A colourful day

The 28th of march is the day of Holi festival in India – the festival of colours. This is a Hindu festival, celebrated mostly in the northern parts of India, but even I Bangalore people run to the streets to throw colours at each other. Running in the streets, throwing colours at strangers, making water balloons and buckets with water to throw and poor all over each other, there is few things I think sounded like more fun. And I was not disappointed. We spent the day in the park just behind our apartment with both Norwegian, german and Indian friends, some random, more or less willing to join, also got to be a part of the fun!
The day started of with some jumping

dancing

and attempts to fly

Since we still follow Norwegian time (meaning we show up at 10.30 when we agree on meeting 10.30) and the Indians follow Indian time ( about 30 min- 1,5 hours after the agreed time) we had some time to kill!

But soon they started showing up, and the fight began! (Or playing as someone less into the game would say)

Purple, red, green, blue, pink, yellow and all this mixed together and sometimes mixed with water and sand, depending on where the fight was going on. We got colours in our nose, mouth, hair and practically everywhere it was possible to get colours.

After a long, wet and colorful fight with the neighbor children we all looked like we came straight from a circus / war.

Exhausted we got homemade ladoos from Ingrid, NAM!!

Taking a shower afterward was quite fascinating as it looked like I was bleeding unstoppable, and soon the whole shower was as colourful as me. I still have pink dots on my chest, a red arm and my hair is now green, purple and colours I find it hard to define. The apartment got pink spots all over, even after very creative dance-washing.

So here you go, all you Norwegians tired of everything being so white, a big dash of colours from India!

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