Monday, March 21, 2011

Holi haim?

We knew it was Holi in Bangalore, when we spotted multicolored “beings” walking or driving past our house in a bike. In the 90’s when I was a lil kid, I would screech when I saw these beings, bringing people out of their houses. Then we would all stare at these ‘beings’ shamelessly. After the ‘being’ had gone, the clueless southies would gather around discussing this strange phenomenon. Then Iyer uncle would tell everyone about the year 1956 when he was in Delhi and people would groan at the prospect of another yarn from Iyer Uncle and scuttle back home. Every year this phenomenon would take place, i.e. me screeching, people rushing out to see the “being” and Iyer uncle never finishing his story because of the ominous beginning “Back in 1956 when I was in Delhi….”

Uncle never got to tell his story and the neighborhood never understood what “Holi” was till uncle was lying on his deathbed. When people came to know that uncle was on his deathbed, they visited him in droves to pray for him and give the family courage. And on his deathbed uncle delivered the story of “Holi” which I gathered was a terrifying time when blood thirsty North Indians were suddenly seized by the evil spirit and started acting ‘funny’... like throwing colors and what not. Uncle could not give an exact description as he and his wife were too busy cowering in the closet after closing the bedroom door and the main door.

So from Iyer uncle we finally learned that Holi was some kind of North Indian festival or tradition. Soon after delivering the Holi narrative Iyer uncle was pronounced fit as a fiddle by the doctor. We were so happy for him that we decided that the next time he cried ‘wolf” we will wait till he had died before visiting him.

Every Holi I waited for the colored beings to walk or drive past our house. They looked fascinating. We now knew it was Holi when we spotted these multicolored beings in the open or saw a lone patch of bright colors on the street. Then my brother was invited to his Rajasthani friend’s house for his first Holi celebration. When he got back home, we finally had out own multicolored “being”. The rest of the family looked on warily, fascinated at what looked like my brother's evil twin. My dad took a photograph of him too. He was so proud. Then he and my mom spent the next week scrubbing the colors off their son while he howled and screamed in pain. That was the last time my brother played Holi. Little did he or his southie parents know that Holi colors fade slowly and that scrubbing was not necessary?

Finally we had our very own North Indian neighbor and for their first Holi celebration in the south they called the whole neighborhood. It was a colorful affair with lot of color throwing and furious fathers running behind indistinguishable “beings” who were throwing colors on their daughters and lots of other fun activities.

South Indian dad (SID): What are you doing near my daater?
North Indian Boy (NIB): I am going to put some color on Rajeshwari uncle.
SID: Woky, Wokay, but no hanky panky wokay?
NIB: Of course not uncle.
SID (barking): No touchiiiiinnnnngggg I said!!!!
NIB: Err how do I put the color then!
SID: Like this... (and he takes the colored powder and puts one tiny pottu on his daughter’s forehead)
NIB: !!!!!!

Let’s just say the celebrations went on very well. I ate lot of sweets as I was too young to be bothered with requests for putting pottu (bindi). But by the end of the day, the North Indian boys had become expert in making nice round evenly colored pottus. And that is how the stick-on bindi business started I am told and went on to become a multimillion dollar industry… by frustrated North Indian males settled in South India.

10 comments:

Harish said...

lol.. i woke up last day hearing shouts from the neighborhood. from the window i could see the beings roaming around colorfully! and then the realization dawned. my neighbors are celebrating holi

mathew said...

hahaha..hilarious...the history was unknown to zimble southies like me!!;)

Santhosh P said...

Thank you for giving a new perspective to the origin of bindi. We Bindiologists(study of lady's bindi, which is different from Bhindiology which is the study of lady's finger) at the Association of Social Scientists (Caution:Don't abbreviate) India chapter hitherto believed that it was originated when a happy south indian uncle who thought it will be even more cooler to see a bullet mark right on his 'committed' south indian aunti's otherwise plain looking forehead.

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Anita :) said...

Oh i c! Thats a nice piece of hilarious info. Multi million dollar industry formed from frustration :D

meerasrajan said...

Funny..! As a south indian who was born and brought up in the north, I miss the holi celebrations. I think that is the basic difference between the north and south- in the north people are so exhuberent while in the south every one is very quiet and controlled. I am still to get used to it...! I think the nice thing about Holi is that it is probably the only festival where there is a complete throwing away of inhibitions..!

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silverine said...

Harish: You are lucky. We learned it the hard way :)

mathew: :D

Santhosh: lol! Now we know the real significance of the Bindi!

Busllshee: Nice post :)

Meera: You are right about the reserved southies. The only time you will see them exuberant is after a peg or two... lol!

Hosting Chennai: Thanks!

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