As bars cash in on colorful Mardi Gras and St. Patty’s Day boozing this month, a massive all-ages festival promises more bright hues, soiled clothes and a bit of Bollywood to honor an ancient tradition.
Holi, the Hindu festival of colors, marks the onset of spring, and celebrates the victory of good over evil. It was celebrated in India on Monday, but here in the Seattle area you can celebrate all weekend. Legend has it that after receiving the gift of near invincibility from Lord Brahma (the creator), Hiranyakashyap, an arrogant demon, declared himself God to his subjects and forces them to worship him. But pride has its fall where he least expects it: in his son, Prahlad, a staunch devotee of Lord Vishnu (the sustainer) who refuses to accept his father as the supreme Lord of the Universe.
Hiranyakashyap becomes so angry with his son that he decides to get rid of him. In one such attempt, he sends his evil sister Holika, holding a special blessing that protects her from fire, to kill Prahlad. She sits on the pyre with Prahlad on her lap. But as a true devotee to the Lord of the Universe, her nephew is saved, while Holika burns to ashes.
Today, Hindus observe the victory by burning Holika’s effigy (Holika Dahan), celebrating with bonfires, singing and dancing.
Back home in India, Holi is replete with music, dance, and of course, a rainbow of colors. The day begins with prayers and savoring special delicacies. Afterwards, friends start with the mayhem, knocking on doors to pull you out and spray you with a mash-up of bright colors. (And everyone on the street is fair game — children, elders, rich, poor, you name it).
I would tell my mother to lie to my friends and tell them I was too sick to play Holi when they came to the door. If they charmed their way into my bedroom somehow, I would hide under the bed. While it is a boisterous and fun festival, it is also extremely messy with the dyed water launched from spray guns, buckets and balloons. If all goes well, it escalates into a full-fledged dyed water fight in the streets.
This may be the only day out of the year you score points for looking grimy: the dirtier and more colorful your clothes are, the closer you are to reaching “rock star” status.
Just after my ninth Holi, I stopped resisting the mischief. (Plus, nobody takes “no” for an answer, and avoiding an attack isn’t worth the trouble). In the very rare case where you’ve convinced your “Holi sprayer” that you’re allergic to dye, puking in front of them to prove that you are indeed, unwell, you are spared with a mere tilak, a dot on your forehead.
Outside, people celebrate with their colors on the streets shouting “Holi hai!” (“It’s Holi!” ) throughout the day. Bhaang (a strong cannabis-derived intoxicant) is the drink of choice during Holi. If you’d like to stay sober, thandaai (a drink of milk and dry fruits) is the smooth alternative.
And nothing screams “celebration” more than deep-fried, fatty food. Gujiya (fried dumplings stuffed with nuts, khoya cheese and coconut), Kachori (savory fried dumplings with masala), Jalebi (intricate fried pretzel type sweet dish), potato curry with Puri (Indian bread) are made especially for this day.
In India many neighborhoods have their own Holi events. There’s inevitably a DJ playing Bollywood songs or local musicians playing the dhol (double-sided Indian drum), and getting everyone in the spirit of the festival, there’s lots of food and drinks, loads of colors and plenty of water. The best way to know how well you’ve celebrated Holi is to dress in white. If there’s not a trace of white by the end of the day, you’ve proven you know how to celebrate!
Ever since overcoming my OCD for clean clothes, I’ve never missed Holi. I’ve been thrown in colored water pits, have had water balloons thrown on me and have come very close to tasting Bhaang.
And since it is also my husband’s favorite festival, our daughter has celebrated Holi from even before she knew how to talk. Only last year, she had to make do with colors from her dad’s art supply closet as we had just about settled into our new lives here in the U.S. This year, however, we do plan on celebrating Holi with the Seattle Indian community.
While it can be an overwhelming sight at first, you may never otherwise have a meaningful excuse to throw colors on people without entering a paintball competition. Once you get in the mood and absorb the energy of the festival, you’ll be able to experience the camaraderie between friends, make new ones and understand the magic of Holi.
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