Colours. Who doesn't like colours? Every day, once a year, it was acceptable to throw water at people while screaming the phrase- “Bura na mano Holi hai!” Every year we bathed in colours, since it was the one day where it was acceptable to have a getup like Ranveer Singh. And of course, the different artwork every year on the clothes. Remember the night before we used to load up our armoury of balloons, pichkaris and gulal only to be spent on one day of extreme fun. Everyone you meet would look like the artwork of a 3-year-old.
No matter how old you grow, you will always love this day.
The most fun part of the festival used to be going shopping and finding the most unique and powerful pichkari, which might just tear through someone's skin but no one cared about that, ‘kyunki bura na mano Holi hai!’ Who could forget the music playing when you tried to get everyone wet? Everybody forgot about the scarcity of water and just wasted it.
If we could play any song to remember that time, it would be “Ooh aah paint it red” (from the iconic ZNMD Tomatina festival scene). I remember each person dancing like crazy and having the best time of their life, not caring how badly they were dancing. No one could ever hate Holi, because well what is there to hate?
Right after every Holi you take off your clothes which you were going to throw anyway as you go shivering to the showers to get all the colours off. As the hot water comes down onto your skin, you know the festival has ended, but only to find out that it has left some marks on your skin when some jerk put permanent colour on your face. Of course, it is pink now, and the only solution is to wait for it to come off.
As Dalai Lama once said, “Don’t cry because it ended, smile because it happened”, and after you realize that, start waiting for the next 365 days.
Author: Aadi Bhatia
Editor: Ridhima Purwar