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Every year, I tell myself, This Holi, I’ll play smart. I’ll use oil, avoid pakka rang, and protect my skin. And every year, I end up looking like a rejected canvas from a modern art museum.
As I stand in front of the mirror, a masterpiece of pinks, greens, and that weird shade of blue that refuses to leave, I wonder—where did I go wrong?
Step 1: The Overconfidence Phase
It all starts with a lie. Someone, probably a friend you thought you could trust, says, “Arre, don’t worry, this is organic color.” Next thing you know, you’re scrubbing your face for the tenth time, and the “organic color” has permanently merged with your skin cells.
The betrayal is real.
Step 2: The ‘Ek Chhota Tika’ Scam
You step out, cautiously dodging the color-crazed maniacs, and someone says, “Bas ek chhota tikka, promise!” Before you can react, your face is being whitewashed with colors you didn’t even know existed. The ‘chhota tika’ was clearly a decoy for a full-blown Mughal-era fresco.
Step 3: The Water Balloon Warfare
There is always a colony kid who takes Holi too seriously. Armed with a stockpile of water balloons, they operate like India’s secret missile program—stealthy, dangerous, and highly unpredictable. You never see them, but you always feel them.
One balloon later, the rang has permanently bonded with your skin, like a toxic relationship you can’t escape.
Step 4: The Scrubbing That Changes Nothing
After hours of fun (read: trauma), you return home, looking like a lost Smurf. The family is waiting with questions. “Ye chehra hai ya rangoli?” (Translation: Your face now qualifies as a festival decoration.)
You scrub. And scrub. And scrub. Yet, the blue stays. It has now become a core memory.
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Step 5: Society’s Judgement
The next day, you step out thinking, “Itna toh nikal gaya hai.” But as you enter your college/office, everyone stares. Somewhere, a child whispers, “Mummy, woh kaun sa alien hai?”
Your face is still an abstract painting. Your neck and ears have become Holi’s permanent visiting cards. The world now knows you played Holi a little too enthusiastically.
The Conclusion? Acceptance.
At this point, there are only two options left:
- Move to a remote Himalayan village and start a new life.
- Own the failed art project look and tell people it’s fashion.
I usually pick Option 2. Because let’s be honest—Holi ke bina rang nahi, aur rang ke bina shakal kharab nahi. That’s just the rule. We are all artistic disasters in this together.
Bura na maano, Holi hai!
Sources: Blogger’s own opinion
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