Posts Tagged ‘ Holi ’

            Yesterday was awesome, as in really awesome. By the way, I might be saying that a lot in the next few posts. In the morning I went to the office for a few finalizing meetings. It’s Holi today, so we had a special lunch in the office. It was really nice to have everyone together, and eat good food (of course). Afterwards I went to one of my centers for the last time. When I got there I saw half of the girls dressed in little girl saris and waving at me through the window. I was told there was nothing special for me there; I should have known that they lied. The girls put on a performance. There was a dance that was excellently performed; one of the girls even provided the vocals (which is hard to get them to do). The best were two scenes where the children enacted the classroom. One girl, Pradnya, acted me out in such an amazing way; she changed her voice, went through my routine of putting down my oversized backpack, taking out my water bottle and notebook, and sitting in a group of kids. She mimicked my way of speaking with the teachers and they enacted a scene from when I did a demo lesson for each of the teachers. They remembered each and every part of the demo lesson. It was hysterical. I’m also taller and bigger than any of them in the center, including the two teachers; the smallest girl in the center (who is very spunky and likes to joke with me) played me. It was perfect. They did another scene of when I walked into the center and taught them how it’s good to say that they don’t understand something. I made them repeat – that day and other days – “didi, I don’t understand.” It’s working. I laughed so hard. The best and most important thing that I’ve heard was not that I was a great didi and that they love me and I’ve taught them so much (which is important and very nice to hear of course), but Sanjivini went to the front of the class and wanted to say that I am always happy, that she learned to be happy and excited all of the time. If I could say that I taught happiness to kids, I feel like I’ve done more than I could have ever imagined. We had a nice photo shoot with the kids as I left. Image

            After that I had to rush to the other end of the city to have drinks and a snack with a coworker. It was the first time we have gone out, it’s been a long time pending. It was perfect and a really nice way to close out a friendship and colleagueship with someone.

            Then I went to salsa. I announced to Irisha and Awadesh that it would be my last practice session. The crowd was full of the usuals and then some of the beginners. I danced and danced and danced. It was great. They had a cake and made me make a speech. That part was a surprise. I didn’t know what to say. Irisha and Awadesh and I met when I was living in Aundh. It took me two years to be in their dance class, it took them two years to get to capoeira class, but we’ve been in contact the whole time. I’ve never heard the words, “don’t go” so many times.ImageImage

            The big surprise was after most folks left – they took out colours! We had dry powdered colors but it didn’t take long before more colors came out and then water. It was awesome, spontaneous and full of laughter and color. We went to a place to get burgers (not beef), full of colour. No one would recognize us if we went back there without our faces mostly purple and red. My beautiful kurta was sacrificed. Oh well. It was totally worth it. Image

I’m Pink

I’m pink, literally. Yesterday was Holi. For a foreigner, yesterday was a day off in order to have a colorful water fight. It was awesome. I got to sleep in, did a laundry, and was shocked and rushed by a phone call at 11:00 on the dot by Ishwar who said, “Didi, kub ayenge?” We were late by 15 minutes and he wanted us there fast; the kids were waiting. It was the first time they have ever called. Manoj looked at me as if I was kidding, speaking on the phone in Hindi to our group of kids. We picked up 7 (one more, Vital, came along) and headed to Sagar’s for the festivities. Sagar was already rainbow colored; he soon would also be muddy and egged, as would I.
We played at Sagar’s for about 2 hours, running around, throwing color, playing with the pinchgani (that’s definitely wrong, but essentially it’s a type of water gun), throwing each other in the mud, getting egg smashed on our heads, and laughing at everyone. We dropped the kids (the car now absolutely filthy and pinky) and went to another party that our friend got us passes to because it was his birthday. I couldn’t get enough of saying we’re going to a Holi birthday party. There was a setup so that it was “raining” outside, there were sprinklers above our heads, music blasting, and colors everywhere. I kind of cringe when I think about the water wasted and the pollution caused by this holiday. There are other holidays that make me cringe even more though.
Fully played out, we ventured to get burgers (Indian style, no beef) at a place by our place. We were all a few shades pinker, purpler, and darker. Manoj and I are the only people with color still on us. Why, because apparently you’re supposed to put cocoanut oil on your body before playing Holi. I’m pink. I showered three times and I’m still very pink.
I’m preparing for the marathon, being pink and all. Wish me luck.

This is Ishwar and Ganesh.