Wandering With Words

Random musings of a reckless soul.


The Great Indian Numaish!


Numaish Masnuaat-e-Mulki or Numaish also known as Exhibition is an annual consumer exhibition held in Hyderabad, Telangana, India.The exhibition has remained the only event of its kind in the world to be organised at a stretch for a 46-day period at its 23-acre permanent venue in Nampally.

It features joy rides, eateries and other entertainment options for the visitors.

A small numaish runs outside the gates of the real numaish!

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The exhibition does not only  ground for big traders but  small vendors of toys and flowers makes a decent business during the fare.


Ethnic goods on sale.

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With all the colours and taste inside one boundary it stands out to be a perfect example of a successful free market business. 

accessoriesGemstone jewellery.

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Glossy items.

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From Kashmir to Kerala, from lucknow to calcutta there are stalls varying from crockery to garments

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You would find almost everything here!

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Shiny specs 😛


Shawls, dresses,saris, Chikankari, Lucknowi.

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Some 350 stalls are run by people from Kash-mir, another 400 from UP and 250 from Bihar.

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Real Kashmiri dry fruits.


Street foods.

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The Chocolate Fountain!


Who doesn’t love popcorn?

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Cho-co-late popcorn!

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The Rides

the giant wheel

The Giant Wheel

atop the wheel

View from the Wheel.

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The Joy ride – Train. 😀

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The Well of Death a.k.a Maut ka Kua!

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Daredevils perform breathtaking skills in the well of death at Numaish.

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Sugar candy!

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Numaish, an industrial exhibition held up for almost 46 days and homing around 2000 stalls is the pride of Hyderabad city. 


Trapped Angels

16 December, 2012.

Two years ago, India was shook by the Nirbhaya rape case. The brutal nature of the attack had struck a nerve. And in thousands, Indian citizens– both men and women–took to the streets in protest.

16 December, 2014.

Two years later, what transpired in Peshawar has shaken Pakistan more than an earthquake or a war could have.
Irrespective of the country or the date, the world mourned two years ago and the world mourns now for the 141 lives that have been extinguished.

The militants did not enter the school to take hostage or to negotiate with the government. They came to kill.
The principal of the school was burnt alive in front of the children to fill them with terror. The children were duped and asked how many of them belonged to army families and were shot. Those cowering under desks and chairs were pulled and dragged and killed.
Eight hours. Eight hours of defenceless children without the protective cover of their mothers or fathers.

Why was the school targeted? Because it was a symbol of everything the Taliban was against.

I do not write to make suggestions. I know not why I write this piece. Right now, as I write, my hands shiver and eyes tear up.

Bruised and bleeding, gone are the children.
Forever gone. Dreams destroyed.
Imagine the lives of those who survived! Their precious innocence shattered. Life will never be the same for them.

This heartrending incident has unsettled and disturbed me more than the Nirbhaya case had. The faces of those innocent angels haunt me.
And yet, I find around me, people who read the facts, utter words of sympathy and proceed to movies and shopping and dates.

With time, apathy and forgetfulness will take over.

Humanity will fall, once again, into the depths of slumber.

Until another tragedy hits. Then we’ll hold candle light vigils again.

Perhaps we’ll make a movie on this and give it an Oscar.

Maybe I am not strong enough. Maybe I’m weak. I write to get the pain out. I write because my heart cries in aguish.
I write to reveal that–

Evolution is a myth. People are still animals.


Soft clouds that you could eat!

image This was one of my favourite sights during childhood. 🙂 Remember those childhood memories when you went to a fair or a carnival and saw this bag with fluffy pink gigantic cotton on a stick? Remember how you pulled a piece and popped it in your mouth and it immediately melted? Dissolved! Disappeared! Soft clouds that you could eat! Rainbow colours! And you wanted more but your parents refused. Oh cotton candy, I still love you! 🙂

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“A teardrop on the cheek of time.”


Because I was bored. And because I wanted to attempt this since many days.

Here’s how I would introduce Taj Mahal to someone (probably an alien) who doesn’t know The Taj Mahal.

Taj Mahal means “Crown Palace”. It was built by the fifth Mughal emperor, Shah Jahan in 1631 in memory of his second wife, Mumtaz Mahal, a Muslim Persian princess.
When Mumtaz Mahal was still alive, she extracted four promises from the emperor: first, that he build the Taj; second, that he should marry again; third, that he be kind to their children; and fourth, that he visit the tomb on her death anniversary.
He kept the first and second promises.
So exquisite is the workmanship that the Taj has been described as
“having been designed by giants and finished by jewellers”.

Different people have different views of the Taj but it would be enough to say that the Taj has a
life of its own. As an architectural masterpiece, nothing could be added or subtracted from it.

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Faces of India

I love my India! 🙂


Take a look at the people of India……their faces, their pride…their lives.

DSCF6164 Street food vendor in Agra market

DSCF5895 Volunteer in Delhi Sikh Temple kitchen preparing food for 1100 people a day

school bus School girls leaving Ghandi shrine in Delhi

nancyc Snake charmer in Amber Fort in Jaipur

DSCF6454 Little girl who started following us in Jaipur

13892146597_41fd90522d_b Craftsman in Agra inserting semi-precious stones into marble

13892166257_1f2c87aab8_b School boys, courtesy of Nancy Leung

13892168117_55244debd0_b Sikhs at Temple in Delhi

14075568961_6c5e24e3f1_b Doorman, courtesy of Nancy Leung

14075569551_5b9f99f2d0_b (1) Jaipur woman, courtesy of Nancy Leung

13892176439_3d1e6b176a_b Receiving the blessing, courtesy of Nancy Leung

13892181539_aabac79511_b Guard at Unknown Soldier, India Gate, Delhi

13892186019_b4e8821ae0_b kids on a team, courtesy of Nancy Leung

13892191918_2878195e7e_b Shop by the road, courtesy of Nancy Leung

13892199098_479392e1a8_b Street food vendor, courtesy of Nancy Leung

13892210000_36011f8d40_b On a motorcycle, courtesy of Nancy Leung

13907402167_517dea2d41_b Climbing up, courtesy of Nancy Leung (I think this is the winner of the being ready at the right time prize!!)

14075606161_3ed3e87589_b Wedding guests…

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Vote for yourself !


I wrote this piece way before the elections. I truly believe that we – the people – are responsible for our country more than the elected politicians. When we can fight for our rights, we should also remember our duties. So now that we have all voted, let’s begin helping the sarkar we have voted for.



A day ago, while I was on my way to class- enjoying the adrenaline rush from driving at 30 kmph- I was jerked out of my smooth driving by someone speeding the wrong way, missing crashing into me by only inches.

Shaky and out of my mind, I had to pull aside to get my heartbeat back to normal.

I sulked the rest of the way and on my way back home, I couldn’t ignore the many things that met my eyes: vehicles jumping signals, hasty pedestrians risking their lives while crossing the roads, policemen sitting idle at the junctions, vehicles moving on the wrong side of the road, ‘large’ families balancing themselves on small two wheelers, buses tilting to one side due to overload, people overtaking each other, unnecessary honking, bikers without helmets, idiots talking on the phone while driving, 8 out of 10 not turning off the engines at the red light, etc.

So, can anyone tell me why we so brutally criticize the government when we ourselves fail to do our part?

* We litter the country.
* We spit, anywhere. Everywhere!
* Roads and corners are wall-less open toilets for most ‘gentlemen‘.

And I could go on and on.

If you are one of those people who talks about or wants the country to change, then begin from yourself and stop saying “Yeh India hai, yahan sab chalta hai”.