Turning Pink

I remember waking up to the sound of the alarm at 4am that day. Panicky & groggy-eyed, as I scrambled out of bed, the realization stuck-My Board exams were over! And it was Holi the next morning!!!

With a million-dollar smile, and a kick to my sister's butt (she had again snuck into my side of the bed) I fell asleep.

The Holi of 2005, right after ICSE 10th exams, has remained until date the best Holi ever.
Finally free from the torture of trying to remember the Moghul heritage, the Venn diagrams, the topography in those maps (I never really understood what we were supposed to be doing with that thread in a Geography exam) & Shakespeare's "Et tu Brut" (trust me he was the brute, that damn Shakespeare), we were all waiting to paint the town red-blue-green-yellow.

The day started off with the neighbourhood aunties ringing our doorbell, all still dressed in their nighties with dupattas thrown over casually, one of them holding a big bottle of Coca Cola & the rest having abhir in their hands. One of the ladies was putting up a very convincing act of being drunk & that made me take a sip of that Coke only to be heavily disappointed-it was abhir flavoured.

Thankfully the kids around our place didn't let us down, as they attacked all females in sight with pichkaris filled with nasty violet color. I remember recognizing the people in Avatar when I watched it a few years later -" Hey, I looked like that after Holi that year". Me & my sister & my padosan friend were not the type to back out & out came the water balloons, thrown safely of course from the terrace. The best part was a classmate turned up in her Scooty & I hopped on to visit the rest of the gang.

The sense of fulfillment attained after applying colours to a freshly bathed person, is immeasurable!

At one point of the day, you'd see pink coloured people all around, all shabbily dressed & all having multicoloured teeth on display. It didn't matter that time, if you were fair or dusky, the colours would hide you anyway. It didn't matter if you were poor or filthy rich, you would be dressed shabbily & still smiling anyway....


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"So no colours inside the campus,"the HR lady's stern gaze was on all of us breaking my happy daydream.  "You wish to celebrate, we can celebrate with flowers or colourful ribbons & snacks...." she droned on.

Duh..!

I'm going shopping tomorrow for the colours. And a bottle of Parachute Advansed oil (for my luscious mane of course)


I just can't wait to turn pink!
How about you?







 



P.S:
I’m pledging to #KhulKeKheloHoli this year by sharing my Holi memories atBlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed.


P.P.S

I don't have any photos of my favourite Holi. Maybe because those days no sane parent would let their kid have a costly mobile handset & mostly because we were too busy having fun to bother about such unnecessary thingies.

Comments

jaish_vats said…
Wonderful festival it is indeed! Happy Holi!
jaish_vats said…
Wonderful festival it is indeed! Happy Holi!
TheBlank said…
yeah ...its you... kind of people...who dont play holi ....and close themselves in a room and blow the holi trumpet on Blogaddaaasssss....#sitAndWriteHoli..#NoKhulKeHoli #OhMySkinNHairInHoli #Nikkami
Rinaya said…
FYI: I play Holi.. and I have played already ..in my PG..in the office..Kabhi milo to bataenge hum kaise khelte hain Holi :)

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