A Chance Encounter with a Hot Hyderabadi Babe

Having seen quite a lot and kinda gotten used to a whole lot of tam, mall and kannadiga babes, I recently got an opportunity to go to Hyderabad and therefore hoping to meet an ultra hot hyderabadi babe (HHB) - the svelte Shreya's slick dance moves no doubt fuelling this interest!!

A quick scan of the reservation list of the Rajdhani express revealed quite a few girls around my seat. Surprising since I never had the luck to get a coupe with atleast one girl (guess someone from the middle east is praying a little too hard ;))

Sure enough there were cute girls.. but no HHB. The same mall, tam and northies. Anyway am not one to be too finicky. Something is always better than nothing. Hardly had I settled in and took in my surroundings when the PYT (Pretty young thing) spoke to me. Wow! Things were moving pretty fast. But she only wanted me to exchange my seat with that of her friends (bulky Hrithik Roshan types). Well I was never lucky so resigned myself to spending the night in my usual non-babe surroundings.But maybe Hyderabad would prove lucky. I was an optimist.

The purpose of this Hyd visit was my friends wedding. So chances seemed high.. but again no such luck. A typical Andhra brahmin wedding with many senior folks and it was scheduled to start only at 8 PM and go on till 4 AM. Having an early morning flight and my friend being pretty ok if I did not stay for the wedding as long as I had given him the gifts, I bid my farewell and left for my cousin's house.

In Hyd,time taken between 2 points is conveyed in hours - not minutes. Ask the driver how long to the airport and he says more than an hour. My cousin's house - one and half hours. The station - half an hour. Everything is so damn far you wonder if H'bad was the biggest city in India. The sign posts however convey a different picture. They announce its only 10 kms to the airport and you realise you have travelled more than 15 kms before the control tower materialises on the horizon.

Maybe the city fathers of Bangalore would do well to replicate the same strategy when the new airport becomes operational here. Would silence the opposition. But we are digressing here.

So at my cousin's for the night and interesting discussions with my 3 year old nephew which went something like this:

He: can I eat the chocolates now?
Me: No you already had enough. Your teeth will get spoilt
He: Then why did you get chocolates that spoil the teeth
Me: ?!?!?!

Early morning my cousin drove me the 40 odd kilometers to the airport. (As per the H'bad corporation its only 20 kms). Reached just in time but the airport was quite nice. No big queues and was in the intra airport transer coach in 15 minutes and it was then that I saw her - the HHB - the Hot Hyderabadi Babe just when I was leaving H'bad.

The coach had been waiting for me as I ran the last few yards and she regarded me cooly as I made such a dashing (!?!?) entrance. The coach started. She was still looking at me. Cute with expressive eyes (man am a sucker for eyes). I looked back at her. A hint of a smile. She raised her eyebrows at me - that was so damn cute - as if asking me if I was upto the challenge. I smiled back (which I sincerly hope was ultra cool). She did seem impressed but that damn coach reached the plane and put an end to this lovely scene enacted out on a bus moving across the vast expanses of the new airport with the sun just making its golden appearance to provide the perfect backdrop.

Her seat was with her parents somewhere out in the front and me at the back. Again unlucky. By the way I never got to sit next to girls in flights too. Most of the time it would be with 2 other hefty men which would leave me squashed like a tinned sardine in a can.

An hour later in Bangalore airport, I pushed my way to the front but she was out and running across the tarmac. It took some time for her mom to catch her and carry her inside the "arrival" lounge. She had quite a lot of spunk for a 3 year old!

I did say hot hyderabadi "babe" right..!!