My darling beauties, I have returned from Holi, happy, exhausted, coughing up purple goo like a Verismo Romantic lead, and of course, toting a bazillion pictures!
I thought I would share them with you, so you too can experience the joy… but you won’t have to scrub yourself silly afterwards. Lucky devils.
I went to this festival last year when I was a awkward, rather ill-informed watcher of Bollywood. A year later I’ve fully embraced my pyaar for my adopted culture and of course had to go attend again!
Katie and I drove down to the Sri Sri Radha Krishna Templein Spanish Fork, Utah early in the day so that we could get good parking and buy all of our colors before they ran out (and they did run out, one-million bags later).
The temple is home to an interesting mix of “Hare Krishnas” and local Hindus. The festival brings crowds from my school and its sister school in Provo and other local universities around the Salt Lake City area, Desis from all over, simple natured farmers and people of all ages. For the day we forget ourselves, get a little touchy-feely and chant the Maha Mantra so often that I could do it this very second, and read it in Devanagarifor you if you asked me to.
Due to the increasing popularity of the event over the years they had two times for color throwing; noon and 5 p.m. We decided to stick it out and go to both, simply because we could. Before both “throwings” they provided entertainment. Classical Indian dancers from Boise, Idaho who were just so beautiful and graceful that I almost melted. I also firmly decided while watching the little 5 year olds dance Kuchipudithat somehow, someway, I shall be having beautiful, half-brown babies. The end. Non-negotiable. Fact.
You have to fight your way out of the center, which morphs into a Woodstock class orgy almost as instantly as the colors fly into the air. It’s all cool, under the guise of a painted face you can get away with anything (well, except for groping… but that happened the second time around). On the edge Katie and I danced to the band, threw more colors and laughed at our lightness of heart.
The dear bands that were playing, well… they weren’t terrible, but I could have used more variety than the Maha Mantra as lyrics and a skinny, dopey Jay Sean wannabe; but it worked. The best part was some gori behind me who kept trying to explain to his friend that it was bhangra, and it was so rocking. The music couldn’t even dream of being classified as bhangra! It was acoustic, folksy, sometimes country rockish, but bhangra wasn’t even close. After a while this girl could have used some ghaatiness in the music, but I found much better things to spend my time on.
Like food. Veggy curry, little naans, mango-lemon juice? YES PLEASE! (It was some testement to how caught up in Holi I was that I was able to eat sitting on the ground, covered in dirt and color, consuming food prepared by people covered in colors themselves. The mysophobia was clearly on a vacation!)
The second go-around Katie and I opted to stay towards the back, where we could get more distinct pigmentation and watch the colors go into the air. I want to say it was more fun that way, it was more personal at least. You threw color on someone, they smeared it on your neck and so on and so forth until you were all blue, or all pink, or all green. It can also cause an entire bag of pink to be dumped down the front of your shirt, but it’s best that things like that are forgotten. Up at the top you also start your major throwing about 10 minutes too early (by accident) , so that Katie and I were done and walking towards our car when we heard the countdown for the second one. I tried to get a video of it on my phone, but there are much better ones online and on the temple’s website.
Covered in chalk, a little sunburned and a really dirty we climbed in the car and went back to Katie’s house where we promptly showered (very colorfully I might add) and hunkered down with some Bollywood, Holi was over.
When I leave Idaho in a few weeks, this is going to be one of the few things that I really, really miss. I know there are other festivals in other cities, but this is the biggest one in North America, and totally worth the mini-sinus infection I have now.