We all have great memories of Holi. Few things which comes to my mind are- great fun , friendship, diversity, new perspective about life…readiness to march in new year with high energy. (in many parts of India and world new year begins just after or before holi (month of march. So March ahead)
What is Holi?
‘Holi’ celebrated in India, meaning to offer oblation or prayer to the Almighty as Thanksgiving for good harvest. It has traditionally been celebrated in high spirit without any distinction of cast, creed, color, race, status or sex. It is one occasion when sprinkling colored powder (‘gulal’) or colored water on each other breaks all barriers of discrimination so that everyone looks the same and universal brotherhood is reaffirmed.
As Sri Sri says:
Holi is a festival of colors. This whole world is so colorful. Just like nature there are different colors associated with our feelings and emotions: anger with red, jealousy with green, vibrancy and happiness with yellow, love with pink, vastness with blue, peace with white, sacrifice with saffron and knowledge with violet. Each person is a fountain of colors which keep changing.
~In ignorance, emotions are a bother; in knowledge, the same emotions add colour. Like Holi, life should be colourful, not boring. When each color is seen clearly, it is colorful. When all the colors get mixed, you end up with black. So also in life, we play different roles. Each role and emotion needs to be clearly defined. Emotional confusion creates problems. When you are a father, you have to play the part of a father. You can’t be a father at office. When you mix the roles in your life, you start making mistakes. Whatever role you play in life, give yourself fully to it. Harmony in diversity makes life vibrant, joyful and more colorful.
PS: Use of toxic and dangerous colors, criminal waste of water etc can make holi unproductive experience and loose the real significance. Let’s celebrate holi with non toxic colors, flowers, fun and as signified above.
Only colors & no dyes….
Only fun & no worries….
I remember one marathi poem by Suresh Bhat:
रंगुनी रंगात साऱ्या रंग माझा वेगळा !
गुंतुनी गुंत्यात साऱ्या पाय माझा मोकळा !
कोण जाणे कोठुनी ह्या सावल्या आल्या पुढे;
मी असा की लागती ह्या सावल्यांच्याही झळा !
राहती माझ्यासवे ही आसवे गीतांपरी;
हे कशाचे दुःख ज्याला लागला माझा लळा !
कोणत्या काळी कळेना मी जगाया लागलो
अन् कुठे आयुष्य गेले कापुनी माझा गळा !
सांगती ’तातपर्य’ माझे सारख्या खोट्या दिशा :
“चालणारा पांगळा अन् पाहणारा आंधळा !”
माणसांच्या मध्यरात्री हिंडणारा सूर्य मी :
माझियासाठी न माझा पेटण्याचा सोहळा !