Holi hai!

Pramod Lohia ji, fondly known as PL, is a wonderful writer, and teller of stories. Recently, I had the pleasure and honor, to write with him and some other friends, a story in a relay race format. When I asked him on the day of Holi, if he would grace my blog with a guest post, he responded with this fun story!


It’s occasion of Holi, and rightly I am in full holi mood. I have with me deadly colors, which were made for the prince of Jaipur to play Holi. I was damn lucky to get them.

I was moving along, singing, Dheenka chika, dheeenkaa chika, hehehehe, 25 tareeke se 25 rang lagaaoonga re, when suddenly someone, who was stealthily following me, from back, like a coward, put on me a bucket full of a mixture of colors, and draining away the pricely rare colors I was carrying.

What angered me most were the rare colors which I had purchased from a Jaipur shopkeeper. I looked back to punch the intruder, but lo, as somebody has rightly said, “God, save me from my friends, I can take care of my enemies.”

It was my best friend Leo, laughing as if he had accomplished a heroic act. I controlled my speech. “Holi is two more days to go, and you should have at least asked me to remove my precious things, then I would certainly have obliged myself to your colors. Now, I don’t even know if my mobile will not burst, due to short circuit, and above all, the princely ….,” my voice was cut short by precarious giggles at my back.

I turned to see, who it was, and lo, behold, my darling girlfriend giggling away, in an avatar of multi-colored bhootani. I understood, again, who could have ever done this. There is a famous song, for occasion like mine: “Dil ke armaan rango me beh Gaye, hum rang laa ke bhi bairang reh Gaye. Raajjkummaaron ke rang bhi pheeke reh Gaye, Dill ke arman..,Dheenka chika, dheeenkaa chikaa hehehehe, ab main kise rang lagaaoonga he. Priyatamma to pahile se kaali bhootani ban gaiilli re, ho, dheenkaa chika ……..,doston ne tujhko bhootani banaya re, main to koooch bhi Ni kar paaya re. Ho, dheenka cheeka, dheeenkaa chika hehehehe.”

Beware of friends on holi, would be my advice. They never know what they are ruining, in their sweet innocence.


Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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