whoop-de-doo at Numaish Mela – Hyderabad

Just to make sure that I won’t be abstaining from blogging, forget the volley of reasons whatever may be, Arigato gozaimas for dropping by in my insaturation at blogging, perhaps!

Now, its been a good 2 years since I last blogged, but coming back with a post about one of the greatest Melas or fairs at Hyderabad – The Numaish or the All India Industrial Exhibition, currently in its 78th edition ; which very well  is yet another festivity happening in ‘apna’ Hyderabad, reminiscent of the opulence & public empathy that the Nizam era had. The history behind the fair is even more grandiose, way back in 1938, started by a group of students from the prestigious Osmania University to showcase local products, this industrial exhibition has taken giant strides , from about 100 stalls to more than 2500 stalls in the current edition.

Call it my silver-tongued touch coupled with my hermeneutic nature , all thanks to google alongside, I could manage to tug along my group of friends to pay a visit. The marrow of the magnanimity of this exhibition can be testified by our struggle to find a parking as well the traffic near the venue at Exhibition Grounds, Nampally (near Hyderabad Station), and the beeline  for an entry thereafter. However, contrary to the scenes outside, everything from the ticketing (an entry fee of 30rs)to the crowd management, security etc were pretty impressively organised. Well, that certainly forms the presentiment, given the fact that its 78 yrs old, and thus was it satiated. We were greeted with featly laid out stalls exhibiting almost every imaginable product from handicrafts,electronics, clothes, wares what not! Call it the perils or compulsions of being abominable bachelors, we ventured to begin our evening with something that the heart & mind craved in unparalleled unison – FOOD! The chaat stall just cajoled us to empty our pockets with servings of chole-bhature, bhelpuri, papri chaat among others. Tummies inflated, we set out to explore more, all thanks to the sole lady in our gang, our maladroitness at negotiations was well tackled, and some of us had some purchases meanwhile. But, my paralipsis over get-back-to-childhood was sinfully echoed by many in our gang,and we set our eyes on the rides, yes there were many of them, that’s what a Mela signifies after all. We were soon to have a quodlibet of sorts with the guys at the ticket counter having been duped for the merry go round, instead of the Ferris Wheel , so was our tragedy that had befallen that this was discovered post a waiting in queue for about an hour. Perturbed, yet high in spirits, we resorted to some Brand Dropping photo shoots, thanks to my newly acquired Iphone8plus ( I didnt quite sell my kidney for it!). Given our undulated cravings for food, and aided by the girtherness of our gang, we started laying our hands on almost everything that we set our eyes upon, be it Kebabs, sugar candies, haleem (There was a Pista House stall too!), & even water bottles! (the spices be put to blame!). All done,it was time to follow the same bee-line for exit, and there we were bidding bye to an evening  joie de vivre, all thanks to one of the hidden gems of Hyderabad – Numaish Masnuaat-e-Mulki .

Folks, do pay a visit and experience the extravaganza in first person. However, not to forget a few flip sides, personal observations may kindly be given due cognizance , the pricing was a bit on the higher side, which otherwise isn’t the case with fairs, particularly in terms of food, despite the fact that it was ticketed! Nevertheless, the fun & frolic is unmatched. For more information on Numaish,which is held from January 1st to February 15 every year (tentative), you can “Jagoogala” [JUST GOOGLE IT!]

Summing up, let the pics talk the rest…

When the pic lures you enough!
Khilone se yaad aya – Dil toh bacha hai ji…


Among the rides!
Being Poser!
Chaat Anyone?

Goa – âme perdue

Here I am blogging after a long time! Gramercy to Kolkata Bloggers who imbibed the passion again, and this time, I promise my readers mucho..

Statutory Warning : Unlike my previous posts, this post may seem mundane to some who expect a routine travellouge outta this post. Many a words or characters (read heroes!) may seem out-of-mind to some,but this post is a special dedication to my wonderful friends who were partners-in-crime in the Goa trip.

May was when, WhatsApp with all due credits gave me an extra-top-up, planning for a Goa Trip with school pals, Jumpy & prepared myself  totes – Financially,Professionally et al. Finally the day arrived, 12th of June it was – 12:30pm & I was still on the nigh side packing my stuffs (to be honest, the lazy me was busy scouting for a fresh pair of clothes!), all done reached hyderabad airport solid 1hr ahead of time (Thanx to the never-ending warnings of my love!) and hooked on to WhatsApp again – Buggers kept flooding the group with selfies as some of em’ had already reached the resort. Finally, at around 4pm the  airhostess (whom i didnt oggle much as i was woolgathered &  jealous of idiots already at Goa!) declared that we are about to land, Low visibility comeuppance to the cloudy skies tried its best to stifle the beauty of Goa, nevertheless hitched a cab buzzed to  our resort in Candolim . Was greeted by the spooky souls  Ranjit(who in later part of my story goes missing! 😛 ) ,Lattu & Bonney with an unending sense of belongingness & fellowship for lot was up to now! 😀 

7  crazy kids-4 activas made their way for a cruise armed with a wired up enthu &  insatiable hunger for fun. Another mondo  soul who missed his plane by a couple of minutes was yet to reach. Not to forget our captain Jack Sparrow bonney  who with his sans pariel navigation skills made us prowl  a couple of extra miles t beyond recall to reach the jetty. Once aboard the ferry to take us to the other end of river mandovi which was the boarding point for the cruise, our ladies (heroines in the making to be precise!) started the selfie delirium to make sure that not a single frame misses them out!  Ensuing  an hour long drama (due credits to Madame Manisha & Sameekshya who made their dads expert photographers by making them click & send their ID proofs again & again!) ,we barged into Deltin Royale cruise, along with Welcome-Late Somu.

Unlimited food & beverages, coupled with we-dont-know-why dance performances by some Videshi Kanyas , unfettered rounds of chortle  later, we were at the Casino Floor, cutting the capers till 3am fully exhausted yet determined to keep the fun rolling at the beaches next day. Way back  (we had  a KNPH kinda scene!) I was about to pop out Somu into the zuari river  who was perched on the back of my Activa hurling abuses with propitious returns from me. An hour later & fully drenched, we called it a day.

Next day, with the addition of one more freak, Binayak, we set out to sift North Goa,  We  begin our sojourn jumping into the roaring Arabian sea at Calangute Beach. with a stubby ear  to the warnings of the life-guards, our team was in dike  spirits fighting valiantly with the seas doloring   loss of 2 sleepers (which  floated to karachi!). Post a retreading saline therapy, we keyed into our activas for the next destination.

Baga Beach was bounteous of a lens’love , wherein we put our cameras to endless clicking (& ofcourse poses!) . Mata Rani Leeza graced us with her avtars, making sure tour planner lattu had captured to the last straw. Much to the umbrage of shopaholic i-will-die-without-shopping Manisha, we set out to the nest destination – Anjuna. 

Stranded & Rescued by Binayak (My activa broke down!) &  a repair later, we put off for lunch before moving again.

Anjuna Beach – Arguably one of the striking  beaches with an encompassed  concotion of tranquil locale set against the backdrop of the roaring sea dashing the rocky shore, out-of-luck did away with tag , thanks to our curbed chants of CHILILEEE…

TourPlanner Lattu’s I-Can-Die  love & pining  for the sunset at Dona Paula beach had to make us zip our activas in full-speed only to be left tarrying  & cursing as big-brother Somu was caught by Goa Traffic police on criminal offences (HelmetLessReckLessLicenceLess..), which gave Binayak time for a video-tour cum evening walk on the river Mandovi with Mata Rani Leeza. Meanwhile Bonney & Lady Sameekshya were zipping way ahead of us (however reaching way leter than us all) to Dona Paula. 

Finally, we were at  Dona Paula hilltop though missing up the sunset due to clouds had left us no qualms as we supplemented it  with truly romantic posses with Big Brother Somu & my fables of the ghosty love to make Manisha sacrilaging . 😛  A sumptous dinner of local delicacies  like Gaoan Prawn Xacuci , Pamplet Pompretti & the usual butter chicken, we dozed to sleep unfazed by the heavy downpour outside. 

Next day, packing off we set out for south goa, but we had to curtail our journey for the rains  & instead we took a detour to Cabo-De-Rama fort, wherein Lattu had a paltry accident on the way. After a lot of PDA & Photo-Ops later, we started up to the last leg of the destination – Miramar Beach. 

Miramar Beach insinuated  a painting on canvas, placid & arresting , Miramar nestled amidst palm groves  vamps you to loose yourself . Slacking , we had to wrap up our trip . Baring myself, Somu & Bony, others left on the same night & we caught the flight back the following day bidding adeiu to the reality which now became a distant dream. 

1 month later when I sit to blog again after a hiatus, I dedicate this post to my friends who made this trip memorable & a one to long for.

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All pics are taken by me & Satya Soumendra ! Thanx for visiting!