Holi festival was never celebrated with much pomp at my parent’s place except for the fact that we as kids were more concerned about the colours of Holi. However, today when I saw children screaming and playing around in the society, it literally made me nostalgic. When the festival of colours would be around the corner, me and brother would start with our arrangements because it was a holiday to remember. These beautiful childhood Holi memories really made our life colourful, but I feel sad for the fact that we can’t revisit those days in our adulthood.
Digging Out Old Clothes
You might find funny after reading this, but yes, we would hunt for our old clothes. People give away old clothes, but we preserved them for Holi. My brother was and remains to be systematic by arranging the clothes properly, but I was a nuisance. I would either pull them all out from the wardrobe or lay them on the floor. It wouldn’t end here, but I would anger my mom to the highest peak to not only clean the mess but also to choose my clothes. It is funny now, but in those days, I’ve had my share of bashing from my mom!
Shopping Best Holi Colours And Pichkaris
This was our favourite activity. We would accompany our mom to the market and buy Holi colour powder, pichkaris (water gun) and water balloons. I hated water balloons because my brother would hit me hard, but they were purely mandatory. Me and my brother would fight over the water guns – size, shape, but our mom would rescue us from the confusion. Gulal was our favourite colour but yes, we have bought and played with silver and golden colours too. The best part – there was never unnecessary bickering about buying organic colours for Holi or know gulal making process, etc. Rather, we would buy natural colours for Holi and our mother was an expert in choosing the best for us.
Now that we were done with our shopping, we would attend the function of Holi Dahan. Our society would hold a special celebration by lighting a huge bonfire called Holika with ingredients like dry cow dung cake, grass, sugar, gulal, flowers, etc., to commemorate this festival. My mom was a regular in performing pooja of Holika. The ladies would sing mesmerizing Holi songs and we kids would dance around it. This particular event would bring all the society members together, despite their differences.
Applying Creams and Oil From Head To Toe
Finally, the day of playing with colours dawned. This one particular day, we were allowed to take showers very late. Our mother enthusiastically would make all the arrangements – keeping the water ready, keeping pichkaris in place and so on and so forth. However, before that we had strict warning to apply oil / creams on our body because our mom was very cautious about our skin.
Drooling Over Puranpoli
Dancing On The Tunes Of Hit Holi Songs
Who doesn’t like to dance on the tunes of evergreen hit songs? In those days, TV especially Doordarshan and radio were our only companions for entertainment. All day, both these mediums would play super hit Holi songs from Hindi movies that were foot-tapping as well as mesmerizing.
My mom has been very vigilant when it comes to water usage and she continues to practice even now. So, our mom would fill only 1-2 buckets and we kids stringently had to adjust with that quantity. We had an extra water pipe too, but that was strictly prohibited. And it was permitted only if we were a huge group, but that too with a very limited force. I am feeling so proud, that my mom has been an observant since then! Love you Ma for this!
Flaunting Our Colourful Faces
Finally, after the colourful festival, it was time to flaunt those colours in school. More brighter the colour, more the popularity! In fact, the intensity of the colours decided our level of enjoyment, especially on the ears and face. However, in today’s time colours are a big NO-NO especially on the face, but that time, “daag acche the” (stains were good)!
This is how colourful our childhood Holi memories were! We enjoyed to the core and our parents made sure that they cater to our every need! Not just this, but they also made sure to impart knowledge festival and celebration. These were our memories and it was no less than a joyride!