I woke up this morning to find that my skin is still very stained from the massive amounts of industrial, heavy metal based, powder pigments that we spent hours yesterday throwing at, smearing on and drenching each other with. My clothes are now nothing more than souvenirs of my first Holi experience and the plastic Ziploc bags that dutifully protected my valuables throughout the day were all but destroyed.
When I arrived at the first Couch Surfing Holi party in Koramangala I was clean as a whistle in my white undershirt and khaki pants. As I walked up the last set of stairs one brave soul who had wrapped up his camera in enough saran wrap to protect it from a small nuke took a “before” picture of me; only when I reached the top of the stairs did I realize why as I was mulled by at least 7 people with handfuls of color. After that was I introduced to everyone.
An hour or so later after being picked up by all four limbs and being held in a big puddle of discolored water and having water balloons thrown at us by the kids on the roof across the street I walked home with a friend who lived near there and received some good old Indian hospitality in the form of a shower, a change of clothes and a meal. After a few hours of R & R at the friend’s house we went out to another Couch Surfing Holi party in Indiranagar. Very little of this experience should ever be published on the web, so I’ll leave it at, I enjoyed myself.
All in all my first Holi experience was fantastic and even if the memories fade, I know for sure that one thing won’t… the heavy metal poisoning!
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