It sometimes boggles the mind that Hyderabad’s numerous influences were packed into
In spite of the contrived portmanteau word (legendotes = legends + anecdotes) weighing down the title of this book, this is an account as light-hearted as the city itself is. The legends and anecdotes are briefly and vivaciously told, each taking up two to six pages, punctuated with pictures, illustraÂtions and the occasional table. So we see stories that lie behind the names of localities, amusing and occasionally shocking accounts featuring colourful people, beautiful havelis, and, yes, horses.
Interestingly, Luther debunks the myth of the kulcha. The story goes that ‘Asaf Jah’ Mir Qamaruddin once came upon a hermit called Shah Inayat in the jungle. The saint offered him baked bread — of which the minister ate seven pieces, at which the seer is supposed to have predicted a dynastic rule of seven generations. The circle in the middle of the Nizam’s flag is generally conÂsidered a tribute to the baked bread; but no, says Luther, it represents the moon. More suitable, but how boring.
With content and with writing, there is a ‘Chandamama’ feel to these anecdotes. And the design feels that way too, with its squarÂish size and blockish layout—an impression that is broken only by the heavy hardbound that gives your wrists a nice workout. What truly engages about this book though is that it drips the essence of Hyderabad and you really can’t say fairer than that.
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