Rads’s post on Holi sent me back on a trip down memory lane. I have only ever celebrated Holi once. I hate being ‘dirtied’ in color and dreaded stepping out on ‘Holi’ should some enthusiastic stranger decide to anoint me with gulal. I escaped all my school years simply because Madras and specially the suburb I grew up in had very few people who celebrated.
College in Coimbatore was different though. There were occasional episodes of being unwillingly made colorful. The final year however, saw me and my friends plan to celebrate it. The details are hazy now, but I have memories of running in the ground near the stadium with a friend determined to apply color following me. A little while later, the bunch of us were summoned to the AO’s room and given a nice lecture on ‘decency and decorum’. I got a special lecture as well since the AO was friends with my father. I remember the boisterous feeling evaporate and feeling very small standing in front of him.
Looking back, I wonder if I never really enjoyed the festival because it is a festival of sponatenity and I saw myself as prim and practical? Or I felt it was something alien to me. Looking at all the holi wishes and pics on facebook makes me want to celebrate now.