Today is Holi, and people try to fill colours in their life by colouring each other. I do not know how much they succeed in doing that, but sure they try a lot. I like holi, but I like the eating part, not the colour part. I don’t know what the problem is but people always colour my hair more than my face, and sometimes people touch some weird parts of my body that it would pass for a molestation case on any other normal day, but today is Holi, so they will tell you ‘Bura Mat Mano’. My Ass.
Anyways , so this time I thought of escaping the colour part. So I found a person who shared my views and we planned an early morning walk, and then to sleep in the morning(at our respective homes you naughty minds!) So was it, I woke up at 0500 hours sharp. Called him up and asked him to get ready. After 20 more minutes we were out on the road. We started to walk on our old jogging route (we scraped off jogging because of knee issues, getting old huhh…)
It was still dark and the breeze was cold, and fresh like the morning dew. Bhajans were rattling out from old speakers of some distant temples, it was wonderful. And we thought that we wont find many people on the road, and usually we never used to, but today we found not one or two but many of them. It turned out that everybody was going to the temple, all washed up and scented people this early in the morning, that means even God doesn’t get sleep the night before Holi. I was wondering, what would this just one day of extra special effort would do, is it enough to flatter god, or is this all a part of satisfying our own beliefs and fears. My friend said even God would say “ohh too many people, I cant concentrate on everybody so I will consider only ladies”. “Ladies with big boobs” I added. We saw some beautiful girls going inside that temple as well, and we did our daily chorus, that is to check out the girl and move on. After few more yards it was quiet again except few insomniac dogs and people carrying bottles, going for you know what.
Though we were not able to see the Sun, but we could sense its presence by the increasing daylight, but thank goodness the breeze was still full of oxygen and I was trying to fill my lungs with it every now and then. We found some cannabis plants on the edges of the road, well who said its illegal, we stuffed our pockets with the cannabis leafs, and started planning how to consume this passport to the third world. While planning all this we passed through two or three villages. And let me tell you that few people in the village have amazing houses, and I m not saying about their size only, it’s the architecture. I am not a qualified architect, but it looked cool and trendy. I and my friend were thinking do these people having such houses have any daughters, we can always marry them. My friend even designed a matrimonial advertisement for us. Young handsome boy, looking for a girl with rich father and no siblings!, colour, age, caste no bar. Any kind of disability will be accepted. Let me tell you I found it pretty awesome, and I think if anybody tried this trick, he would certainly find someone. You never know what a weird world this is.
Well sun was up in the sky and we could feel some wearing effect in our legs, after all we were walking for the past two hours, and trip was yet not over. Somewhere near 0700 hours we passed through another village, and few chirpy kids were waiting with their pichkaaris and colours for us to come near. We were not in a mood to finish the rest of the trip in wet clothes so first we told them not to do anything as we were sick (lame, even kids didn’t buy it) and the started shooting from their pichkaaris, we retreated a bit, and once they finished we knew it would take some time to re-fill those damn pichkaaris, so we ran ahead and tried to cross them before they do it again. But one of the kids was smarter than the rest, he took the bucket and tried pouring water on us, we were fortunate to escape without any mark from that assault, but few others were not as we saw from far away those kids scaring big ones, for just one day. It followed with one of the many field stretches and the nice smell of earth and the wheat. In the village we could smell the smoke coming out of burning cow dung cakes. I love that smell, it reminds me of my own village and the simplicity of life. We saw women making fres cow dung cakes in the fields and the walls of their home. We women were sweeping and cleaning their houses. I cannot describe it completely as I cannot describe and add the background sounds at the same time, but believe me, it was soothing for the soul.
Now we were near our homes and still we had no clue about what to do with the leafs, so we decided to go to our smoking corner ask that guy what to do with it (one of the lame excuses we use, whenever we want to smoke). We reached their and helped ourselves with cigarettes and enquired about the consuming procedure, he told us to make bhang ke pakode and told us the pretty simple basic recipe. Well where can we cook those pakodas, certainly not our homes unless we wanted us to be kicked by parents. So we decided that we will think about it later, for now it was pretty late, and we both were tired and sleepy. And it was over three hours of continuous walking except for a couple of pee breaks. Well I came home, ate a bit and slept. Now its almost 1300 hours and I am still thinking what to do with the leafs. Happy holi people.
