Today ,is the festival of Holi ,a full fledged observed holiday in India….
With shops closed & children as well as adults busy playing the game of colours on each other….I just like the simple red powder, called as gulal to be applied on me….the other colours ,all mixed, or rather u can call it cross breed are a pain for the eyes….& the balloons filled with dirty water thrown on anyone by anybody just bugs me…
The beauty of the traditional way of playing Holi has been lost somewhere…..How I long for it….But times are changing & I have to move with the times …I ve to bear the balloons & the cross breed powders along with the changing times….
But ,one thing that hasn’t changed are the mouthwatering delicacies served ….I can gobble just all of them at one go……So what, if one is diabetic ?…..that worry can be kept aside for a day….as these are little joys that keep us going on in life……
The afternoons ,that is after 2 pm ,the pin drop silence on the roads is as peaceful as an holiday in some far away place….the people have taken a retreat…..maybe to have their grub & to wash off their multi coloured faces …..
The local railway stations, the bazaar ,always busy with no space to inch forward ,is empty today…..hawkers having a nap, & some playing cricket on the deserted roads,making the most of what time can offer…..
In the evenings one can usually see an ocean of people in malls & other shopping places…..what with so many discounts & offers that has been advertised……cinema halls showing a housefull board & hotels having a long queue outside…..as is very common even on normal holidays or sundays….
Interesting….all festivals are meant to be like this, to be enjoyed, to be crazy….
Or else ,they cannot be termed as festivals, isn’t it ?