Granted that my stay at the paradise city was brief. But
that has never stopped me getting all nostalgic about the place. Hyderabad has
been the first place I’ve freaked out to the fullest and came into touch some
of the extremes of enjoyment- nothing illegal I promise you :-D Every other
place I visit, I keep drawing some or the other comparison to it, be it Delhi
or Bangalore.
For starters, you might think I have had good company, which
made my stay there such a memorable one. Yes, I’ve been with a motley, jolly
group. And no, it was not entirely due to the group; the place itself is, I
feel makes you a fun loving person. You don’t group up with people, groups sort
of happen. Hanging out is not occasional and fun, but a part of daily activity.
Got a promotion? Hang out, have a treat. Got relatives visiting? Hang out,
visit a holy place, have a treat. Got a reason to celebrate? Hang out, pick a
place, have a treat. Got bored? Hang out with your gang, have a treat. You
never run out of options to hang out. And the best part is, you’re never out of
ideas or places to go visit.
It is the cultural hub of Andhra, a place to
cherish and always will have a soft corner in my heart. No matter how less
frequently I visit, memories of Paradise junction, late night rides over
Madhapur, early morning irani tea, sneaky rounds around durgam cheruvu, lazy
days at Ramoji and dola-ri-dhani will always be there with me, with a warm
fuzzy feeling of the times I’ve spent with my brother and others. 
