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The facade of all beings living or dead (or non-living ones) is for one and all going to falter and get altered by the smear of pigment in the name of this grand brother-ly celebration of bonding that welcomes Spring. Although the Spring cleaning of the unknown melanin corrupting color is more like the season approaching but nevertheless we all more or less like to get indulged in this Desi version of La Tomatina that is not one percent near to the festival that has some rules and certainly isn't cool after the ordeal is over. And I keep myself at an one-hand distance of it, not because i fear they will smear the coloring substance of unknown origin on my face and teeth (and as history has proved, with my utter bewilderment, on my teeth too) but the fact that makes me maintain a social distance from this social celebration is the fact that I will have to shower scrub rub soap shampoo scratch sometimes claw and keep pouring pails of water until the skin or the epidermal layers of my skins are all gone along with the cell and tissues leaving only the figment of color that refuses to leave me alone. But hey its not about me so lets talk about other negatives are there that makes Holi unholy.
It's not like women in this 21st century need an extra excuse day atmosphere or reason to feel unsafe but the color spraying and throwing tradition brings out wild weird demons among those brutes who try to take advantage of such a pious occasion to get more comfortable, hiding under the mask of just the neighbor brother or a friend and the rest as we know is plain as a day. Also kids with rashes, pets with ulcers and elderly people with hemorrhaged eye are a common occasion to this just because some over-enthusiastic uncle tried to get adventures and hid the color under their hand and surprised you by suddenly throwing or smearing it on your face at you bedroom, kitchen dinning or your loft with taking into account the pet, the kid or the Nana-nani dadu-didima or your grandparents.
That's not all. The biggest threat is yet to come when you discover the innocent abir or gulal wasn't the regular thing you but but in it hid the vicious Mobil, monkey-pigment (yeah, it really makes a monkey of your face) and what not. The color brings diseases that harms you not i=only outside but inside too because it doesn't leave the day or after but after a week it is still there to remind you how all your buddies made you a coloring agent (talk about har ek friend kamina hota hain...) You touch your non-recognizable face and there is colour, touch your food it gets coloured and you sleep and wake up only to find your pillow; yeah now you realize it was white last night. I mean what the devil, But anyways Joy Kabiguru Rabindranath... I bow to thee..
If you have managed to put some color without getting drenched in the sewer (yeah that happens a lot) and no piss-filled balloon drenching you to the T, and without slipping on the unnoticed water near the stairs if you have managed to keep yourself scratch free and somewhere far from black junk that the youngsters these days pass off as colour; well, then Happy Holi....
Untill next time guys....NJOY...
The facade of all beings living or dead (or non-living ones) is for one and all going to falter and get altered by the smear of pigment in the name of this grand brother-ly celebration of bonding that welcomes Spring. Although the Spring cleaning of the unknown melanin corrupting color is more like the season approaching but nevertheless we all more or less like to get indulged in this Desi version of La Tomatina that is not one percent near to the festival that has some rules and certainly isn't cool after the ordeal is over. And I keep myself at an one-hand distance of it, not because i fear they will smear the coloring substance of unknown origin on my face and teeth (and as history has proved, with my utter bewilderment, on my teeth too) but the fact that makes me maintain a social distance from this social celebration is the fact that I will have to shower scrub rub soap shampoo scratch sometimes claw and keep pouring pails of water until the skin or the epidermal layers of my skins are all gone along with the cell and tissues leaving only the figment of color that refuses to leave me alone. But hey its not about me so lets talk about other negatives are there that makes Holi unholy.
It's not like women in this 21st century need an extra excuse day atmosphere or reason to feel unsafe but the color spraying and throwing tradition brings out wild weird demons among those brutes who try to take advantage of such a pious occasion to get more comfortable, hiding under the mask of just the neighbor brother or a friend and the rest as we know is plain as a day. Also kids with rashes, pets with ulcers and elderly people with hemorrhaged eye are a common occasion to this just because some over-enthusiastic uncle tried to get adventures and hid the color under their hand and surprised you by suddenly throwing or smearing it on your face at you bedroom, kitchen dinning or your loft with taking into account the pet, the kid or the Nana-nani dadu-didima or your grandparents.
That's not all. The biggest threat is yet to come when you discover the innocent abir or gulal wasn't the regular thing you but but in it hid the vicious Mobil, monkey-pigment (yeah, it really makes a monkey of your face) and what not. The color brings diseases that harms you not i=only outside but inside too because it doesn't leave the day or after but after a week it is still there to remind you how all your buddies made you a coloring agent (talk about har ek friend kamina hota hain...) You touch your non-recognizable face and there is colour, touch your food it gets coloured and you sleep and wake up only to find your pillow; yeah now you realize it was white last night. I mean what the devil, But anyways Joy Kabiguru Rabindranath... I bow to thee..
If you have managed to put some color without getting drenched in the sewer (yeah that happens a lot) and no piss-filled balloon drenching you to the T, and without slipping on the unnoticed water near the stairs if you have managed to keep yourself scratch free and somewhere far from black junk that the youngsters these days pass off as colour; well, then Happy Holi....
Untill next time guys....NJOY...
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