"No, no, no, I refuse to stay in Delhi during Holi." That's what I told mom over the phone.
It's more than a week for Holi and they've started hurling water balloons at you. Go to the market and you are sure to be hit by "at least" one (unless you can make yourself invisible, of course!). It's difficult to step out of the house during these days of spat and splash, when children (no matter how big or small) are out on the streets hunting for a prey.
Unfortunately, today I was the one being victimized. Let me narrate the incident to you. It must not be very late in the evening, when I put on my slippers and set out to buy some goodies (my goodies include chips and chocolates, which I like to munch on every evening) for myself. I was enjoying myself, looking around at the trees along the route to the departmental store.
Suddenly, I see some kids speeding up towards me. There were about six or seven of them. I was quick enough to get out of their way, lest they came crashing down on me. I am usually alert in such situations because I like to avoid any sort of public humiliation.
So, after they all ran by, I continued my journey to that temple of munchies (which I had been hankering for), dreaming about food. Three or four more steps and SPAT.
I was like, "Ughhhhh, this can't be a balloon?"
I turned around and saw them grinning from ear to ear. Ignoring them I tried to walk as fast as I could.
Another SPAT.
"What do these kids want?"
I sped up. SPAT.
"Oh no, hasn’t anybody taught them manners?"
By this time my back was all wet. I was flushed with anger. I ran inside the shop and after buying all I needed, I asked the shop-keeper to scold away that mucky bunch of kids. I contrived to reach back home after that.
All of this makes it more of a festival of dirt rather than of colors.
Next time you meet me, kid and you'll miss the shot. You just wait and watch.
PS: The writer was hit by an egg last year. (Oh no. You are guessing it wrong. It wasn’t the head. It was the waist. Just to tell you the truth.)
Also, it would be good to tell, that she couldn't come up with a better onomatopoeias! So, if anybody who can come up with a better word is most welcome.
It's more than a week for Holi and they've started hurling water balloons at you. Go to the market and you are sure to be hit by "at least" one (unless you can make yourself invisible, of course!). It's difficult to step out of the house during these days of spat and splash, when children (no matter how big or small) are out on the streets hunting for a prey.
Unfortunately, today I was the one being victimized. Let me narrate the incident to you. It must not be very late in the evening, when I put on my slippers and set out to buy some goodies (my goodies include chips and chocolates, which I like to munch on every evening) for myself. I was enjoying myself, looking around at the trees along the route to the departmental store.
Suddenly, I see some kids speeding up towards me. There were about six or seven of them. I was quick enough to get out of their way, lest they came crashing down on me. I am usually alert in such situations because I like to avoid any sort of public humiliation.
So, after they all ran by, I continued my journey to that temple of munchies (which I had been hankering for), dreaming about food. Three or four more steps and SPAT.
I was like, "Ughhhhh, this can't be a balloon?"
I turned around and saw them grinning from ear to ear. Ignoring them I tried to walk as fast as I could.
Another SPAT.
"What do these kids want?"
I sped up. SPAT.
"Oh no, hasn’t anybody taught them manners?"
By this time my back was all wet. I was flushed with anger. I ran inside the shop and after buying all I needed, I asked the shop-keeper to scold away that mucky bunch of kids. I contrived to reach back home after that.
All of this makes it more of a festival of dirt rather than of colors.
Next time you meet me, kid and you'll miss the shot. You just wait and watch.
PS: The writer was hit by an egg last year. (Oh no. You are guessing it wrong. It wasn’t the head. It was the waist. Just to tell you the truth.)
Also, it would be good to tell, that she couldn't come up with a better onomatopoeias! So, if anybody who can come up with a better word is most welcome.
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