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The Holiday Called Holi

Mar 05, 2015

If you happen to walk down the street in India this March don't be surprised if you end up covered in a blanket of color. The date for the paint-throwing party in 2015 is March 6th. Though the actual day of the celebration changes from year to year, it is always in March.

Holy Crayola! What a Colorful Day

The holiday Holi is celebrated throughout India, but Northern India goes the craziest on this day. People of all ages are drenched with colors like red, green, yellow, blue, black and silver. You can't walk anywhere without having someone drop colored powder from rooftops or having balloons filled with color burst around you. People dance, sing and shower each other with color wherever you go.

Women in Calcutta celebrating HoliWomen in Calcutta celebrating HoliCourtesy of The Telegraph UK
 

Deck the Halls with Paint for Holi

Preparations for the festivities begin weeks in advance. Houses are painted, beautiful floral designs are drawn on the entrance and everyone loads up on powdered colors and spray guns.

During Holi people throw paint at each other in the streets!During Holi people throw paint at each other in the streets!
 

The Origin of Holi

Holi means that spring has arrived and winter has passed. It's also a day to forget all your problems and be happy - having color-bombs explode everywhere makes things pretty cheerful. There are several stories behind the holiday. Basically, they all focus on the triumph of good over evil. One story says that Holika, an evil mythical creature, tried to destroy her nephew, a good god, by attempting to burn him. In the end good wins - she dies and he is saved. The holiday actually starts the night before with a big bonfire to clear away dried leaves and branches from winter - kinda like a big spring clean up.

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The day they killed him right in front of her was the day she joined him in heaven. I don’t know where my brothers are, probably living the luxury of being a man. Which is very unfair but, I hope their okay. Now my family is Shira and Gretna. Shira is my age and she is practically my sister. Gretna is the oldest woman in the tank and everybody respects her. Some call her big mama. She sure was big but, I prefer to call her Gretna. She was beautiful though. He dark skin made her eyes look dazzling. I’m pretty sure before all her hair got cut of it was long and curly. Everyone’s hair was cut off in the tank. Mine was at its fullest peek. My bangs grew in and it flowed down from their into a short v at my neck. Was it a Pixie cut they used to call it? Everyone’s hair got shaved every four years. Shiras hair grew fast and it stopped at her chin in a short line. It was a pale blond, almost white.          Every morning I wake up I start to hum a melody. My mother had sung a song to me at night. Now I sing it in the morning. Everyone else joins in to after the first verse Hear the birds crow, feel the sun rays, watch the trees grow, sing on rainy days. Then soon as I walk out of my cell everyone starts humming and some sing alone with me. It’s a ritual for my mother. When I first started singing it everyone was afraid they would get whipped or beaten. But the guards didn’t seem to mind. In fact, I’m willing to bet they enjoy it. The second verse is even prettier See the blue skies, feel the breeze, watch the leaves fly, sing the melody. I always sing it to myself at night, alone. It makes feel better like I might, just might, go above ground and see the world. Look at the stars, and close your eyes, imagine you will go far, and sing good night. That was the end of the song and by the time it ends everybody is eating.        They barley give us enough food. It’s a pain to see the parents giving up their food to the children. 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