A handful of thoughts

Once upon a time, there was a company that set up office in Kolkata and recruited bunches of young boys and girls most of whom were just out of college. And these boys and girls had none too old bosses either. A few days before Holi, the public festival for colors, the bosses of this office decided to have a dancing competition among the staff. They were divided into groups, given songs to choose from, and whoa begn the REHEARSALS. Just as in colleges, there were fights over the time slot division of the practice hall (which was the canteen on normal days) and also over choosing the song because no two teams could dance to the same music. Now just for your information, all the scores were popular Bollywood numbers like aja nach le, biri jalai le, chhote chhote shaheron se, kajra re, and so on.

At about 4 pm, the canteen was transformed into the auditorium. Plates of gulaal (colors), red, yellow, green, orange, pink, were placed at all accessible points inside the hall, mikes were on and lights went out and the competition began. There were good performances, bad performances, drab performances and average performances. But the icing on the cake, was the performance of two runners - one of them disguised as a courtesan and the other as a suitor. Nothing was amiss; the pelvic thursts, the dirty looks and the false moustache were all in their places and the audience? They were all on the floor, wriggling with bouts of laughter (some even started having convulsions). These runners were winners and so were the rest of the staff who broke into a colourful chaos emptying plates of gulaal on each other  shouting at the vertex of their voices - Holi Hai…..

These colourly boys and girls then set out on the street, infecting and surprising software professionals with their boisterous behaviour, setting trends in carefreeness, living life on the terms of the most daringly erotic scream Indians are capable of - Holi Hai…..