Holi is called the Festival of Colors. Historically, its religious significance is that Krishna's Aunt Holi was killed before she could kill her nephew. I don't know why she wanted to kill her nephew - jealousy perhaps. The holiday is mostly celebrated by children and young adults who stalk the streets in packs. They throw water balloons with different colored dye in them and attack each other from rooftops and windows. Motorcycles speed by driven by metallic painted faces. Everyone's clothes are a wreck - but everybody is smiling.
I had to brave it to get these shots! Not exactly combat photography but I was hiding behind and in the car trying to avoid getting hit the whole time. (I wasn't worried about me - I'm washable - but my camera!!!)
This last group cheered when they saw my camera. They were having a good ol' time!
So Happy Holi to you - don't forget to look up.
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5 comments:
Beautiful, happy faces. Nice job.
So great!!
Is there a week that goes by without a Festival?
I think America could learn a thing or two...
Breath taking. I am so glad you are posting about your life abroad. Looking forward to the next posts!
That looks like a lot of colorful fun!
Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!
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