This year was sadly one of the most lackluster Holis for us, reminding me of years and years past when Holi would invariably fall somewhere in the close vicinity or the middle of all important EXAMS! Those were the days of pretending to study while the ears were glued to the colored and coloring revelers having a great time outside.
Holi days in PATNA were to be strictly restricted to your own immediate locality unless you wished to be bombarded with cow dung. In Rajasthan, Holi is so amazing that it’s a peak tourist season, though why firangs would want to get pelted with painfully stiff wax pellets full of color eludes me.
But memories of B school come back the most; I suppose that must be the case with most people. It was the time of imminent end of the world if this or that assignment wasn’t completed on time, all nighters and partying for no reason atall. Obviously Holi presented immense possibilities of fun (some naughty) and reasons to just crash for the whole day.
At my B school we used to have all organic Holis, very healthy and environment friendly. Bhaang for the initiated and then a plunge in a pit full of rotten eggs and tomatoes mixed with gooey-sticky mud. Many would agree that it’s very therapeutic to just whale about in the smelly slime like buffaloes.
Ofcourse we would respectfully invite all the professors and then dump them into the pit. Some would also use this opportunity to get back at the Profs. for the occasional poor grade or exceptionally boring session.
Well those are days past, current economic conditions seem to have hit the spirit of Holi. Plenty of the working amongst us were in office slogging away rather than sleeping off the exertions of getting painted green and blue and the scrubbing later.
Yet I look outside my home at the tennis court (the designated Holi arena) still full of red and green puddles and take heart. Next year we might be the one painting the place red and quietly stow away the colours to the back of the cabinet.
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