Hi,
This was forwarded by a friend of mine.
Very interesting.
Now Hyderabadis need to tell if this is true.
Your address reads as 23-404-32/67A-43 (New MCH number 56-678/4A/B-22), while you actually live in the second house beside Zamzam Cafe in the lane behind Anand Theatre on SP Road.
You end up buying only a salwar kameez, whether it is a theatre workshop, food mela, consumer expo, designer jewellery show, science show, or an automobile convention.
Your street has at least one roadside mobile hotel that serves Chinese delicacies such as "Vegetable soft needles," "Navrotten Kurma," "Chicken Manchewurea," or "American Chompsee" besides chat and cutlet varieties.
You mingle with everyone around from whatever region he may be and make him a friend in no time.
You can speak Telugu, Hindi, Urdu (some people), and English fluently.
You are so passionate about working in another country, especially in the US; you go crazy and try very hard to get into the US.
You hang out at Necklace Road or Tank Bund at least once a week.
You have at least one Srinivas, Prasad, Raju, Rao, or Venkatesh within six square feet, or you have at least one cousin, friend, colleague, or acquaintance with these names.
You have at least one cousin, friend, colleague, or acquaintance in the US in software.
Every time somebody gives you a piece of good news, the first thing you ask them is "Party kab hain?" / "Party eppudura?"
You refer to any past as "parso," be it yesterday or long before three hundred years.
You are interested in the real estate biz and always look to buy some land or real assets.
And it doesn't matter where in the Gulf/Middle East you are leaving, you always say you are going to "Dubai." (I know of one family who still keeps telling everyone their son is in "uno Dubai mein hai" but he is physically in Yemen for the past 5 years).
You end up watching every movie you come across and end up saying, "Oh! that was good, but it could be better if it was made that way."
You look at the fixed price stand and still ask "dene ka bolo."
You eat Paradise Biryani or Bawarchi Biryani at least once a month.
You can say the typical "Light teesukora" and be cool without analyzing what the situation is.
You can hang out in an Irani cafe the whole day after ordering one cup of tea and an empty saucer for yourself and your dear friend, and you chat like that's the last day with each other.
You are reading this and secretly admitting that you are, after all, a true-blue Hyderabadi. You know one thing... Once a Hyderabadi, always a Hyderabadi...
This was forwarded by a friend of mine.
Very interesting.
Now Hyderabadis need to tell if this is true.
Your address reads as 23-404-32/67A-43 (New MCH number 56-678/4A/B-22), while you actually live in the second house beside Zamzam Cafe in the lane behind Anand Theatre on SP Road.
You end up buying only a salwar kameez, whether it is a theatre workshop, food mela, consumer expo, designer jewellery show, science show, or an automobile convention.
Your street has at least one roadside mobile hotel that serves Chinese delicacies such as "Vegetable soft needles," "Navrotten Kurma," "Chicken Manchewurea," or "American Chompsee" besides chat and cutlet varieties.
You mingle with everyone around from whatever region he may be and make him a friend in no time.
You can speak Telugu, Hindi, Urdu (some people), and English fluently.
You are so passionate about working in another country, especially in the US; you go crazy and try very hard to get into the US.
You hang out at Necklace Road or Tank Bund at least once a week.
You have at least one Srinivas, Prasad, Raju, Rao, or Venkatesh within six square feet, or you have at least one cousin, friend, colleague, or acquaintance with these names.
You have at least one cousin, friend, colleague, or acquaintance in the US in software.
Every time somebody gives you a piece of good news, the first thing you ask them is "Party kab hain?" / "Party eppudura?"
You refer to any past as "parso," be it yesterday or long before three hundred years.
You are interested in the real estate biz and always look to buy some land or real assets.
And it doesn't matter where in the Gulf/Middle East you are leaving, you always say you are going to "Dubai." (I know of one family who still keeps telling everyone their son is in "uno Dubai mein hai" but he is physically in Yemen for the past 5 years).
You end up watching every movie you come across and end up saying, "Oh! that was good, but it could be better if it was made that way."
You look at the fixed price stand and still ask "dene ka bolo."
You eat Paradise Biryani or Bawarchi Biryani at least once a month.
You can say the typical "Light teesukora" and be cool without analyzing what the situation is.
You can hang out in an Irani cafe the whole day after ordering one cup of tea and an empty saucer for yourself and your dear friend, and you chat like that's the last day with each other.
You are reading this and secretly admitting that you are, after all, a true-blue Hyderabadi. You know one thing... Once a Hyderabadi, always a Hyderabadi...