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A posting At Secunderabad during training.

The Good and the Bad at the moment!




GOOD:It is Tuesday.
The Second day of the training.
No class between 2p.m and 4. p.m.
So I was here at dads net...unfortunately could not complete the posting.
I continue on the fourth day here after having a better meal at a mess here.
The past days I could go to "Friends" where is "grub" is not that fine.
Okay I have scribbled something good and bad on the behind of bus tickets and telephone bills.
A quick posting would be fantastic!
A rose is a rose by whatever name you call.
Roja, Kulab, Kulabi.
Jani this time accompanied me to Secunderabad. she could visit Birla temple and Secunderabad Ganesha temple.
Thanks to Hema Somasundaram we could camp at their transit quarters:
'Lancer Barracks'
Jani could also visit "Subramanian's place" at Gautam nagar on Monday evening.
On monday the classes were upto 4.00 p.m only.

BAD:Jani could not see kasapuram Hanuman temple on Saturday.
The bloody train was late and arrived at Guntakal at around 20.30 hours.
On Tuesday and Wedenesday Dr. Varma extented the classes upto 8.30.p.m.


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  1. Hi Mr.Balu!
    I was reading some of yours post..and found that you are in Secunderabad.I am basically from secunderabad and presently in Singapore.

    So frankly speaking,Hyderabad is not a great place to have fun..but you can still try out Ramoji film studio,ashta lakhmi temple and Salarjung Museum.

    Any further info, I can surely provide you..
    Have a great time in SECUNDERABAD..
    Bala Krishna Juluri

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