People

You cannot miss people, not in Hyderabad. They are just everywhere. The streets are filled with vehicles, the movies with the crowds, the restaurants with the epicureans, and of course our life. People are just too hard to miss and just to easy otherwise. The fine line that keeps one satisfied where the communication is considered ideal, yet the stroke of ego is not played is the prime cat-fight.

It is very interesting to see people behave in situations adverse to them. A conductor in a bus today, cut a ticket of six rupees to a gentleman whose destination, according to himself, was just five rupees. Enraged, he requested the conductor in his own tone to give him back the rupee. The conductor nodded, all the while slowly traversing towards the front, till he eventually, hid himself in the thick crowd of females who would detest men to walk into "their territory". The dejected man waited for long enough. The conductor strode back to the end of the bus with unusual ferocity and frantically shouted for people to buy tickets as a checking could follow. Our man again requested him the same. The conductor replied with "The pride on your nose and your face shows. Crying for three rupees!!!Hmmph".And he went on with the pride thing for a while until the other man discovered that "the conductor's brain slipped into his feet". After a long voice with gradually raising voices, the conductor relented but not without a final rapid exchange of language best described entertaining for the onlooker.


The onlooker looks on as people take their strides, their prides and their brides and coast along the moving tides.