Holi Kab Hai Kab Hai Holi

Holi is around the corner and as I am preparing for the Holi get together at my place and ordering for Gulal and sweets as I plan to play  #KhulKeKheloHoli  my mind takes me back to my childhood and a Holi that I will never forget.

As children Holi used to be a special occasion for us. It was the day of no studies and all fun. The only rule that we followed was to have as much fun as possible and color every one in sight as our Pichkaris did not believe in discriminating between the different targets based on age, gender, caste or creed. Who ever came in their range was not spared. Thinking of the word Holi the first thing that comes to my mind is my elder cousin brother and was it his obsession with Holi or fascination of Gabbar Singh of Sholay , I am not very sure. When ever he would come to visit us he would always be carrying his big Pichkari. He would bully us by pointing his Pichkari towards us and asking in a sinister Gabbar style Holi Kab Hai Kab Hai Holi. Our answers did not carry any weight with him because no matter whatever our answers were we ended up becoming the target of gushes of water coming out of his huge Pichkari. Till date I do not know if he thought of us as Jai, Veeeru or Basanti or Dhanno for that matter for there was no escaping the huge drenching we got from the big Pichkari of his. It was the day of Holi and we his younger siblings hatched a plan to get even with him by taking our revenge. We had a large pit that had been dug up and left uncovered in our backyard. We had it filled with colored water and covered the pit with sheets of polythene and sprinkled some mud on it to make it look like the ground. Since I was the swiftest runner the responsibility of luring our elder sluggish fatso bully brother fell upon me. So when the time of his arrival came all of my cousins except me hid themselves. When he came he pointed his Pichkari in my direction and repeated his same old dialogue of Holi Kab Hai Kab Hai Holi. I looked at him and showed him my tongue to tease him and started running as fast as I could. Seeing me running away from him he too started running after me and began to chase me. I made him run all around the house till he got tired and began to pant. This was the moment that I had been waiting for and I began to run towards the pit with my cousin in tow. I knew the exact location of the pit and when I reached it I simply jumped across it. I heard a loud splash and I turned back to find my cousin bobbing up and down in the mud pit completely drenched with mud and colored water. My cousins who were in hiding came out to surround the pit and asked him again and again Holi Kab Hai Kab Hai Holi as they splashed color on him with their Pichkaris. It was a much awaited revenge and from that time onwards he stopped imitating Gabbar and never bullied us again. This was indeed the most memorable Holi of our lives.

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