Carnival of Colours – “HOLI” day in India
Just for a moment imagining life without colours. “Difficult indeed”, all around, it is black and white. I did try to and I failed miserly.
Nature’s glory…the chlorophyll covers the carotenoid hence in summer the leaves are green in colour…world without colours would have made these cells ineffective. Nature in “black and white” colours…
Colours are such an integral part of our life, thinking of a life without colour was crazy…Yes, I wanted to be in that moment of craziness to experience a new world…the routine world was becoming predictable. I wanted a little of excitement and a detour from daily chores. It is never an easy proposition…to visualize life without colours.
As a child we always loved to play with colours…as we grow we lose the child within and the colour outside. Though the colour of the world has never faded, it continues to remain the same, our outlook changes. It gets coloured and we look at things differently. Life appears colourless, aspiration is depreciated and inspiration is hibernated. The desire to delve deep into the world of colours is eternal, but we discriminate ourselves as grown up and not to play with colours, no more a child’s play…playing with colours becomes the exclusive domain of children.
Why we get trapped in the self-imposed synthetic fence.
After all there is no such directive to bar us from being colourful and having fun with colours…it is the colour which defines the beauty of life.
Playing with colours, it is just not an isolated process or a limited affair confined to self, it is a spectrum of colours and we all want to see a spectacle. We all want to do it together, needs an unreserved participation of the community and do it with absolute fun and frolic…no hang ups and no hiccups in the riots of colour we want to indulge. The indulgence is purity of colour splashed with passion of joy.
It is a reality that one day it is free for all to indulge in colour, colour of love and colour of sharing and caring. The colour to express and the colour to connect with everyone…no barriers of age, caste, creed, gender, rich, poor and even colour; the freedom to spread the colours in its diversity, the colours in solid form i.e. the powder to the colours in liquid form i.e. the water…thereby being the harbinger of unity.
It is there in all hues, to blow and to glow…clean faces get transformed into a canvas for all to act as a painter to play with, the outcomes are mesmerizing modern form of art. It is like the expert artist with his magical brush to unleash his imagination on the drawing board…it is extended beyond the face and the entire body is converted into a canvas.
There is one day in a year in India is called as HOLI, the day celebrated with colours and is such a coincidence it matches the pre-fix to the “Holi-day”…it is quite obvious to designate holiday on this day in India. And it is not without the mythological story, though every mythology is not always clear of myths…albeit it always fascinating to know the folklore behind such festivity.
There is a legend to this day, the celebration of good over evil…a demon King Hiranyakashyap who wanted everybody to worship him and when his pious son Prahlad became a devote of Lord Vishnu, he wanted his son to be killed and asked his sister Holika to entire the blazing fire with Prahlad in her lap as she had the boon which made her immune to fire. Story goes that Lord Vishnu saved Prahlad and the evil-minded Holika was burnt to ashes, as the boon was applicable only when she entered the fire alone. Since that time people of India believing Hindu religion light a bonfire called Holika on the previous night and celebrate the victory of good over evil with colours on the day.
The apparatus of celebration have evolved with time, it cannot escape the mind’s experimentation, and the innovation was there to be embraced. It is just not about smoothly applying the colours on others face and body with hands, it is engineering the ejection of colours with well designed plastic guns to shooting with water filled balloons to pouring bucket filled colour water in an act of deception. An outbreak of war on colours…
It is about outsmart the opponent, it is about breaking the rules of decorum, and it is about creating colourful imagery and puppets to play.
It is indeed a carnival of colours…anyone and everyone can play the game, and like love and war, everything in this game is fair. The frolic and fight with colours are there to be seen across the open streets, on the park and in the parking lot of the apartments. It just doesn’t stop with the colour, in fact it starts with colour and the crescendo builds with music, song and dance…of course food.
It is war on ground, anybody seen without their face coloured is like getting caught in an ambush, the prey in the danger zone of the predator. He is hunted and hounded by all, he just can escape the assault, and it is a well orchestrated attack though instantly get designed never fails in its deployment, hits the target…bull’s eye.
It is the most boisterous of Hindu festivals in India…experience the colours of India through its most incredible festival of colours resonating with the vibrancy of spring…
Happy Holi to all my dear friends!!!