A Holi to Remember

On nearly every occasion when I switch on my radio I usually hear a Holi song which I have also seen on the TV the scene flashes before my eyes of the hero spraying Gulal on the heroine and the group of dancers dancing to the lyrics of the song. This happens several times a year and gives me a feeling that Holi is just around the corner. I rush to check the calendar for the date when Holi is going to be celebrated. Surely my checking again and again would not bring this festival closer.

At last the much awaited day is about to come and I have not even prepared for it. My shopping is still incomplete as I have not yet bought Gulal or prepared the sweets like the Gujiya which is a must for each and every Holi. The biggest part is that I have to send invites to my close friends and neighbors for a lunch party to celebrate the day of colors.

I am going to do this as my childhood memories of the way I used to celebrate Holi is still fresh in my mind. The celebration would be in the same style but with one major change. It would be a dry Holi. It means that water would not be used seeing the water crisis faced by many households. This would be in direct contrast to my childhood Holi when water and colors used to be my greatest tool.

In those days when I was a child I used to store water mixed with color in large drums. This was my arsenal to be used in my Pichkari for spraying every one who came into sight with the magical colors of Holi. I made sure that the colors were the fast ones so that the recipients would not be able to remove the colors and would remember me when ever they would see their color stained clothes.

Our home used to be full of people, my uncles and aunts my cousin brothers and sisters together constituted to form a big group. There was a great hullaboo as every one was trying to put color on the other and there was lots of chaos as every one was trying to escape the onslaught of colors by running here and there. This proved to be my advantage as I targeted the runners with my Pichkari and drenched them to my hearts content.

My grandmother and my mother had prepared a delicious feast for every one which was greatly appreciated by every one. The whole atmosphere was one of excitement, love and happiness.

I want to relive my childhood memory by recreating the same atmosphere once again so that every one in the present become partners to my old memories. My purpose is to spread love, love and love.

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