On the D-day there’s not a single soul spared. You want to return a book to the library or you have to go meet your friend – there’s only one reason to it –‘It’s holi’. It’s one of the wildest holies I have ever witnessed. Reasons galore – Buckets of Bhangs on the pavement and people bathing in it, making sure that none of the guys have their T-Shirts on, though not a pleasant sight (Have to mention poor Vijay who changed his shirt thrice and the gang mercilessly tears it apart and throws it on a tree), the sweet revenges by dumping packetfuls of color on folks who laugh at anyone, pouring bucket full of water on someone who’s sitting peacefully, attacking someone with colors after conniving on color combinations, the memorial tree which has all the tee shirts hung on it…. Absolutely crazy holy I’d say !! One needs to be here to know what I am saying. Yet there were a few poor souls who were so concerned bout the effect of colors on their skin or getting tanned etc – what a pity. People are in a mode of making the best of the last few days at college and what else can I say than ‘I am loving it’
Picture speak now
I love the festive of colors for its true sense and meaning. This is one day when everyone comes together, irrespective of age, color, sex, caste, creed… Thanks to my friend Animesh who captured people celebrating Holi in Hyderabad. His pictures below drive my point home…
