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Ambush at 32 Vidyanagar …

Trickery, treachery, back stabbing even …
I was ambushed today …

Today, was supposed to be the festival of colours – Holi …
A perfect day to get drenched, drench people … be the very hated practical joker …

I hadn’t played holi for many years …
Actually, I hate the dry colours … the pain in removing them .. and the very chemical wet colours .. when, once your clothes are drenched with, you can use them as mops from the next day onwards …

So, I hadn’t played holi since many years …
The joy that one derives from the festival has taken a quantum shift from drenching people to the good food that accompanies the special day ….

So, today, like the so many years before … I went to my granny’s place for the customary holi greetings and also to devour all the goodies …
However, my uncle ( my mom’s second brother ) is visting … who is also a member of the Indian Army … and is notorious from his childhood days for all the pranks he played …

So, after all the greetings are done with … I settle with a plate of food watching Sehwag clobber the Pakistanis …
All the cousins were at my granny’s place …

So, my uncle comes in … catches hold of my other cousin ( who is just 2 years younger to me ) and drags him outside … with a lot of effort and pulling and resistance .. he finally ejects him out of the house …
My cousin held on to dear life … clinging onto 3 door frames on his way out … before my uncle … finally pulled him out after 5 minutes of resistance …

Finally outside .. all my younger cousins pounced on him … and gave him his worth …
He finally came in sometime later … drenched … and his tail between his legs … cursing me as I had my hearty share of fun … at his expense …

I was high and dry at this point of time … though not for long … read on …

I had just finished with the food .. when another aunt of mine came to me and asked me to come out for a photograph …
I smelt a rat … ( my family members are pretty bad actors .. can’t help smiling … )
Anyways … I thought what the heck … she had a camera in her hand …

Took off my watch and kept it on the table … just in case …
Peeped out and to my surprise, no one was in the vicinity …

I couldn’t believe that she actually wanted to only take a picture …
No sooner I stepped out of the door … I got it …

It was an ambush … I was trapped …
All the kids who had been conveniently hiding in all the possible corners … came rushing out with water guns, balloons, buckets of water … all led by my uncle …

In 20 seconds, I was drenched head to toe … dripping with colour and with a face that would not have been recognized had I been on a coroner’s table …

I just stood there … let the kids have their share of fun …
Then, when the time was right, charged on my other two cousins who were in the range of my age group … and had my share of fun …

After getting one with a bucket of ‘hard-to-remove’ coloured water … I got the other ‘running’ one with a carefully executed balloon lauch …

Good times :)
Feels good to be back :)

1 Comment

  • Hawkeye 12 years ago Reply

    good post! loved reading it! it is ironical that the only time i joined holi celeberations was in the US. i had solid fun ( and I was told that “that fun” was nothing compared to what happens here)

    someday i’ll join the “real” fun

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