The Charminar is the most iconic building in Hyderabad, India. Multiple images of the monument had made me immune to its charms till a recent “Heritage Walk” that I participated in, which started at Charminar.
Charminar literally means “Four Minarets/Towers”. The four minarets support the four grand arches and the dome. The four arches converge in a very symmetric design into 8 interior arches which converge into a 32 sided polygon supporting the domed arch – making it the perfect subject for this week’s photo-challenge.
Converged arches facing the cardinal directions
Internal Convergence of the arches
All Arches converge into circular domed roof
P.S.: More details on the Heritage Walk coming up soon!
The first time we were going for vacation after marriage.
Last minute checks in the house before hurrying to the cab:
A: Have you checked all the switches?
HD: (Mentally busy ticking off the check-list of all lotions and potions to be carried.) Yup!
A: Why don’t we just shut of the mains? Wonder why people don’t do that?
HD: (Dubiously and in a hurry to be off) Hmmm yah sure!
In the Cab:
A: Did you switch of the gas?
A: The iron?
HD: (Exasperated) Yes! I switched off everything except the fridge! And anyway it doesn’t matter cause you switched off the mains.
P.S.: The vegetation that can flourish in an enclosed humid space, within a week was a study in itself.
P.P.S.: We have considerably improved our house keeping skills since that first time, the latest exploit being as innocuous as the tripping of the electricity mains by leaving the immersion water heater on after taking it out of the water. There was a power cut at the time of taking it out of the water – could have happened to anybody!
Sis lives in a first floor apartment, which has a grilled (as in enclosed by a metal grill and not as in roasted) balcony adjacent to the kitchen. This space holds her washing machine, and laundry, whenever she decides to ‘use’ the washing machine.
As in all modern apartments, for maximum utilization of the (sparsely) available space the door separating the kitchen and the balcony was a sliding door. The door in sis’s apartment however had a quirk – its latch wouldn’t fall and it was not possible to lock the door. Mother had made several attempts to coerce the door shut – and failed miserably.
The other day sis was having guests at home and decided that her balcony needed cleaning. She walked out into the balcony and nonchalantly slid the door shut.
“Click” – the latch fell in place and the door locked – leaving sis in the balcony with no phone in hand and nobody in the house!
Being full of resourcefulness born from her highly educative experiences, she decided to take the help of the security guard of the building. Yelling at the top of her voice she managed to get his attention, and using the same mode of communication explained her plight. After hatching various plans like breaking down the door, calling family from the other end of town etc. they finally decided and managed to get a lock-smith to come and get the front door and the balcony door open – all with the accompanied background score of the housekeeping staff laughing their heads off.
Sis maintains that somebody jinxed the door on purpose – it still doesn’t shut properly from the inside and she hasn’t dared to try it again from the outside.