The contest of the Blogadda #KhulKeKheloHoli in collaboration with Parachute Advansed drowned me into the reverie of the past where I could see myself immersed in bright and wet colours of Holi and splashing colours on the friends and the passers-by without stopping for a second of what impact it will have on my health or how the friends & strangers will react...Bindaas.
I am talking of the era nearly three decades back where people did not had any inhibitions like today and they splashed bucket full of colours and people readily played with full masti on, singing and dancing on their own songs of Holi without thinking of the actions and reactions of colours on hair and skin. The old ladies of the house used to advise to oil hair and body so that it is easy to wash off the colours but frankly speaking, none paid heed to it.
In those days, people were not so conscious of themselves so they indulged in playing holi and sportingly played with family, friends and neighbours. It was a sport of playing with wet colours and abeer and gulaal and all loved to indulge irrespective of age and religion.
People shouted “Holi hai” and would come out in groups to play holi in common ground of colonies, lawns of houses and really it was an enjoyable affair with colours and all coloured faces looked alike.
Rich dishes of treats were prepared on Holi festival and the sweet savouries malpua and gujia were the main dishes prepared in every house on the festival of Holi and people relished after playing holi with the colours on, none paid heed to these minor things and the people of those times were more healthy and sound compared to today’s lifestyle where we take too much of precautions and still not healthy.
I was one of the energetic souls who played Bindaas Holi and started preparations much ahead of the festival. My mother used to keep my new clothes away from my reach because I was very careless that once I played holi on the new dress which was stitched by her to wear on the eve of Holi. I was a great prankster so far as this festival was concerned. I used to get colourful balloons and fill them with liquid colours along with my friends and stored in a big bucket three four days ahead of the festival... It was easy to carry for playing colours and people and friends could be splashed with the colours from a distance…I agree now that sometime it hurt too if thrown hard but who cares…in my childhood days, I wasn’t aware of it and have lot played with these colour filled balloons.
We used to emerge in group of friends and would shout and run in the corridors of our home and on roads and parks of colonies. No one stopped us from playing, though few directives were given by elders but we rarely cared for it. The directors too knew how much it would be followed.
In our childhood we played colours with all irrespective of caste, creed, status or sex and even we befriended those friends with whom we fought for childish reasons and shared food in same plate. The colours of Holi were actually the colours of love and friendship which washed away the enmities and added life to stale relationships.
"होली के दिन दिल खिल जाते हैंरंगों में रंग मिल जाते हैंदुश्मन भी गले मिल जाते हैंगिले शिक़वे भूल के दोस्तों"
We used to roar, laugh and sing Bollywood songs of holi and danced and played drum on the steel bowls and plates and really it was a fun and the memories of those bygone days still sends butterflies in stomach and want to revisit those lanes.
Once fully active in playing colours transformed into a non-player of Holi, the reason is not so specific but the news aired spoiling the sport of Holi did have an impact on me and gradually, I stopped indulging in the game of colours. Now the idea of celebration has shrunk to preparing dishes of malpua, mutton and dahi- vada and in evening, I put tilak on the forehead of the juniors and sprinkle little bit on each other among friend circle.
I do a bit of social work on this festival. I distribute colours, pichkaris, savouries cooked and few bucks to all my support staff to enjoy their part of Holi with full pomp and show and I feel happy to see smiles on their faces.
I too have the feeling to indulge once again but don’t dare to indulge fearing the deadly task of washing out the colours…the reason is not indulging for a long time but at heart, I want to play. I will use Parachute Advansed to oil my hair and skin and will try to use herbal colours which are easy to wash.
This year, I would break the ice, Blogadda has revived by spirits and will play Holi sportingly roaring “Holi Hai” in the corridors of my apartment, shedding all the inhibitions that I have been carrying since long and capturing in my mobile.
“I’m pledging to #KhulKeKheloHoli this year by sharing my Holi memories atBlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed.”