Holi. Holi in India. Holi in India after five years. Holi in India after five years at IIM-A. First of all, a very happy Holi to all. May the colors of the season color all our lives!
I played Holi, proper Holi with colors and all after such a long time that I had almost forgotten what Holi was all about. In the US, you didn't even get a holiday, so Holi had meant just another potluck in the week-end.. (Of course, there are places in the US, where a sizeable Indian population means a very colorful and bashful Holi!)
Holi at home would have been fun. But as the forces would have it, I had to spend Holi at IIM-A, which was not really such a bad alternative, but yes, to be honest, I did miss my family very much.
Holi at IIM-A started off with the usual morning dunking, a round of water wars and then we all trooped over to the common grounds.. IIM-A Cult-Com had done a good job, and there was the gulal tanki, the balloons, the pukka rang, and most importantly the junta. Even the profs came over to play Holi, and for a change it was fun to dunk the very same profs who customarily dunk us with fundae in class day-in and day-out.
Holi over, the bath - half a bar of soap and frantic rubbing and the colors of Holi still refuse to get off - Good!
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festival appears more colourful when enjoyed and celebrated with family, friends, our near and dear ones..be it college, workplace or home , whatsoever place or city..it always leaves behind deep prints of memories..memories to be cherished throughout life.
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