Diagnose Holi

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“Holi is the festival of colours.” We all have been taught this phase ever since we were little lollipop sucking cuties but as the time passed by this festival of colour also changed its meaning in Delhi. Now not much people show their inclination towards this festival much here, fortunately I too contribute in the majority. I don’t like getting out of my house. Yes, you heard it so correct – I restrain myself into my room. But this doesn’t mean I don’t like this joyful festival. I like it as much as people in Mathura do but the meaning behind this festive mood in Delhi has got a new face all together over past couple of years.


With the change of ode in understanding, a peculiar trend of celebrating Holi was born and is nourishing now at its full swing; I call it “Tacky Holi”. Celebrating Holi in some parts of Delhi baffles me. People either out of their sheer boring life or no-wife life makes this festival a festival of cries.
If you’re wondering what the heck, am I trying to testify or how does this anyhow relates my No-No for holi then let me enlighten you—


I have been closely tracking Holi from past two years; each year manifests my belief into a rigid concrete surface. Recently, Holi news that is making a stir is “Man threw Acid on Girl from his Pichkari”. Such headlines make me wonder, what the girl did. She was just walking by. People over-drink and pick up fights against any random pedestrian. This turns ugly when both of them abuse at the pinnacle of their heavy-broken-machine-alike-voices. It does not feels nice when family is near and loud abuses you have to bear, neither I can enjoy the street drama nor can I curse them. Eventually police embarks and cuts the roadside entertainment but this entertainment also leaves a question behind, what if you were a part of this street drama. Holi gives liability to touch and throw colours and balloons and this makes worse for girls. Street and sexual harassment are off the charts on this day of year.



My eyes are sensitive towards any external agent entering them. Before someone puts Gulal on my face, I first retaliate and ask what is in it? Before I could get my answer; their so called pure Gulal fills up each corner of my face. I end up cursing them soon my eyes starts showing reddishness in them.


People to prove they are the toughest "Holi Player" around, carries grease with them. I remember, once not-so-pretty-faced boy (call him disgrace to ape's face) poured grease on my face, it excruciated my eyes. People with sensitive eyes can even turn blind with such heinous acts. “Think before you act” is the most appropriate verse for them.


Gang of bikers with vibrant faces drives unlike humans and calls dibs on the roads. It is apparent that they have an itch to preen their awesome driving techniques. Ignoring who is on the road they perform their stunts. 
The most enjoyable moment comes when one of them slips off the bike while doing such perturbing activity.


People who are drunk, gets lost in their own heaven to such a extent that they cannot even differentiate between humans and non humans. I saw a man mumbling into his own solitude turned brown dog into green alien. Yes the act was enjoyed by the crowd and most importantly, by the dog himself. 

| I suppose Holi will never be the same as it used to be a decade ago.