Our lives are a long series of work, work and more work. It’s a very long list of endless meetings working out strategies, working on projects. The daily grind takes a big toll of your energy making your life lackluster. The year continues to drag and every thing seems dull and black and white. Festivals come and their coming brings no thrill and they pass away without bringing any thing special with it.
We celebrate the festivals because it the norm to do so and every one is doing do. The festivals now mean for us a day to take expensive gifts for the boss in order to please him and get that long cherished promotion. This has robbed the festivals of the spirit of enjoyment
There is one festival that is singular in catching our attention and that is the festival of colors. It is a celebration of colors of every imaginable hue. This festival is a big favorite of the old and the young alike. When the winter season begins to recede and the spring makes the flowers bloom, then comes this fun packed occasion called Holi. Children start making plans for this glorious event by buying pichkaris, gulal and water colors. Every market has shops stocked with these items. The children can be seen displaying their treasures to their friends. The hottest topic is what all colors they have bought and whom they are planning to drench with their colors.
We the adults may not be that enthusiastic as some of us shirk playing holi either out of laziness or may have planned a vacation or the biggest reason being the fear of the skin and hair being spoilt by the harsh colors. But one should not fear the ravages caused by the onslaught of colors as an application of oil on the hair, face and hands acts as a protective shield.
I still remember that as a child I used to plunge myself whole heartedly into the exercise of mixing colors into different buckets of water. This done I would fill my pichkari and get ready to take my friends by surprise as they come running towards me shouting Holi Hai. It was a stiff competition as to who would color the friend first. Gobbling the juicy gujiyyas we would run together in search of our fresh victims. Soon we were so drenched with colors that it was difficult to recognize the faces. I can never forget how my friends mother caught hold of me by the ear and took me to her home scolding me all the while. My friend followed along with our bunch of friends. They tried not to laugh but could not contain themselves and burst out laughing. Hearing the laughter my friend’s mother stopped to look back and seeing her son in the group caught my face in her hands to have a closer look. Realizing her mistake she also could not help but smile. As a compensation for her mistake she gave me two gujiyyas instead of one. This event made my Holi most remarkable.
This year I have decided to invite all my friends for a Holi party so that we may relive our old memories and play #KhulKeKheloHoli this year!
“I’m pledging to #KhulKeKheloHoli this year by sharing my Holi memories at BlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed.”
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