5 Reasons You Shouldn’t Miss Zee The Great Mela

Be it the Kumbh Mela or Surajkund, going to a mela is an experience like none other. The festivity, the colors, the lights brings our senses to life and reminds us why life is a journey to be enjoyed and Celebrated J

It is with this promise that The Great Mela is coming to Dubai! We give you 5 reasons why you should cancel all your plans that weekend and be there

 The Music

With the promise to showcase some of the best talent from India and overseas, the lineup includes headliner Amit Trivedi, along with DJ Miki Love, Thaikkudam Bridge, Avial, Kabir Cafe, Raghu Dixit (from the Raghu Dixit Project), Vidya Vox with Shankar Tucker and Jomy George, DJ Tarun, and Sandeep Thakur.


The Food 

From Desi Chaat to Videshi Burgers and everything in between!


The Fun!

 The event plans to have some incredibly fun engagement from Art Workshops, Pottery and Yoga to Football Darts and the largest inflatable obstacle course in the UAE!

What more can you ask for!


The Merchandise

With a healthy mix of merchandise imported from India and Unique handcrafted merchandise you do not come across on your usual shopping binge,The Great Mela will not only intrigue but brings back you the experience of a flea market in classy unconventional way ! 😀


The Experience

 Mela aa raha hai Mela ! and we bring with it Intrigue and Awe with a promise to Celebrate Life! SO, save the date and come to the Dubai Media City Amphitheatre on the 25th and 26th of November !  See you there !


So wait no further lovely people ! Tickets selling fast at bit.ly/TGMTickets . See you at Dubai Mediacity Amphitheatre on the 25th and 26th of November!

For the Love of Street Food

The beautiful thing about memories is that they aren’t just visuals, they are a reminder of experiences. They are vivid replays of smells, flavours, textures, and can be brought back in an instant by the smallest of occurrences.


I remember tagging along behind my mom as she went to the Sunday bazaar every week. For a seven year old kid, there isn’t really much interest in the weekly buys, the price of vegetables, the repeated haggling, or the lifting of heavy packets full of groceries and staples. But I used to put up with it without complaint, because I knew I had that one simple thing to look forward to every week. You see, at the absolute end of the Sunday bazaar lay the thelas with the live chulhas, these hand pulled carts with make-shift burners crackling away to glory. And each cart offered something new and spectacular to appeal to and tickle every little cell in your body.

My stomach would begin tiny somersaults just at the anticipation of the food bazaar, and as I would approach the end of the road, I’d close my eyes and take a deep breath, drawing in memories to be savoured forever.


There is a feel to a food bazaar that perhaps can never be perfectly described in words. It’s the chaos of the customers trying to get their order fast, the sounds of the metal ladles moving quickly and expertly against the vessels, the smell of freshly fried food sizzling against the boiling oil, the urgency of the vendors to serve more, the eagerness of the customer to have that first bite they had been dreaming of.

You see, street food isn’t just about a quick meal on the road. It’s about the most authentic meal of the region, it’s the flavour of the people themselves, which bursts in your mouth with every bite. It’s about the sights and sounds of the bazaar, an electric energy of happiness like no other. It’s about a mutual love for food, yours and the person preparing it, a little secret shared between you that can only be experienced, never told. And as you lick the last morsel off your plate, you experience a satisfaction like none other, of a meal well made, of food enjoyed the way it should be. A story is written with each bite, an experience like none other.

Even today, as I enter a restaurant, I take a deep breath to internalize the sights and sounds of the experience I’m about to have. And as great as it might be, nothing ever matches to dragging my feet through the Sunday bazaar, hanging on to my mothers skirt, full of anticipation about the thelas and the chulhas lit and awaiting me eagerly at the end of the road, with flavours that could just never be matched by any restaurant.

They say flavour is a combination of smell and taste, when really it’s so, so much more than that.