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I, like many others who joined my company was a fresher. Straight out of college, and college hostel – which implies a lot of things. Craving good food, eyes going gol gol at the perspective of some freedom and extra money to spare, etc are a few to mention. My excitement after boarding an aero plane the first time, had not dyed down and here I was, in a plush, cottage looking, cozy Guesthouse, filled with the smartest, young people from all over the country! I reached the guest house late at night, and did not get to meet anyone that day, but I was delighted to see the whole, big room which was for myself! Ahhh! Life had just taken me for an expensive treat!


The room was great… it had a super soft, tempting mattress and pillows, AC, spacious cupboards, phone extension, amazing bathroom which I’ve only seen in TV ads, fooood at my beck and call -  anytime of the day, LG flatron TV and connection with a zillion channels with amazing clarity! The only, slightly tough part was that I had to skip for a long time to locate a mallu channel of my liking! 


I had reached on a Friday night, and so had an entire weekend to get a feel of what it’s like to be in Hyderabad and the guest house, for starters. My first night with Hyderabad wasn’t very exciting as we just got to know each other, but with the assurance and hope that we’ll acquaint with each other better with time and love as well, I went to bed. 


At the breakfast table, newspaper corner, TT court and common TV room, I got to know of the other inmates, who were to join with me. Uhh! How can I forget the terrace! This is from where we got our second – bird’s eye view of Hyd ( the first was from the flight and it sucked big time – just brown coloured squares with occasional colour collogued patches! ) and felt that the city ain’t that bad… though what we felt is that it’s a city of extremes… You have multi-storied plush buildings on either side of the roads and slums in between them! The middle class sect were not to be seen anywhere… and that was where I belonged, back in my home state... 


Amidst all the comforts, I could feel getting pushed to the upper stratum of the society... May be this is what is called 'moving up the ladder' and this is how you feel when you are in the process!