A colourful festival

I feel like I am back in school writing essays but if I choose to write about the country then I can not miss its festivals . And India is a barrel full of festivals with its 28 states, 7 union territories and 18 major languages(1600 dialects), each having their own name and way of celebrating these festivals. It’s that time of the year when I do not venture out of my home. Yes, people its HOLI. It’s not like I have always avoided this celebration. In fact few years back during my high school board exams I was an enthusiastic participant of this festival of colours. However the excitement died down with growing up years and now with a husband who is absolutely wary of this festival, its only for our daughter that the ‘gulal’ finds its way to our household.

Mythology has different versions about ‘holi celebrations’:

One story goes about the Asur king Hiranyakashipu(demon king) who procured a boon of not getting killed in either day or night, skies or ground and neither by human or animal. He considered himself invincible, thus. He was against worship of Lord Vishnu, so much so, that he tried to kill his own son because he was an ardent devotee. Hiranyakashipu asked for help from his sister ‘Holika’ who also had a boon of not getting burned by fire. The aunt Holika  sat on a pyre with her nephew in her lap. But instead of Prahlad (the nephew) , holika got burned. To this day Holi is burned denoting the end of evil.

Another story goes about Vrindavan-Brij, where lord Krishna used to playfully smear colour on Radha’s face and all ‘gopis’- the women folk tried to drive away Krishna and other men by hitting them with sticks. Even now ‘lath maar’ holi is played in Braj. Folk- songs epitomize Radha -Krishna love and the holi that they celebrated-

श्याम पिया मोरी रंग दे चुनरिया

ऐसी पिया मोरी रंग दे चुनरिया

धोबिया धोए चाहे ये सारी उमरिया

लाल न रंगाऊँ मैं , हरी न रंगाऊँ

अपने  ही रंग में रंगदे चुनरिया…

There is a story about Kaamdev- the god of love who had to face the ire of Lord Shiva after he broke Shiva’s trance to make him fall in love with goddess Parvati. He was gifted his life back on this day and even today offerings of mango are made for him.


Celebrations involve smearing  wet colors with ‘pichkaris’ or dry colors with palms on each other and retorting cheekily ‘bura na mano holi hai’. Manipur has six days long celebrations of Holi. In the state of West Bengal this festival is celebrated as’ dol yatra’.

The ill practice of consuming ‘bhaang’ and liquor however certainly mars the celebrations because intoxication provokes some men to indulge in rowdy and lewd behavior towards women.

However, once the children having played with wet colors to their fill return home, it is difficult for mothers like me to make them neat and clean again for the next day. The quality of colors is quite harmful and the color stays on for a minimum of three days before the skin reruns to its regular hue.

Bhaang, harmful colors, skin irritations etc -that apart,  all in all this festival is truly fun frolic filled. It marks the end of winters and beginning of  spring season and starts the ‘Vasanta Utsav’.

This is how my daughter looks after playing Holi–


About shoma abhyankar

I like to believe that I am a creative person. I read, write, paint, sketch, rustle up some quick and some elaborate meals for friends and family, love chess, su-doku and scrabble, can hum an old Hindi song tentatively, always stand up for women rights, hate fake people, bugs, roaches, spiders and cigarette smokers!! I graduated with a degree of Bachelor of Architecture in 1998. Soon after, I married an officer in Indian Air Force and have been on move since then. For a brief time of two years when we were posted in Pune, I worked as a junior architect in a firm. Being aware of frequent movement that we would have to live with, I chose to be a homemaker and concentrated on creating a warm and welcoming home for my family. But sitting at home without any creative activity was not my cup of tea. I learnt candle making and soon put up an exhibition at Poona Club when my daughter was barely a year old. I also enjoyed a short stint as a home-based entrepreneur, supplying chocolates and cakes on demand, while we were posted in Bareilly. With an inclination towards writing, I completed a diploma in ‘Creative Writing in English’ from Symbiosis College of Distance Learning, Pune. Then I discovered the blogosphere. Now I hope to not only travel and share my experiences with the world but also to pen a book someday....
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4 Responses to A colourful festival

  1. Nice article and Kruti’s photo is very nice! Such a looooong pichkari 🙂


  2. I love festivals . They are fun and colorful. I grew up around fiestas so this post reminds me of home. Thank you….


  3. Sony Fugaban says:

    Colourful, indeed! That young girl looks so beautiful even with those paints on her face.


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