During my evening walk today, in a stretch of 1 km I saw at least 8-10 Holika Dahan. Thousands of people circling around the pious fire, seeking blessings of Holika and Prahlad.
As a child we were taught in schools that Holi stood for victory of good over evil. For ages now we have been believing in the theory and enthusiastically participating in the festivities. But as wise men say it is better to forget the past. Tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow that paunchy relic in his 40s will lech again at the girl next door. That religious leader will again inject venom in some fresh minds. That super mom will pull her son away from the street urchins.
India is a land of festivals. All of them talk of unity and bon homie in some way. Why then are we so full of intolerance and hatred. Why then can't we celebrate difference and accept everybody for what they are. Why are we always fighting for supremacy when we were born equal. What separates us from each other when the color of blood is red for all.
As I went to watch the holika dahan, the Aunty next door asked,"Beta, darshan kiye?" I nodded in affirmative and murmured a silent prayer, This holi let us all be colored in such vibrant shades that it becomes impossible to identify one from other and what we give around are boxes of sweets that only serve to reduce the bitterness.
On that note...a very Happy Holi to one and all.
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