Happy Holi

I had to alter my blog clock a bit to fit in this early holi post. As it was my first holi, so I was the star attraction of the day. My Rudra bhai was the first one to get off the hook; he started the festival of colours in our household. Excitement of playing with colours was written all over his face.....

He was splashing blue/green and red colour in the air....his clothes were awashed with colours. My chachee had to change his clothes twice before my father had enough of this clothes change business. He took off all his wet clothes barring his huggies. But that wasn't enough for the super charged kid who was in no mood to stop and started playing holi in diapers.....

In complete contrast to my Rudra bhai, I was a picture of serene calmness amidst the colour riot. I was wearing my white frock and an orange coloured holi cap; my mom bought late night. One could have easily spotted a look of surprise over my face when I saw my Rudra bhai playing holi in his diapers....I cannot even think of doing that.....While I was in my dada's lap, the long retired internal auditor in my papa made him to ask my mom as to why she used a new white frock......pat came the reply-"that's her Holi dress". And my papa couldn't do anything but say this-"Bobby- you and Rudra have one thing in common; both are wild when it comes to celebrating something".......

Now that's how you celebrate festivals like holi! Pictures as taken in that order....





Last but not the least, I wish people should celebrate the spirit of holi in the proper perspective while giving respect to other person's sentiments and values.....