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A Holi-day of mixed feelings!

Finally Holi is over ! It is the least favorite of all the festivals that I celebrate- infact I would hide and pretend to be sick just to avoid being dunked with water and colors. For me it only looks good on screen...Amitabh serenading Rekha in an explicit illegitimate love relation and more recently the wild raucousness of Balam pichkari !
This year somehow I  could not escape the  Holi dunking at work. The younger lot has so much more enthusiasm than us and it was a mad rush and whoosh of colors that kind of took away the humdrum of the workday- It was a saturday so that kind of helped to let the wild side be....Some had a blast , some , like me tolerated and some were literally angry...:) !
With Sheroo...December 1993 ( Nicco Park)
It was a relaxed weekend for me.Bhaskar played Holi, had his silly adult fight ...brooded over that and I watched "Frozen" ( Thanks to Chibu) cleaned my clothes almirah and listened to guruji telling the tale of Hiranyakashipu and Prahlad ! It took me back to the time when my Thakuma had narrated the tale - and I would watch the "holika' being burnt and would believe that actually you could come out of the fire if your intentions are right ! How kiddish ! Like I believed the Tal gaach just behind our house housed "Ekanorer Ma", who had  matted hair and long legs that helped her to slide down and scare the kids who refused to fall asleep ! Childhood fears are funny when you look back...my first being a red "rakhkhoseh moskhosh" made out of paper ! Chibu found the nightwatchmen's  stick beating on the road scary and the sound of  "thakiya thak' meant he had to come back and sleep with us..all bravado of sleeping with Tupaidada was forgotten! It all seems yesterday ..really and he kids are all grown up!
Chibu's recent trip to Nicco park made me dig up old pictures ... And meeting Sheroo probably captures that mix of excitement and that feeling dont- know- what- he -will- do- to -me !!! And like a poem from long ago that was written out of sheer fright when a huge Alsatian jumped on him .." You eat my face ......" :) :)
The embarrassing memories that a mother carries !!!!!

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  1. Abhishikta17 March 2014 at 21:44

    ah how i love holi and hardly get to play.
    about that dog poem :D
    the legend says that it was so legendary that people laughed at it :P

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    1. tefltutor0318 March 2014 at 00:21

      The dog poem was actually composed..I don't think the legend knew how to write then :P

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