It’s a fun and mischievous time here in Nepal these days …. today is Holi and all hell breaks loose. I went to yoga this morning and you would think I would be safe but I guess not ….
Holi is a Hindu festival but celebrated by all in Nepal, it’s a national holiday here. The festival signifies the victory of good over evil, the arrival of spring, end of winter, and a festive day to meet others, play and laugh, forget and forgive, and generally laugh and have a ton of fun. Also known as the festival of colours, it is a free for all where you are a sure target on the streets where young and old carry bags of coloured powders as well as water guns and coloured water-filled balloons for water fights. You get bombarded from the rooftops, no one or no place is sacred!
At yoga this morning, about 40+ people showed up (there is usually only about 15-20 max). We only did about half an hour of yoga after which it was mayhem, literally everyone grabbing plates of the coloured powders and smearing the colours on everyone’s face. They held back initially just putting a tika on my forehead, me being the only westerner and all. But then one guy who is at yoga every morning, had a bit of a glint in his eye and smeared my cheek with green and there were some howls of laughter (including me) so that opened the door for everyone else to smear my face too. All good fun.
For the past few days, the kids have been gearing up for Holi, so it was not unusual to have plastic bags of water being lobbed off rooftops onto passersby on the street below. Fortunately their aim was not that good and most times I managed to dodge the water bags. And one point on Friday a mother intervened when about 8 kids all lined up to throw water at me, while I was on my way to catch a bus to KTM for a meeting, so I was grateful for that.
As I write this, the bands have already started up and the kids are having a field day, and it’s only 9am. It’s gonna be a blast of a day.