HAPPY RIDE TO HYDERABAD

Hyderabad, The capital of Andhra Pradesh, India and very well known as the City of Pearls  and how adorable the nickname given to this fabulous city and its not the only way to call it as the traditional city carry some other names like the City of Nawabs , the Biryani City and since they are the healthy competitor for Chennai and Bangalore ,it’s also called as Cyberabad. This city values its tradition and its culture and till now it plays the role of the meeting point between the north and south india  but sadly  the city taking its turn towards modernity .
The glory of the city can be very well represented by the historic monuments standing with pride and to name them comes the landmark monument, Charminar. The Charminar is considered as the icon of Hyderabad and Its name literally means  "Four minarets" .Mecca masjid ,the biggest and the oldest mosque in the city whose bricks were made from the soil brought from the holy city of Mecca . Hussain Sagar Lake, The artificial lake is a historical landmark, This forms the boundary between Hyderabad and Secunderabad and various palaces, tombs ,temples ,churches etc.
Sight seeing in this adorable city is something really different from the other cities as nothing can match the Cycle rickshaws ,one of the best way to have a look around the city ,slow and steady with very tales from the rickshaw drivers. As native people of Hyderabad ,they indeed are better than a travel guide where you may not know the true value of the giant structures standing in the city. A good conversation and fresh air will always make the journey refreshing and to be true will save your expenses as you will not get cheated by any anti social devils in the city.
Sadly its true in the happening that cycle rickshaws are replaced by Taxi’s in the name of modernity and it spoils not only the city with pollution but also the livelihood of the native cycle rickshaw drivers and sight seeing will sure turn into an uninteresting event without open air and increased fares .Though the Taxi’s are provided with metered service its really hard for the non locals to make for a metered service and avoid waiting charges .
The traditional vehicles ,the cycle rickshaws are very well decorated and indeed they are charming and they are hundred percent pollution free and better way of healthy transport inside the city. Usually the vehicles are available at cheap fares and its our duty as the good citizens of the country, the state and the pearl city to avoid pollution and to make a healthy environment around and to provide employment opportunities for our brothers who are very much dependent only about their physical power and willing to support us mentally by the traditional tales about the city we must start  using cycle rickshaws and support it for everyone’s well being .
Let us pray for the good and support for the good for the traditional city is the place of rich culture and we have the responsibility to protect its culture and nature which is gods will. Hail Hyderabad.

THE ANGEL OF THE EAST

 It was just another burning day in that hot summer. Mother earth was greedy too for the water on her ground and there was nothing we could see green and the sun was burning red sucking the moisture from the air. The animals and birds became desperate for the blessed rain, their days were dark that the ponds dried and lakes vanished from the face of the earth.
 

In a dark time like this, in the giant oak tree lived a family of little birds. The mother bird become so distraught that she couldn't find any food from her travel towards west and so she charged towards the east to search for any game to feed her wards. The two little baby birds were so worried for their mommy and were a little scared to spend the entire day alone in their abode.
 
By the grace of the god, the elderly owl visited them and offered them to take care of them for that day. The old coot, may be a little blind but the best of the tale tellers in the entire west. Two little birdies were so worried and sad that the old owl took pity for them and volunteered to tell them a tale, a tale of “The angel of the east”.
The old coot began the tale, Bless her, the angel of the east for she is the proud owner of the purest of heart, the one who owned the humblest of souls. Bless her, thy name is Sarah. "What a pretty name it is!", exclaimed the little bird cheerfully. The old coot continued the tale. Sarah, the seventh and the last born of her parents lived in the woods.
 
 
Even though she was a little girl, her wisdom was beyond the ages. Being the part of a very big family, her meals were of minimal quantity. She loved the animals of the woods as her own that she always shared the meals with them. Bless her heart!, she gives away her daily bread some days for she couldn't let her friends perish of hunger. Never once she failed to fill the bowls for the birds with water. The animals and the birds loved her very dearly.

It was the day, god came down to earth to check upon the living. When he entered the east, he heard the sweetest of melodies, the birds were singing. He listened carefully for the words of the song. The song was ,"Bless her, the holy angel of the east. the one with the purest of heart". The god wondered about this mysterious angel of the east and called upon his angels to enquire about it. 

The angels replied, "My lord!, there was no one among us who go by that name". The god became so curious to meet this mysterious person. He decided to go and meet the angel in person disguised as a beggar. When he went there, she was feeding the half of her daily bread to the animals,. Fascinated by that sight, the god tried to test her. Already disguised as a beggar, he went to her and asked her for anything to fill his empty stomach. Sarah gave him the rest of her bread without a second thought.

By now, the god was very much fascinated and left for the heavens. He took the book of angels and with the Pleasant smile wrote down the name Sarah in the book. The next morning Sarah woke up with a pair of beautiful wings and a white glittering gown. She entered the woods with her wings for the first time. The animals and the birds became so happy that their Sarah has really become the angel of the east.

She invited the spring as her first guest as an angel and the hot summer was gone. The woods prospered and everyone lived happily ever after. When the old coot finished the story, It was already sun down and the mother bird had arrived with fresh bread slices
from the angel of the east. The two little birds thanked the angel for their food and the old coot for the wonderful tale they have ever heard. Sarah invited the spring once again and
the happy times began. The end.

                                                                                                        
 
    -THE PINK SCARF

THE PINK SCARF

 

Life is  so much beautiful, if we can see it with the likes of this pink scarf.  We sure can relate our very lives with this woven pink threads, why? because our lives, same like these threads woven together ,we are bound to our kith and kin. The vibrant pink is not natural to this scarf and so are the happiness which we long for in the world we live in. The dye is the ingredient that makes this scarf gay, isn't our lives be happy and gay if we find our dye?. Is it so hard to find the recipe for happiness? Ah! even I know that's not true. This little scarf on the whole is sweet, perfect and rich but is it really? No, the complexity in the making of this little scarf is so complex that it hurts my head. likewise our lives has ups and downs, if we are to overcome everything with a bold face then our lives could be perfect and pretty, if not at least smooth.


Is getting happiness enough in this world? No, It is  keeping the happiness you earned as long you grace your presence in this world. Our time in this world is too short, Lets spread the happiness and live a happy life.

‎"IF YOU FEEL,THE PERSON WHO LOVES YOU IS HOLDING YOU AGAINST YOUR SUCCESS IN THE RACE  THEN CARRY HIM ALONG TO WIN THE RACE"

-The pink scarf



Be happy everyone...