As a subdued bundle of misery who’s allergic to any kind of enthusiasm, staying in the capital of Punjab seems to have been quite a tortuous experience. For the simple reason that here, everything seems like an expression of overjoyed pre-party drinks and chicken.
(I’m kidding, there’s more to Punjab than the Balle Balle stereotype it floats on).
HOWEVER. I do believe that Holi is best celebrated up here in the North. Because we’re the most colourful people all year round, and on this particular day, we get to spread this disease of ours to the dull and lifeless folk (example, me).
But among this colour throwing and water bombing, we tend to get far too carried away. And now I don’t just speak for the North, I speak for the whole country.
There are all kinds of people everywhere, good ones and bad ones. People who will respect the sanctity of the festival and people who will see it as an excuse to create nuisance. My entire problem is with the use of force on Holi. All kinds of nonsense is tolerated on this day under the label ‘Bura na maano Holi hai.’ Children aiming balloons at the elderly, rowdy bikers targeting women on the road and nearly everyone running after animals with bags of multi-coloured chemicals.
What’s worse is the replacement of colours with food items and sometimes even mud and what not. This is not only a clear disconnect from the cause of the day but also from basic civic sense.
Cleaning ourselves after hours of playing Holi is of no use, if we aren’t able to cleanse the dirt within.
About The Author
Samreen Chabra (MCM College 36)
18 years old. Writer. Theatre Artist. As a writer I don’t restrict myself at all and experiment with genres as much as I can. Writing for me has always been about introducing a new line of thought, or just something to ponder upon. More precious than the content, is the feeling that comes along with it. And I hope to give my readers the same heartening experience.