Parachuting into Paradise

Thursday, close to midnight, 20,000 ft

“Parachute or Marico”, I wondered, as I sat in Go Air’s flight from Chennai to Hyderabad. “Probably Parachute”, I felt. “The bouquet and aroma seem to rule out Marico”. Then the person sitting in front of me, reclined his seat. “Parachute confirmed”, I concluded. No self respecting south Indian can mistake the aroma of that venerable brand of coconut oil. But this self respecting south Indian would also like to avoid airlines such as Go Air in the future, as long as they continue to keep the distance between 2 seats close enough to smell the hair oil on the person seated in front.

Go Air, please let me breathe. Till that, I christen thee thus (click on image to see larger version)

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Friday, close to a dazed boredom, near General Bazaar

The plan, was to visit the Jagdish and Kamla Mittal museum of Indian art, but since they were closed, I was subtly cajoled into accompanying two women to General Bazaar for shopping. It was all a haze of Aiye ji madam ji. Kya range mein chhahiye aapko? Aur colours dikhayiye. Aur patterns dikhahiye.

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While these mesmerizing, hypnotizing “Show me everything, although I am very unlikely to buy any” rituals were going on, I decided to take a general walk down..um..er, it’s a transferred epithet, bazaar. I found shops with interesting and thought provoking signs, such as

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and interesting flavours,

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The shopping mercifully came to an end when the thought of the 15 kg weight limit while flying back to Chennai hit home.

Friday Noon, Paradise

Legend has it that a Persian poet once described the Peacock throne thus – “If there be paradise on earth, it is here, it is here, it is here”. But if they serve Biriyani in that paradise (and no paradise is worth living in if they don’t serve biriyani), it is in Secunderabad, it is in Secunderabad, it is in Secunderabad. Trust me. Timur the lame, the man who is said to have introduced this dish to the subcontinent, would have relished the biriyani served at Paradise, Secunderabad. He would have also added – “Oka Khubani ka Meetha kaavaali. Adi tharavaatha, Billu”

Our friendly driver Feroze, also informed me that the word Biriyani is synonymous with the mutton variety. As far as he was concerned, any other variety was bordering on blasphemy.

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  1. Oiled hair is so outdated…

    And I must agree that biryani means mutton biryani. Chicken biryani is rubbish.

    Hold on a minute, I thought you were vegetarian…

  2. There was a friend of mine who researched that dalda was as good as any hair gel to maintain that perfect spike.

    Btw, one of your friends coaxed me to peek into your blog and I must admit, its slowly got into my daily read list ever since 🙂

  3. Clarissa,
    Thank you. I will.

    Marc,
    I am vegetarian. I only eat vegetarians.

    Preeth,
    Thank you. But Chennai summer + dalda in hair = Fried Hakka Noodles

    Karthik,
    Go Air uses a Hexagonal Close Packing structure to cram in more passengers per square inch. The only place on earth where Neutron star like densities are achieved is Ranganathan Street in T Nagar.

  4. I am not sure he said that about the Peacock throne.

    “Legend has it that upon visiting the Valley of Kashmir, Jehangir was moved to such ecstasy by its beauty that he exclaimed: “If there is a Paradise on earth, it is here, it is here, it is here.” “

  5. Tobacconist,
    I am reasonably sure my class 10 history textbook claimed that this was said to describe the peacock throne, but then 🙂 it was NCERT. So they could have been wrong.

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