This is by far the most fascinating of Indian festivals. I'm not adverse to joining in any of the said festivities associated with Holi, but experience tells me to stay the hell away. But then again, when its the final year and one decides to just let go. So I end up celebrating the festival of colors with muck, grease, tearing of each others clothes (thanks be to God that it wasn't the pants), Bhang(some dope drink with milk) and the kicker of the lot was an all guy celebration (because the tearing of clothes would have led to other not so decent behavior on part of the guys).
Experience has taught me not to shy away or hide when the vultures come banging at your door. You have got to be prepared with some face cream, a little oil in the hair and a shirt with no sentimental attachments. It is impossible to beat them, so the only alternative is to join them. A best defense is often the best offense. By this analogy, you open your room door with an open heart, a smile and say "happy holi". On receiving the showering of colors, you run with the group, and prey on other unsuspecting targets. The chances of getting color smeared on you is less likely if you look like you have already been defiled with the colors that will take a bit of washing to come off.
It takes one person to start with the ripping of a friends pocket, to cause a domino effect. Instead of again heading for cover, you offer yourself to be violated, and then rubs your fingers in glee and look at those targets with covering still intact. The evil laugh that then escapes (muhuhahahhahah) instigates the prey to run like never before. You may not take part in this barbaric activity but then again since its an activity most preferred by the wolves, its best to show delight in rather than shy away from.
One should also know when its time to leave. Its about the time when the guys who decide that since there are no girls around, to start looking and acting like some. The shirts partially ripped are then used as upper body coverings. Its not the intention of covering ones body that is disturbing. Its the way the said intention is carried out. To put in as bluntly as possible, the bare minimum is covered. The difference is that the rags cover up areas that are well not really needed(your a guy for crying out loud). The water then starts flowing and people are picked and dropped, rolled, splattered and god forbid smacked with wet mud. Its a good thing that a mud fight isn't instigated. Its about this time that one slowly slips away to the safety of your room.
(I would really love to share the disturbing images with you guys, but a certain feeling of me getting my ass kicked in the process forces me to refrain from posting the pictures)
Experience has taught me not to shy away or hide when the vultures come banging at your door. You have got to be prepared with some face cream, a little oil in the hair and a shirt with no sentimental attachments. It is impossible to beat them, so the only alternative is to join them. A best defense is often the best offense. By this analogy, you open your room door with an open heart, a smile and say "happy holi". On receiving the showering of colors, you run with the group, and prey on other unsuspecting targets. The chances of getting color smeared on you is less likely if you look like you have already been defiled with the colors that will take a bit of washing to come off.
It takes one person to start with the ripping of a friends pocket, to cause a domino effect. Instead of again heading for cover, you offer yourself to be violated, and then rubs your fingers in glee and look at those targets with covering still intact. The evil laugh that then escapes (muhuhahahhahah) instigates the prey to run like never before. You may not take part in this barbaric activity but then again since its an activity most preferred by the wolves, its best to show delight in rather than shy away from.
One should also know when its time to leave. Its about the time when the guys who decide that since there are no girls around, to start looking and acting like some. The shirts partially ripped are then used as upper body coverings. Its not the intention of covering ones body that is disturbing. Its the way the said intention is carried out. To put in as bluntly as possible, the bare minimum is covered. The difference is that the rags cover up areas that are well not really needed(your a guy for crying out loud). The water then starts flowing and people are picked and dropped, rolled, splattered and god forbid smacked with wet mud. Its a good thing that a mud fight isn't instigated. Its about this time that one slowly slips away to the safety of your room.
(I would really love to share the disturbing images with you guys, but a certain feeling of me getting my ass kicked in the process forces me to refrain from posting the pictures)
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