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You are me....I am You....We are the Universe...We are the trees, the insects, the animals.....We are Our Enemies...We are Our Hatred....We are the Love...Love thyself....You will love the Universe....Hate yourself....and you will discern that you are the most hated..!!

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Golconda Fort

hi there....we're just now back home from Golconda Fort...it was simply splendid...a great  experience...climbing 360 steps....phew..!! the fort spoke many unspoken words...of victory...bloodshed...peace...fanaticism...prosperity...and tranquility...it outlined the great valor of the Nizams...as also their efficacy in building Hyderabad...their management...of people and power...today, the fort is just a conglomeration of stones...nevertheless, it scrapes the sky with all the glory...the Andhra Pradesh govt. is accountable for its maintenance...
In the fort..myriad tourists were quenching their thirst of the historic cassata...our guide instilled life into the 10th century fort...his vivid description made the characters of the story so very alive and elegant...the story was being weaved before us..with all its myriad hues and shades...and we just drowned into the impeccable sojourn...
as a fillip to the trip, there was a sound and light narration in the fort...succinctly putting on the table...the Nizams' glorious history...it was a sublime experience...the zephyr of the Nizams' Hyderabad blew past us...in the YSR's neo-Hyderabad...where not a drop of Golconda has remained....where life is fast moving...and where the cup is empty even before the drinker has quenched his thirst...
life in hyderabad has changed...in the course of our travel through the massive fort, our guide pointed to a place where diamonds used to be sold...
now..there is a place where...in fact many places in and around the fort....where the corpse of the Constitution of India - the Paramount Parchment...lies....rotten...where the enactments, rules and regulations of the Indian Legislature do not exist...this, i say....because no goods are sold at the M.R.P. rate...this, is very obvious...for the average Indian...but why should it be so obvious? So obvious...that the Taxation Act should seem Utopian  or alien? Weren't the law makers  Indian? In the fort premises, unable to contain my hunger, I went to a stall to buy some chips and biscuits...the total M.R.P. rate added up to Rs. 38...the shop keeper asked for Rs. 45... I questioned the illegal increase...(if it can be called illegal....because legal/law is the society)..he blurted out...lena ho toh lo...warna chod do...i could not say anything...i dont know why...i conceded...
the point to be noted here is...he reasoned out the extra money as the labor charges...i spoke about this to my brother-in-law...he narrated his experience at Tirupati...where a group of letters as M.R.P. does not exist...
after much pondering over the issue...i felt that if it is for the labor charges..it  is fine to give some xtra bucks.. but it is not legal...thus...though it is moral...the rule of the land does not allow it...but does legality always include morality? I am yet to find an answer...
Coming back to the Fort premises... very few (in fact only few) dustbins were found in the entire 10 km circumference fort premises... the tourists had no option but to throw the filth helter-skelter...(Indians we are..)...
on the whole...inspite of the little blemishes...the trip to Golconda was worth all our sweating brows...thee tiresome journey up the labyrinthine flight of stairs...and of course...the extra Rs. 7 too..

Technical facts that I learnt:

  • Banjara Hills is named after the Banjara court dancers who lived in that area.
  • Hyderabad is named after one of the Queens' names.
  • P.V.Narasimha Rao Expressway is India's longest flyover with 13.5 km. It starts at Mehdipatnam.
  • Golconda fort was diamond studded. The area was first ruled by the Kakatiyas and the Yadavs...then Aurangzeb conquered it.

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