Biryani is to Hyderabad what foie gras is to the French - a near-orgasmic experience that can never be taken for granted. The good news for gourmets and gourmands is that the famous Paradise Biryani is now available at the spanking new airport, ready to travel long or short distances, in neat vaccum-sealed containers that keep the heat and flavours sealed in for hours! Priya, the pr girl (with the largest and most sparkling irises I've ever seen on a human), was kind enough to book the treat for me, well in time to catch my evening flight home. The new airport is seriously AMAZING. I mean, it is WOW and how!! Even as I was gasping and pinching myself while muttering, " Am I really in India?" iI spotted Kamalhassan greeting fans like a visiting emperor. Well, given the thanda response to Dashavataram, where the megalomaniac plays multiple roles ( like a schoolboy in a fancy dress contest), Kamal should have been bashful, not boastful. But that's the guy. And God help us.
I concentrated on the biryani and mirchi ka salan. The flight was late and bumpy. Had I allowed my mind to wander from the biryani, i would have been nervous. An Israeli defence consultant (spy!!), on the next seat was getting annoyingly chatty. And worse - receiving text messages in the sky! Didn't he hear the announcements asking passengers to switch off their mobile phones before take off? He breezily told me to relax - "you only die once," he added by way of reassurance. There were vile thoughts raging in my head about the varied uses of mirchi-ka-salan at that point.Then I figured, why waste the salan on this turkey? More tonite. Inshallah.