Holi-Day

It was the first sincerely played Holi for me. When I was a child, I  loved wetting others with my small pichkari. In school, I used to run and hide and somehow always escape with minimum damages. This boring routine continued in college too.

But, this time it was different: I wanted to play Holi voluntarily. So me and Karlos, decided to start a new conversation thread on gmail devoted to calling and asking people of our gang to come to college, though Karlos himself did not come. What would you call it: double-crossing, back-stabbing or what. He has a lot of explaining to do…

I had some other works too(read project with ANG sir) and thus, I came early(read 10) and went straight to his room. While I was writing abstract(somehow it is the most important thing of a paper) with sir, time flew. Then I thought, well lets see, Is there any class going on today? So, I take leave of sir, at 11:30, to go straight to class. I had not even entered the class, that wicked comes from behind and start throwing balloons at me. He threw 2 and the third burst open since we were both trying to get it. Then there were other things like Pushy bursting my own balloon into me with a big blow of his hand on my stomach. I was out of breath for whole 2 minutes. Then there was Himanshu bursting an egg on my head(yuck! the only thing I was upset about, since I am a veggie), Ganja starting with pakke colors on me. Then I was in, and Holi started.

The next 2 hours were spent plotting, running after new-comers, using different types of colors on people. Worse was the fate of new-comers, nearly all of us came to get them.

Some interesting instances :

1. Wicked : We are armed with AK-47s(we had pakke colors) while they (Varun and Party) are still playing with handguns(gulal). Lets get them.   

2. Mukki makes an entry in Nescafe campus (all black) without his spectacles looking an exact twin of AP.

3. Anubhav comes with a high-tech sprayer for colors which threw some blue soap sortta meterial which was eventually used in making beards of people.

4. Pushy showing off his six-packs. Pushy lifting me up on his shoulders… I hadn’t realised how tall he is, till now. I think it will be nice to be him, getting a helicopter view of everything.

5. Me coming back after washing some color and Oye coming from behind to put more on my recently cleaned face. I should have guessed his intentions while he was musing: “Tu toh jaldi saaf ho gaya”.

6. Assim was taking a photo with his digicam which has multiple face recognition algo in it and while the cam detected all other faces, it did not detect Santy’s face. Well I must say it was not camera’s fault, since his face was all black. But Assim in any case found a bug in the software.

Then after all this, we go to play cricket. And I have a realisation. I am the worst cricket player ever in the history of NSIT. I knew I am bad, but did not know that I am the worst. I made only 3 runs in 3 innings while running out my partner twice and dropping 3 catches in 3 matches. It was miserable(for me only though), the matches were otherwise good and close with lots of haggling over rules in between.

So at the end, we were all tired, could not remove the colors from our faces even after soaping them for long. So we trudged back to home. And, in the bus, getting some of the strangest looks. There was this one decent-looking guy, who kept staring and staring. He was sitting some 2-3 rows back, otherwise, maybe I would have confronted him with: “Have you never played holi, well I hadn’t too, until today that is”.

I come back home, and my mom is pleasantly surprised. She says, “I always thought you were afraid of colors.” Here are some pictures of this wonderful day below

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