One of my Holi memories from Delhi |
Holi
passed without holiday, without colours, without pollution. My relief knows no
bounds.
Holi
is one of the festivals I dreaded when I lived in Delhi. It meant
breathlessness after people leave you having dumped as much filth on your body
as possible. The other was Diwali. It meant dumping filth into the air. Again, I was left breathless. Asthalin inhaler and Otrivin nasal drops
saved me on both occasions.
I
would have loved to enjoy both the festivals from a safe distance. If people want to throw whatever they want on
other people and call it festivals, it is their business. Who am I to question that? But the problem is that they insisted on
throwing at least some of that on me.
Even if I sat at home with my door bolted they would come ringing the
bell. “I am allergic,” I would
plead. “Only a little bit,” they would
claim. Everyone throws a little bit of
their love in the form of some powder or liquid or firework smoke.
Holi
and Diwali. I seem to have escaped them.
No one celebrates any of these in my village in Kerala.
I
was a little surprised to see youngsters from a college near my home covered
with Holi colours yesterday. College
students just want a reason to throw filth on each other, I guess. But, unlike
in Delhi, they didn’t throw it on passers-by.
They only exhibited their own Holi-coloured selves to others. That’s fine.
I’m grateful to my destiny, at least for now.
But
I wish Happy Holi to all my friends to whom the festival means a lot. I respect their sentiments.
I
wish everyone respected other people’s sentiments.
people have polluted the festivals forgetting their real essence and message
ReplyDeleteI was shocked to see video of certain Holi 'celebrations' in some colleges of Kerala. Students behaved like hardcore criminals in the name of putting colours on others. In fact, cases have been registered against many students.
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