these streets. 5,5 milion people, sharing 2 cities. Cars are also different. Here is not like kolkata, you can see normal small cars, not only those huge old fashioned cars. There are 2 floor buses, like in london, cyclerickshaws,and autorickshaws. Red lights, a lot of motorbikes...(I'm comparing everything with kolkata, since is my first reference as a big city) I still han’t seen a single beggar, nor people living in the street. No slums, no desfigured people…
I know is a very partial vision of the city, since I’ve been only in a very small area, but was shoking.
In front of the stairs where I was sitting, there was a guy (20 to 22 years old), working. He was supposed to organize the parking, allowing or not people to get into the garage. But everyone was ingnoring him totally. He was invisible!!!. And he was very angry!!! But kept on trying it for at least 2 hours, the time I was there. He was very funny. And indians are very good when is time to dissimulate. When they have to give you the change after paying, or when they try to avoid a long queue, or here with him.
The noise here is as everywhere in india, untirable, and loud.
Today I was told that hindu girls wear their first saree after havinbg the first period. ‘When they became woman’.
After all that, I had dinner with zac, and on our way, we met a guy (22 years old) that started talking to me. After a while to zac as well, and then already asking if I wanted to be his friend. He suggested a restaurant and came with us. He was not hungry, he said. When the food was there, he started taking from each dish, and not making any sign to have the intention to pay. Well, c’est la vie!
The day after, we met a group of indian guys in a supermarket, and we decided to meet them the day after, because after the supermarket, we were meeting avi, an israeli man (35 to 40 years old). We decided to go to the golconda fort, first city in hyderabad, with 3 lines of walls, and a temple and a mosque on the top of the mountain. It was a very nice day, with avi and zac, walking in that fort, but talking about israel, palestina…
We finally met the 5 guys. They call themselves the eagles. They look wealthy people, they study, their parents are militars, well dressed… We decided to go to charminar, in the old center area of hyderabad, a muslim neighbourhood. There we saw the mecca masjd, the biggest mosque in hyderabad, allowing 10000 worshipers to pray at the same time. We joke d with them, and talked about differences between ‘our home’ and ‘their home’, about relationships with girls, about sex, traditions, relation with parents, things to do on the freetiome… It was nice and funny. They all were 18 and 22 years old. Raju was muslim, and the sexy character of the group. Santos, and the rest, was hindu, and he was the tallest and more introvert of the group. Maden and Manoj were brothers, and manoj was the funny one, with the darkest skin and whitest teeth and eyes. And Kirty, that was the older, and the most mature of the group. They all were asking us all the time if we were ok, anmd if we were having fun. We had lunch in a miltiplex cinema theater, and decided to go to a bar, and drink a few beers. We spent a very nice time with them, and the bill was 800 rupees (we use to spend 50 rupees for meal). When the bill was about to come, all they dissapeared. I went out And catch 3, when 2 more were already 10 meter from the bar. They said they expected us to pay because we are rich foreigners. And I don’t understand why they were leaving. They were ’our friends’, and ordered the most expensive beers of the bar, and when we arer about to leave, 3 more chicken birjani… Well, it wasn’t that nice because they said that they didn’t have enough money… 2, 2 nights cheated by young indians…
They gave us a bracelet, with a seed called rubratx. I don’t really know how to write that. People say that shiva, the god, had some powers coming from this seed, and that if human have that, they get spiritual power.
A part from that we tasted the pan, a kind of tobacco without tobacco. A leaf with many different things inside, quite sweat.
4/4/05
posted by Unknown at 18:31
1 Comments:
hola rei: Com estás? Veig pels escrits que cada día mes encantat amb India. Aixi que cap problema amb compartir l´habitació amb un ratolí i un llegardaix... Per cert baldufa es diu spinnig top (segons el diccionari), peró si quan eres petit en sabies molt.. Si que es heavy el final de la ciutat de l´alegría peró es molt bó. Ara tinc ganes de llegir el que va escriure després "mas grandes que el amor".
Que espabilats en Raju, Santos, Maden i Monoj! Suposo que les necessitats obligan..(peró ara tens el bracalet de Shiva). Quin riure el pobre del parking que ningú li feia cas..
Quin luxe estar en un lloc net, amb tovalloles, telef. i...finestres. Be rei aquí estem de plé en carnavals i l´Elisabet va sortir ahir a la rua. Molt bé. I avui vaig a l´embelat a veure-la. Petons molt grossos. Mum.
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