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


We may love getting high on 'bhang' on every Holi now, but the innocence of celebrating the festival as kids can never really be forgotten. How we wish we could go back in time and play Holijust like we did as little kids. Here are 15Holi memories from our childhood we can never forget!

1. Come March and you could literally smell the festivity in the air. Shops sprawled out on the streets with Holi gift hampers, colours, water balloons and, of course, those fancy water guns. You could smell the aromatic gulaals everywhere! Going Holi shopping with parents, days in advance, was the best thing ever!

2. Holi was never a one-day affair. Celebrations started around a week in advance and the whole locality lived under the delightful terror of being attacked by the notorious kids, hiding behind parapets and staircases, armed with water balloons.

3. Plans were made the night before and the excitement made it impossible to sleep. And still, we woke up early in the morning and prepared countless water balloons, stocking them up in tubs and buckets, trying our best to not waste even one. It literally hurt when you found most balloons in those packets to be defective.

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4. Holi was equally about scrumptious delights. Binging on gujiyas till the stomach hurt is a memory every 90s kid would relate to. Its mention is enough to get us drooling even now!

5. Relatives, neighbours and family friends kickstarted the day by visiting each other, though the way they wished each other was just too unbelievably civil as compared to how we kids celebrated it!

6. Hiding behind the parapets of balconies and terraces, we played the most mischievous pranks on passers-by. Sometimes, we got scolded too but seeing people react like crazy after being drenched by buckets full of water was totally worth it. Those with terraces had the best Holi strategies ever.

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7. Holi was no less than a war; you could be shot down by a water balloon if you stepped out in your balcony even for a second. Terrace wars were at their peak, and you always ended up dirtying the whole house, despite all the warnings your mother gave you the whole week. That one reply, 'bura na mano Holi hai' always saved us!

8. We all had that one friend who had a huge courtyard or a terrace where everybody gathered to play Holi. There was always that one kid who was targeted the most. If you grew up in a DDA housing, you will also remember stealing water from your neighbour's water tank!

9. Every colony had rival gangs and Holi was wartime. It was the time when we ganged up against each other and found newer ways to defeat the rivals. But, of course, by the end of it all, we were all a bunch of kids having the best time of our lives together. It all ended in our friendships becoming only stronger.

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10. Thanks to Bollywood, we had new Holi songs each year. Songs, food, unlimited supply of water - what else could we have asked for!

11. No matter how early we ran out of water balloons, the celebrations still lasted till the sun went down. Eggs, dirty water, sludge and what not - we made sure our arms and ammunitions never ended.

12. The winters would have just gone by, but the summers hadn't arrived either. Water only made the wind feel colder. Even though we were shivering throughout, it made no difference to our enthusiasm. Cold, fever? Bring it on! There was no way we were giving up a chance to celebrate Holi.

13. Just when you thought it was over, and you were standing in the sun, trying to dry yourself up, came a new person to the party with a personal agenda of spraying everybody present with his water gun. And, the celebration began again!

14. The madness continued even post Holi. We all stocked up balloons for days to come and left no opportunity of aiming at passers-by who looked stunned to death! Of course, we would instantly duck behind our balcony parapets for fear of being caught.

15. The amount of fun you had was directly proportional to the amount of colour on your skin and nails the next day in school. Wherever you looked, you saw monsters with blue-purple ears and orange fingers. Yes, our mothers advised us to apply oil on our skin and hair before playing Holi for a reas

                           My holi celebrations
 Colours, gujiyas and fun...I love Holi so much
Holi happens to be my favourite festival. I particularly enjoy the colour part of it. I keep stocks of every colour but red happens to be my favourite. The other ones specially, the purple is one I hate to use on Holi. It never goes and makes one look so bad. 

I also enjoy preparing gujiyas with my mother and sisters. My mother keep frying them in the pan, while we sisters do the rolling, cutting and filling part of it. My favourite job is to do the filling which gives me a chance to keep stealing the tasty khoya which is full of dry fruits. Eating the gujiyas - piping hot just as they come out of pan is the other most cherished moment of the festival.

I also take care to keep my preparation for the festival ready. Like choose some old and faded jeans and a shirt I am bored off besides taking care of the oiling and creaming part of it. Otherwise, the aftermath of the Holi festival could be extremely tiresome. 

I have also had a bad experience after Holi once when I got so much engrossed in playing with the colour that I became to late to get a bath and the water tank got exhausted. I had to wait for hours drenched in the water before the water supply was restored. It was a very painful lesson that I learnt - take a bath on time.

I particularly enjoy the festival in the company of friends and relatives, i.e. when there are lot of people to be coloured. The excitement is unmatched when everybody loves the festival as much as you do.

Oh what fun we had on the Holi that year. The tradition followed was digging the lawn generating some mud, throwing some buckets of water and then the prey. So, it was a very earthy kind of Holi that we played that year in the hostel. The good part was that the prey was asked get the buckets herself.

Then everybody decided that we have grown up enough to have our first doze of bhang. A thandai was prepared, somebody had stored a little milk from the morning breakfast. There was one very enthusiastic girl who sneaked in the maximum share. High on the spirit of the festival we had the mandatory dance on the Rang Barse bheege chunar wali....



Meanwhile, one who stole maximum share, sat under the sun and started waiting for the bhang to give her some kick. She kept cribbing for about half an hour..nothing is happening..nothing is happening...

After some time she suddenly started laughing and did not stopped even after repeated attempts to stop her from doing so. Her body started aching but she could not control her laughter. Then all of a sudden she started crying and then again could not stop... She got the kind of high she never expected. 

Although I can't remember her name, I can't forget what fun we had at her expense. I owe a big thank you to her for making that Holi so memorable in my life.


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