Holi

Am a prize idiot. When I booked tickets way back in November, I assumed ten days off. Booked return on the 1st of March. Realised a month back that 1st was Holi. Idiot.

That picture is from early mid-90s. I am not in it. Possibly somewhere in the periphery plotting world domination. But I loved Holi. Till the boys got hormonal. But I still like it. The sheer madness of it. Colours, mud, slush, what’s not to like. The last rowdy Holi I played was on the TISS campus, where it got very very muddy.

Anyhow, am sure you get enough of the happy Holi type songs. You know – bhang infused joyous declarations of love and revelry. Here’s a more melancholy one.

An utter favourite, and such a lovely thought – Who do I play Holi with, having been left alone by my beloved? Yes, very cheesy and dramatic, but gives you some deep sighs.