Every year, a riot of colours bursts into the air
and there you have it, instant happiness. To see the world through a vibrant
kaleidoscope, scattering beautiful positive aura all around, who wouldn't want to be a part of this. Holi is one of my favourite
of Indian festivals for very obvious reasons. People hugging, playing, sharing, caring and smiling bright just as the sunshine.
A lot of people consider Holi a
festival of menace, but come on, which festival of ours isn’t. The celebrations
usually start a day or two before (sometimes even more). Prepping and the
shopping, people going about in a frenzy. From choosing the right colours,
plotting and scheming, to perfecting the aim for that one shot of the water
balloon. Ok ok I confess, i’ve had my share of plotting, aiming and spreading
good (water) cheer around but hey live while you’re young right. If you don't
enjoy Holi, you aren't giving the inner child in you a chance to relive. And
what's there to not love?
Everyone of us have some amazing
stories when it comes to Holi. I remember going to Holi Raas Leela at the
Talkatora Stadium as a kid. Beautiful dance performance ending in playing Holi
with flowers. The way the artists used to heave the flowers up in the air,
creating a whirlpool, you definitely want to get lost in it. The sight of it was
something that left you in awe. When I started college, it was more about
having fun with friends. We played the dirtiest of Holi then. Drenched in eggs,
mud and beer and somethings I don't even want to mention. Now, it's about
tradition and family. Friends do come somewhere in there though, to go out with
and get sloshed with. The Holi bash, now there are some stories you can’t blog
about :p
Holi usually begins by prepping stuff
for Holika Dehan. This is primary for all the spiritual beings out there, where
in you burn your evils (some we totally want to keep). Followed by Day 2 of hello, absolute fun and
games. There is madness in the air, madness I tell you. We go into the
battlefield au naturale and come out in vivid colours. A day that begins with
the sweetest of messages, some that make you tingle and some make you giggle
with delight. The roads so empty, you feel like a bloody F1 racer. Holi is
always fun. A festival where warm wishes are spread. A festival where the
people who love you ensure that you end up with at least 2 kgs more, like you
don’t have enough already, but that’s love.
It’s not enough that your parents can’t recognize you from
the line up. But even though every part of your body is hurting, cold
and coloured well this time – Teal, you still end up dancing the entire day. The bhaang
helps ofcourse but it really is a day you enjoy to your hearts content. Your jaw
literally hurts by the end of the day but it totally is worth it. So, cheers to
another day full of happiness, love and colourful blessings!
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