You know it’s Holi when Gulal flowing and splashing in the Mohalla. Sprinkling colors when children, grown-ups and adults running amok in all directions with Pichkaris like army men and women. Happy Holi folks.
The festival of colors Holi holds a special place in my heart and it’s the time to splash colors, get dirty and messy with clothes that I knew would be as good as junk after Holi. Bhang makes Holi an exciting affair full of fun, grandeur, and awesomeness. Times change and the excitement is missing now where I hardly play Holi, splashing colors like it used to be during those days, be it childhood or college days.
As a child, I was always shy and though I wanted to play Holi, it was always with the elders in the house. I was excited when the day came to play Holi, smearing the face with colors, that would take days to get rid of. There were kids in the neighborhood with whom I would play and some adult who would concoct the color to whom I shyly and nervously would go to,”Bhaiya thoda sa lagao.’ The Bhaiya was one of the mischievous guy around who would throw color on me and paint the face.
It stuck like glue and applying soap would not do the trick. What fun!! Naturally, Mom would laugh after chiding me and Dad would scold me. As I grew up reaching adolescence, there were the bunch of guys who would run away from school and we would meet somewhere, hiding alcohol and wait for girls to splash Holi on their school bus. The girls would giggle and hurriedly close the window panes. At the bus stop, they would hesitatingly step down and after much prodding, they agreed to let us smear colors on their face. But, it was done in true Holi spirit and we would not overstep our limits. It was not an excuse to misbehave with girls and being folks hailing from good culture and education, we would respect the girls. Sadly, now, Holi has become in some quarters an excuse to misbehave with girls. How I wish the good ole days of endearing Holi would be back.
But, it was all done in true Holi spirit and we would not overstep our limits. It was not an excuse to misbehave with girls and being folks hailing from good culture and education, we would were taught to be respectful on the day celebrating colors. Sadly, now, Holi has become in some quarters an excuse to misbehave with girls. How I wish the good ole days of endearing Holi would be back!
During college days in Pune, Holi was not only an endearing and fun fest for us but it bonded our friendship whether being turned out of our favorite college days where the waiter came outside to serve us tea and coffee. Holi Hai!! We die for the day where there was no space on our face lining and we turned into the joker. Ha!! Or the rain dance at parties and traveling, going to and fro, to look for bhang. Dancing to Do Me a Favor Let’s Play Holi was best.
Can Holi be the same without Rang Barse Bheege Chunarwali sung by Amitabh Bachchan or Holi Khele Raguveera? A song that comes close to Rang Barse for me is Balam Pichkari, where most blend to show that no matter how much times has changed, the spirit of Holi remains the same. I hardly play Holi in the same vein like it used to be but I never forget to smear the face with gulal at home.
Nowadays, everyone is so busy in life and the true meaning of Holi is lost is translation and the fervor is missing where folks would go ballistic. Blame it on the mad rush to make money where we have become too personal and community life is slowly dying. Make it on Holi and #KhulkeKheloHoli. I missed the opportunity hosted on Blogadda to write on childhood memory for Holi by being part of the contest #KhulkeKheloHoli. This video is so endearing and I couldn’t resist being part of it. Watch it for this heart warming video beats everything.
Wishing all of you a very happy Holi and splash colors to make life colorful, forgetting all past memories and starting everything afresh. If someone has mistakenly thrown water splash on you, laugh it off as positive energy to work magic in your life like Jaya Didi says in Sholay, ‘Bhai Holi Hai bura mat man.’