There must be a god of silk somewhere; it's that exquisite a fabric. The city indulges your religious love for silk this week, along with your fancies for designer jewellery, footwear, and other things so ethnic, you can almost smell the desh bhakti.
While Bollywood's magnetic charm calls forth like a sequinned retro siren, karaoke machines stand awaiting the amateur singer who aspires to be the next rock god/goddess. Yeah, Wednesday nights are that exciting around here.
Hyderabad's playing tribute to 100 years of Indian cinema this Tuesday. Warms the cockles of our heart to think of all that stuffing of vintage. And there are jazz workshops and cadlelight diners to boot.
If ever you woke up in the morning with a desire to watch melancholic Guru Dutt movies, then Monday is your day. If you tend towards art shows, burgers, rock parties and cricket, then too, Monday is your day.
All these "Desi Girl" nights and "Bollywood" nights in pubs make us wonder if the required etiquette is to wear a saree/dhoti and espouse opinions on onion prices while sipping contraband liquor. But, what the heck, Sunday has always been quirky around here.
Sunday doesn't come often enough in a week. We would know since we have been praying for sequels (like Sunday, Part II). This Sunday is still only here for 24 hours, but it has been working on answering our prayers.
Someone at the Rain club wants you to "blow up the speakers", while others would have you flailing your arms around with all the grace of a pelican. No, it's not a riot, it's just a Saturday night in Hyderabad.