Holi is all about "Colors" and "Bhaang"..said who? Deconstructing the constructed tradition is fun...ain't it?:)

Rejoicing in your style

When you think you missed out on something, just recreate the fun you’re craving for. Moreover, the saying “Better late than never” will rationalize your deed. Day before yesterday was Holi, one of the festivals where fun knows no bound. But with final exams a week ahead you will be compelled to that think celebrating with books is a better choice.

“Dude..Guess what?? We played Holi under the sprinkler in the football ground”, narrated two of my hostel friends. It was evident that my friends enjoyed playing Holi with the not so pure water at the football ground in college. Fun is contagious and your immune system cannot fight it if you’re a fun-loving soul. “Guys, let us celebrate Holi now,” these words by my friend/room-mate Ishita were enough to create the spark of enjoyment. No second thoughts about the celebration and we all were under the shower. We had no colors, nor did we have the famed Holi drink which we call Bhaang. Our only Holi equipment was the shower! The shower was turned on and we splashed the cold water at each other, danced to the vocals of our favorite bathroom songs and most importantly we entirely forgot we had exams next week. “Is it raining outside?” and “Oh, they played Holi!” were the two comments made by people who spotted us after our post Holi celebration. The first comment triggered my amusement neurons. It’s quite filmy when one drinks tea after getting wet in the rain, and we did not hesitate to follow the same trend. The only change in the script was that we were drenched in an artificial shower.

It was a different Holi which lasted just for a few minutes. You must be wondering what’s the fun of Holi without colors, right? Well in a symbolic sense, the color of happiness is the safest and the best color ever. We were high without Bhaang and sipping on the hot tea got us back to our senses.

It’s 11.45pm now and my nose is water-logged, the consequence of the fun I had two hours back which was quite foreseeable. However, I don’t repent even a bit. As at the moment all I can imagine is that thirty five years from now I would have an unique memory to narrate to my grandchildren. And I am assuming they would respond, “Granny, we did not know you had such crazy fun in hostel.” 

©songbriti