Blog 103: Holi Shit

Circa 1987:

A 3 year old smalley goes to Rajasthan with his parents to become a ganju. ( well...20 years down the line, he seems to be doing it without the help of any person or place:(( ) . That done, the family moves to Sikar to visit a relative and, by chance or choice, that visit coincided with holi.
Horror story begins...
While the smalley sat in a granpa's lap, he figured that in the melee outside, his dad was being colored beyond recognition. Now this smalley, being a firm devotee of his dad, waged his first war of independence to try and get to this dad's rescue. Alas! enemy forces overpowered him and he helplessly watched red, pink, green, black and what-have-you pervade the whole bioshpere!
When our young hero's dad finally made his way out of the color circus, the former celebrated it by crying for the next three hours :D. Turns out, he was so shocked (probably by the fact that his dad's color scheme looked much like a drawing in his own Vikas Jumbo Coloring Book) that he had to be taken inside a room and wouldnt see anyone except his mom for quite a long time!!
The brave young man ..err....kid...took this event peacefully in his stride...but as a side effect, abhorred holi for the next 17 years of his life!!

Okay, enuf of story telling...

Every holi, all my cousins would come down to my home and sleep in the same room as me the night before. Why just my home and why just my room please?
It gives immense pleasure to ppl who play holi to color ppl who dont. Maybe its their sense of egalitarianism, maybe they dont want ppl to miss out on the colorful part of life...or maybe I am just being miserably optimistic!!
Not to be outdone, i'd wake up before everyone else, take a towel, book and some food and set a camp in my bathroom!!
Bathroom is a lovely place:D. Its all to urself and u can peacefully sit under the fan and meditate abt anything ranging from Ash to the last county match between Sussex and Middlesex!!(choice of county names is purely random...honestly;))
Uske baad kya hai...no matter how much they bang...and they cant bang the way ppl do in kgp...i'd peacefully wait till mom would come and drive them away:D.

Circa 2005:

I reckoned that it wudnt hurt to try out what holi is like. Hence, I went home on the weekend, and by the next day, everyone knew that i was abt to make my holi debut.
So how did they respond?? Not a single person turned up to color me and i blissfully slept until i could sleep no more!! Rats!!
Finally, my elder bro turned up, and made up for the 20 years in one go! Not only did he finish off two full cases of color on me, he didnt let me oil myself:((.
Result: even the dandruff on my hair is pink now!!
Getting colored is no fun at all...it went in my mouth...(made me go thooo-thooo for 15 mins), went in my eyes (made me look like a red eyed maniac), and worse, went all over my scalp( and i'm scared of scrubbing that place coz of my immense love for my fast depleting hair:( ).

I'm pretty sure i dont want to play holi next time onwards...someone please keep the bathroom ready!!