Being the ‘other’ kind of festive

India, a country of diversity, colours, cultures and so much more ( negatives included ) It is exactly a week from now when the country and all its people will be set to “Welcome spring” – that’s what they say.

Holi, one of the most important festival all over the nation. The festival is so loved that people belonging to all age groups merrily participate in the celebrations. Infact, every new year begins with this grand festive revelry ( cause it also includes loads of Bhang ) Not only Indians but also visitors coming down to India celebrate with great fun.

All the colours and grandeur to one side, Lets flip the coin.

In 2015, the country received lowest rainfall since 2009. 2002 and 2009 were the two drought hit years for the country, entering 2015 being the third lowest, which was last year.

Many of the cities today are under low supply of water. Specially areas in Maharashtra, The state most of my readers would belong to. Switch to any news channel or turn your social networks on, they’ll all tell you why not to celebrate Holi this year.

Why should a festival be about throwing away colours and water at each other or burning a bunch of wood, hay and cow dung? I am not being offensive. I do respect the festival. But we are way ahead of our ancestors to think about it logically and think about what sense does all of that make in the name of celebrations?

Festivals can be much more. Holi can even more colourful if we all individually come up with different ways of celebrating it.

This isn’t about using ‘eco friendly’ colours, it is about saving a big amount of water that would be going to the drains. Even if you restrict the amount of colours you use, you would still be using extra liters of water to wash yourself up than the usual. So Instead, spend time by doing something that will not cost the environment, cause indirectly you will be affected by the trouble it will go through on this one day.

Happiness comes with the feeling of doing something for others.

Remember the line and find your ways to go crazy this Holi and spread smiles by executing small acts of goodwill across the country and universe as a whole.

A very happy Holi to all my readers!

P.S. I’m celebrating by planting two saplings in my tiny garden. Best way to welcome spring I guess.

Do spread the message and act wisely.

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I’m not a pigeon, but I have a message!

Hello tree,

     Wherever you are, I hope you are at peace. Maybe some of your remains now exist in the form of pages in thousands of books. Or maybe they used you for something else. But in whichever way, I really hope you are at peace.
      I never thought I would ever come back here since our last goodbye. Dear friend, today I miss you more than the other days. I still remember when I was so little, I could hardly even open my eyes. You made sure your leaves protected too much sunlight from entering our nest. I remember my mother thanking you each time you watched over me and my brother while she went on a food hunt.
She thanked you for giving us a small space on your branch. You protected us from hawks and owls. I remember I learnt my first flying lesson where I hopped with my tiny wings from one of your branches to another. You looked so happy. You encouraged me and said, “now go on.. You have to fly to my other siblings, when you do so, give them my regards”.

      I was so happy I could fly better. I’d tell all your other friends and family how well you protected me and help me grow. Time passed by and I grew to look as beautiful as my mother. One day, I came to you and asked, “would you let us build a nest on you? Just like you let my mother and father?” You recognized me at an instant and without hesitation said, “yes please!”
      Half the nest was done when you started shaking. There was a loud sound and we couldn’t take it. No, it wasn’t an earthquake. My husband and I flew away from you and watched from a distance. You were being cut by something so huge and noisy. We were so frightened but I gathered courage and flew back. “What is happening to you?”, I cried.
You answered very calmly, “I will not be standing here anymore. This is the end if me. You go, look for someone else and build a new nest. I’m sorry”.

          I looked at you go away and I couldn’t do a thing. But like you said, we did find another of your kind after days of flying. Today, None of your siblings are around anymore. I sent my children far away so they can find them. Our species has nowhere to live. Not unless we fly really far. I’m too old for that now. The houses don’t even have roofs anymore, so we could live there instead. It has all changed my friend.
Here I am looking down from a big cement block, which is standing where you once stood. In front of me, many such blocks and not a single kind of you. I miss you friend. Hoping that maybe one day, you’ll grow again, if only by then I’m still alive.



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