Of all the Indian Festivals that we celebrate, Holi has always been my favorite. For one, you don’t dress up. You dress down. I mean, which festival allows you to be dressed in your oldest clothes and still have the best time ever? You don’t wear make-up, but drench yourself in colors to be one with nature. You don’t go on a diet to look perfect for this occasion and you definitely don’t spend loads of money to enjoy a truly beautiful festival such as Holi.


I have the fondest childhood memories of growing up in a colony full of kids and Holi was one festival we all eagerly looked forward for irrespective of our religions. I remember my Dad wrapping a coconut in a red cloth and placing it in the Holika wishing all the evil to be burnt in that auspicious fire. The sight of those soaring flames dancing in harmony and specks of golden ashes flowing in the air always held me mesmerized. Coming from a South Indian family, we never made any Holi delicacies, but luckily our Maharashtrian neighbors and friends would bring us plate full of warm, Ghee laden Pooran Poli’s which would make my day so much happier.

As kids, I remember how we used to avoid walking past any buildings fearing that a water balloon would find its home on our heads or backs. Generally, Holi for us would begin a good 3-4 days in advance and invariably one of the days we would return from school with splashes of blue ink strewn across our snowy white shirt-uniform. That we had to later bear the brunt of our mischief from folks at home is another story altogether 😉 On the Rang Panchami day, I would prep myself up by selecting the darkest shade of clothes, oil my hair with Parachute coconut oil (I challenge anyone who didn’t use one) and even apply a little oil on my hands and face too. Once ready, armed with Pichkari and packets of colors, I would gear up to face a battle of The Quickest. In our colony, not only kids but adults too reveled in this festival of colors. It was most fun to be the first to pour water and colors on someone who has just walked out of their homes all clean and dry and then cheekily say, “Bura na maano, Holi Hai!”. The stunned faces were always delight. By noon, when it would be wrap up time, I would return home content, bearing the biggest smile for I have  spent a day with friends creating memories which we will laugh at, for years to come.



I played Holi as a kid and then as a youngster too, but when I got married and moved to a new place it was a different scenario. People in our building were new to us and most preferred keeping to themselves. Holi wasn’t the same without our friends, Work kept us busy and so for a couple of years I did not play Holi at all. And then Miracle happened. Baby E came into our lives. On turning 3, he geared up to play Holi and we were equally excited too. That year we ventured out in our society, hoping E’s first Holi would be memorable and what a lovely experience it was helping us make new friends. Now, for the last 3 years I have been enjoying Holi just like I used to when I was a little girl, all Thanks to our son who has bought childhood back into our lives.

heart“I’m pledging to #KhulKeKheloHoli this year by sharing my Holi memories at BlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed.”

Watch this beautiful video. Let this Holi evoke a sense of Joy and a yearning to be young forever in our hearts.

x Happy Holi x



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24 thoughts on “Joy of Colors

  1. I never liked Holi, but reading the first paragraph of your post, I am amazed how it is a low-maintenance festival. I dreaded those balloons and colors. I was not comfortable with it. Yes, applying oil was always recommended.

    You son looks happy smeared in all the colors and fun. Happy Holi to you and yours.

    1. Hey Saru. Thanks. I know many friends who don’t enjoy Holi with the fear of either getting hurt or damaging their skin. However, with my years of Holi playing experience I can assure you that when surrounded with sensible people this festival can be a truly fun experience. :-) Yes, my son looks forward for Holi every year with great excitement. Happy Holi to you and your family too xx

  2. I prefer dry Holi, but it always turns into wet messy Holi. :(
    Good account in your post.
    Happy celebrations to you! Have fun with your son! :)

    1. Well, I too venture out with just colors in my hands but eventually end up drenched. I think with kids around it is difficult to have a dry Holi. :-)

  3. Happy Holi Jyothi, it is one of the most wonderful festivals, I feel that this is one festival which unites the young and old alike, the joy of colours indeed.

    1. Indeed Vinay. I have seen many a grumpy faces beam with smile on Holi day and strangers turn into acquaintances just by a pinch of color.

  4. Like Indrani said, I too prefer a dry holi but can’t stop it from turning messy! You seem to enjoy heaps with your kiddo! Wishing you a very Happy Holi from team TSS :) Enjoy!

    1. Thank you Maitreni. E is my excuse to do all the things that I enjoyed as a kid 😉

  5. The first picture got me reading the whole of it and of course the post made me nostalgic.
    Mum would always ensure that I oiled my face, hands and hair before heading out to play colors.

    1. Hey Piya. I am doing my best to write something every now and then. But, not very active on FB so missing out on each other :-)

  6. Few things can replace the joy of playing Holi with your friends. It can leave you sulking and lonely when you are away from your friends and loved ones. I am glad you have rediscovered the old joy through Baby E’s passion for colours.

    1. Hi Umashankar. Holi without friends is indeed incomplete. And kids are such a joy to be around on such a lively festival x

  7. As a kid I have enjoyed Holi so much with colony friends. This post of yours is bringing back all the good memories. And ya…you rightly pointed out this is one festival which is so easy on pockets. Hope you had a great Holi this time too :)

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