Colorful Memoirs

When the blown and filled up embodiment (rather emphasizing the stout looking stomach) of the water balloons are made to dive from a two storied building, the reaction on the targets is a little more than shock.

Sometimes when the precision of the shooter surpasses its anticipated levels of accuracy then unfortunately it is the head of the target that becomes a reason for the pat on the back.

Replacements to balloons are eggs and tomatoes. However personal experience makes me recommend an avoidance of the latter.

The wide spread logic of “eggs cracked on heads are good for the hair” comes as no relief. The not-so-known fact remains that maintenance of the mucky-egg yolk filled; albumen dripping hair becomes rather unmanageable.

Hence it is advisable not to feel the sensation of anxiety if being boycotted. Rather, an advisable option would be to check (not smell for it might be intolerable) the head for cracked, ruptured tomatoes, eggs and other sticky vegetables.

Occasionally the notion of the head-has-become-a-vegetable-farm may strike you too. To satisfy self, I preferred ignoring the thought.

The festive mood starts with a color-everyone session which is followed by marching house to house scrutinizing reasons for the rest sheltering self at home. Only on being satisfied for the aptness of the motive does the “terror party” move forward.

Then, a baking-self-under-the-sun-afternoon is highlighted with cheerful discussions, jokes, songs and nutty talks.

Dusting self to get rid of the eye-catchy colors lest to horrify respective parents, all return home only late in the afternoon. A good session of scrubbing and scouring self and then a hungry stomach yearning for food coalesces to provide a long-sleep-hangover.

Frankly, the festival is not as dirty (rather veggie) as I describe it to be but I’ll like to believe experiences maketh a man. However, it is a must for updating memory doses once a year.

Recently my encountered with a golden colored man updated my invention knowledge of such colors to what I considered a “just-gulal” festival.

And so, the look on the man’s face contented me to believe “All that glitters is not gold!”

And so a color-water sans holi is my choice. :)