As promised to the dude who gave me a bumper discount on my purchase of LCD from the brand that he works for, I write one more post on Shishir Mishra’s adventures in gujjuland.
Life could not get any duller than it was. So dull, that I didn’t even realize that holi was coming this weekend. It was that one rare weekend where we gujjus get two simultaneous holidays. (Unfortunately, in my workaholic company, Saturday is a full working day!) Somebody did ask me, what I was doing for the weekend, but I had long forgotten that this was a holi + Shishir-visiting-Amdavad special weekend. So I replied “nothing, as usual” in the tone of the loser that I have become after staying in this dry state for so long.
But when Saturday evening arrived at last, my boss took off to Udaipur and then I took off to spend two full days sleeping, having completely forgotten about holi n all. You see, unlike my sister I don’t put too much pressure on myself thinking ‘o shit, it’s a weekend; it’s a festival, what’s the plan? I can’t be at home, doing nothing while the world is out there celebrating!!!’
Sunday was a quiet afternoon spent with Sasha and Shishir discussing laptops, Russian dancers and those secret seats outside CCD, which are actually places to meet blind dates according to a theory by Shasha! We all decided to meet the next day morning to celebrate holi together.
However the next day, while Shishir was still asleep (that’s an understatement)
The next day, while Shishir was sloshed somewhere with half a bottle of a gin named ‘Bombay sapphire’; my sister and I had already started our holi celebrations with the half friends-half strangers gujju gang at my apartment. After an hour of colors, water being splashed from hoses and balloons splat from building tops, Mohit and Nisarg (Anu’s friends) decided to get some cigarettes. The four of us, went to the terrace from where we watched the world under our feet. While they smoked, we tapped our feet to random bollywood songs played on Nisarg’s phone. Meanwhile, holi celebration at the society was over and people had bathed squeky clean and come down for a sophisticated lunch. Anu and I were the only two people still looking like rag pickers with green and yellow colored hair, waiting endlessly for Shishir to turn up. At last he did. And brought along a friend whose name is spelt R-I-S-H-A-B-H; riding on a royal Enfield bullet that deserved a red carpet welcome.
Too late for holi we thought. Heck, who cares! Anu and I went to the first floor, knocked on yet another half friend-half strangers’ door and asked him to throw buckets of water on Shishir and Rishabh. Meanwhile, the duo was standing right under the balcony, waiting in great anticipation of the water that was conspired to be thrown. In fact, the bucket idea was theirs. It just wouldn’t feel like holi without a little bit of water and colors, would it!
Couldn’t let my friends leave town, without having drenched them. So, I gave them an Amdavadi holi to cherish. So what, if it lasted for only 10 minutes? The Enfield rode off with goodbyes and the red carpet was all rolled up!