Tuesday 15 March 2016

It's Holi time once again

Bura Na mano holi Hai used to be my favorite line on Holi, in fact the Holi masti started a week before and ended till late afternoon on Holi. How I wish I could go back in time and play Holi just like we did as little kids. The start of March, lazy weather and the preparation of Holi was all I remember when I was a small kid. The shops used to be flooded with different new designs of pichkaris, heaps of different colors and water balloons. I used to go Holi shopping with parent’s days in advance and I used to love the aromatic gulals everywhere. Holi was a planned event and it was never a one day affair. We used to hide behind staircases and terraces and target our victims ready with pichkaris and water balloons. We used to keep the timing perfect so that the target is close enough and after throwing the color or water balloon we used to hide back. It was so much fun. We used to tease each other if one missed the target. The plans were
made the night before and the excitement was too much to hide. We used to get up early in the morning. This was the only time when we did not mind getting up early in the morning as we had to prepare the countless
water balloons stocking them up in tubs and buckets. It was disappointment if some of the balloons were defective but then we went busy counting the total number of balloons prepared and we made
different colored water buckets also ready. The entire house used to get ready for the festival. Mummy prepared gujiyas and kachoris for the guests, who would come to play holi.  We used to raid the kitchen
again and again and asked for hot gujiyas and kachoris,we ate till the stomach hurt. Relatives, neighbors and family friends gathered and smeared each other faces with different colors but some miscreants used paints and sometimes even mud which was not a good thing and spoiled the fun. We kids played pranks on each other and on passers by, sometimes we got scolded too but drenching others with buckets full of colored water was worth it. Our holi time was not less than a war. Terrace was our adda and we always ended up dirtying the whole house despite elders scolding us and warnings given by parents in advance. We kids gathered at terraces to play holi and we sometimes took water from water tanks placed on the terraces. Water or no water, our holi never ended till the sun went down.
 We played with almost everything which we could get hold of. By the end of the day it was impossible to recognize each other. Exams, or any other excuse never worked on holi, we played bindass and made others play too woh bhi khulke.Its fun to see people looking funny with red face, orange fingers and green hair. Mummy always applied oil on our hair and skin before playing holi so that the colors may wash off easily.So lets play Holi Khulke but wisely.

“I’m pledging to #KhulKeKheloHoli this year by sharing my Holi memories at BlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed.”

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