A little masti a little gulal

Holi is the mark and a way to say good bye to the cold and chilly winter and welcoming the spring with a rainbow of colors. It is a festival of colors when all the children and adults gather on the streets and apply gulal of different colors on each other. Holi is the festival when a flood of memories transport me back to my hometown and my childhood. We children used to throw buckets of colored water and water balloons on the passers by from our terrace. The night before huge bonfires were lit, effigies of the demon Holika was burned to symbolize the triumph of good over evil. It is also the celebration of the grains having matured and they are offered to please the Gods. It is the only day when we wear our old clothes and don’t mind getting color stained. There is an atmosphere of merriment all over. It’s a day to throw away worries and enjoy. Every nook and corner presents a colorful sight.

We kids formed tolis or gangs as we sang, danced and threw colors on each other. Similar gangs could be seen every where. There was not a single lane street or compound that did not resound with the shouts of Holi Hai Holi is one of my favorite festivals. While playing Holi I was always most concerned about my hair   as I have long hair. My mother always applied coconut based hair oil as it acts as a protective layer for my hair against the colors and summer heat. We played so much with colors that it was always exhausting. But eating delicious gujiyas and samosas rejuvenated me. In the childhood Holi meant sheer fun. Our Holi day started with sprinkling gulal on the idol of Lord Krishna. Home made Gujiyas were offered as bhog. My mother used to make gulal at home by grinding dried flowers due to which the whole house smelt of flowers and
chandan. Red colour was made with rose flowers, yellow color with haldi and white
color with chameli flowers. Then we helped to make Kanji, a cool drink made with vada. A special thali filled with color was kept in the verandah. Then starting from the eldest as a sign of respect, everyone would put some color on each other. Home made Gujiya, samosas, snacks and kanji were served to everyone. On Holi day, there are no constraints. You can put as much color on anyone and drench anyone repeatedly. Nowadays the celebrations on Holi are different. Due to chemical reactions, skin allergies people stay away from colors. The times are different now. On the day of Holi people should feast together, it is a festival for all regardless of differences in age, sex, status and caste. We kids used to smear and throw colors almost everywhere and on everyone including buildings, animals and the people. For me Holi is set out with colors, water-guns, balloons, mithais, thandai and lots of excitement, and is the most awaited festival of India. Majority of the kids, like me eagerly waited for its arrival. We had a rip roaring fantastic time. I may not be a kid any more but I have decided to play #KhulKeKheloHoli

So what are you going to do this Holi?



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

Come play Holi

Each one of us has memorable childhood memories of playing Holi. As a child, I would wake up at 5 o'clock in the morning and start filling all the balloons with water and keep them in a bucket.
Everybody from our society used to gather on the terrace by around 9 or10 o'clock. We all used to throw balloons on people's head and shout Happy Holi. We would play loud music on the roof and get drenched in water.We used to have sweets and play holi with friends and relatives and sometimes with strangers who became friends afterwards. We would throw balloons on people from the balcony. It was a lot of fun. For us in the building it was always 'Girls vs. Boys' which would be a lot of fun. Entire streets and neighborhoods were drenched in color. Everyone was so immersed in red, purple, green and yellow colors that one could not distinguish one from the other. 
There was joy, playfulness, a reaching out to friends and strangers. We spent hours filling buckets of water preparing to have water-balloon-fights with our friends. The night before Holi friends came over to help us fill lots of water balloons in preparation for the balloon fights with friends and neighbors. By the end of the day everyone was multicolored. Holi was an all time favorite festival for me always. Initially I used to declare that I will not play with colors and would stay at home then I used to slyly sit with a bucket on my terrace and throw water on my friends. They used to keep guessing from where the water is coming. Honestly, I used to love that. All I can say is those days were totally fun. I used to sing my favorite holi song Holi Ke Din from the film Sholay and color one and all. 
It was funny to see people behaving strange when they consumed bhang. Market places were flooded with new style pichkaris and we as kids used to ask our parents to get the latest design Pichkaris for us and to drench everybody in the town. My mother also started her preparations early for the holi festival as she made loads of gujiyas, papri, and dahi vadas for the family, guests and relatives. There was great excitement among one and all. Bright colors of gulal filled the air and people took turns in pouring color water over each other. We took special delight in spraying colors on one another with our pichkaris and throwing water balloons on the passers by. Women and senior citizens formed groups or tolis and moved in colonies applying colors and exchanging greetings. Songs, dance on the rhythm of dholak and mouthwatering
Holi delicacies were the best part of the celebrations and I wish that Holi would come more often.




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

An open letter to my Love

Dear Love,
                   You are Tall, Dark and Handsome .If your being TDH was not enough you even have a bike and ride it like John Abraham this is another way of yours to sweep us girls off our feet. You make my heart miss a beat every time you look in the rear mirror of your bike flex your biceps and triceps as you pull out your comb from your rear pocket and comb your hair. Your confidence speaks volumes about your personality that you do not even care that your dandruff may be falling on your shoulders or going into the eyes of those sitting behind you on your bike. Is this your idea of showering your love on your beloved?
You surely do believe in “Saath Jiyenge aur Saath Marenge” meaning we will live together and die together other wise why do you keep smoking when ever you are with me and kill me slowly by way of passive smoking. Have you not seen the Sunny Leone advt. which says that each cigarette reduces up to 11 minutes of your life and yet you say you want to live with me? If smoking kills you then how do you plan to spend the rest of your life with me?
On one hand you want to hold my hand and walk the path of your life with me where as when you have had a few drinks them you can hardly stand let alone walk with me. Thereupon you insist on driving despite knowing that drinking and driving do not go together.
You are the dude who keeps combing and setting his hair after every 15 minutes yet you do not seem to bother to care for what is beneath your hair for you never wear a helmet.
So dear love even my fasting for you on Karva Chauth every year cannot save you from your sad end.
So if you love me then stay alive long enough to be with me and take a kasam that
you would Quit Smoking so both of us may live healthy together.
Don't drink and drive because I would be waiting for you everyday to come back home safe and sound.
Be safe on the roads and also do not be a traffic hazard to others.
So if you are ready to live with me and take all these Kasam's and follow them then take one more final Kasam.
You would get yourself a good anti dandruff shampoo and use it always so that let your love be the only thing that blinds me sitting next to you and it’s not your dandruff!

 “I’m blogging about the kasams I want from my man this Women’s Day with the #SadaSexy activity at BlogAdda in association with Set Wet.”

For my sada sexy partner

We both know that wedding vows, personalities, responsibilities and many other things will differ from marriage to marriage. Husbands and wives should be able to expect certain things from one another. Always speak the truth and don't keep secrets from me. Real promises are needed for a healthy partnership, which are different for each couple.

You are my eternal #SadaSexy love and partner and I cannot think of a life without you.
I want your promise to love me more than you love any one else.
I want your promise to respect your boundaries, and you can expect the same in return. We'll both be healthier and happier because of it.
I want your promise to never intentionally hurt me, and expect the same from me.
I want your promise to listen with an open mind and an open heart.
I want your promise to forgive me for my flaws as you expect me to forgive your flaws.
I want your promise to honor my dreams and fears and to understand me for who I am.
I want your promise to make time for me and spend quality time together.

Loving what I know of you, trusting what things I will discover. I will respect you as a person, a partner, and an equal. My #SadaSexy I was yours and I am devoted to you in every way. I will be a joy to your heart and food for your soul. To learn with you and grow with you, even as time and life change us both. I promise to laugh with you in the good times and struggle alongside you in the bad times. I promise to respect you and cherish you as an individual, a partner, and an equal. I will support you, push you, inspire you, and above all love you. I will be your partner in all of life’s #SadaSexy adventures. Loving what I know of you and trusting what I don’t yet know. As your companion, I will seek to be open and honest with you. I vow to spend my life cultivating my love and care for you, for our family, and for all living things. Our #SadaSexy relationship is my most important consideration; it gives me strength, and I vow to put every effort into strengthening it in turn through honesty, faithfulness, and patience. For all the days that we live with one another, I promise to spend each day working to become a #SadaSexy truer version of myself, and I will do my utmost to help you do the same. You are my greatest supporter and my biggest fan. I am so lucky. You are my best #SadaSexy life time friend. 

 “I’m blogging about the kasams I want from my man this Women’s Day with the #SadaSexy activity at BlogAdda in association with Set Wet.”