Today (Monday, March 13) is the second day of the Hindu festival called Holi. Here’s Wikipedia’s summary:
Holi is a Hindu spring festival celebrated in India and Nepal, also known as the “festival of colors” or the “festival of love”. The festival signifies the victory of good over evil, the arrival of spring, end of winter, and for many a festive day to meet others, play and laugh, forget and forgive, and repair broken relationships. It is also celebrated as a thanksgiving for a good harvest.
Modern festivities involve lots of water and color. It’s:
…a free-for-all carnival of colors, where people smear each other with colors and drench each other. Water guns and water-filled balloons are also used to play and color each other. Anyone and everyone is fair game, friend or stranger, rich or poor, man or woman, children and elders.
Thankfully, people left me alone when I ventured out today, but I did see a lot of people who looked like this (though I didn’t take this shot – I was afraid if I tried to snap some pics, I’d draw attention to myself):
It was a holiday for the kids at school [insert “holi” – day joke here, Dad], and the university was closed as well.
Speaking of Colors
Despite the fact that it hasn’t rained a drop here for months, flowers are blooming in our neighborhood. Here’s some pics Farhana took walking home from school with Zak:
As Sophia mentioned in her post, we had the pleasure of Ahmed and Farzana’s company over the last few days (it was the sisters of Farzana’s husband, Jalil, who just got married – so Jalil was in Hyderabad, where the grooms are from, for a reception). Poor kid got very little attention:
And we put him to work making roti:
Farzana, on her day off from the office where she works, cooked some delicious poha for breakfast and biryani for dinner. I think I gained five pounds while she was here.
Poor Zak is now missing his cousin. They’re pretty inseparable when they’re in the same house.