This time, I enjoyed holi at home after a gap of 8 yrs (Ain't I a great hosteler? ). I realized - What i was missing over these entire periods - No, it was not only delicious PUAs - I was missing my childhood too. Preparations used to get started weeks before. I along with my Grandpa, used to go to the market ( needless to say - holding his fingers) in order to buy PICHKARIs. They used to be of three different shapes - one for me and two for my two sisters. The mango-shaped one was quite popular those days and was my obvious choice. Back at home, at first, water was filled in it and gush of water were sprayed on the face of my sisters, sometimes on the face of my grandma (but I had no courage to try it on my mom's face bcoz my first attempt was followed by...). Anyway, two pichkaris, which originally belonged to my sisters, used to get disfigured by me right before the Holi-day. No one knew - Where I used to keep my mango-shaped pichkari ? For my sisters - It was an extreme of wickedness (now, for me too!!! )...In the early morning of Holi, I used to bring out my pichkari from nowhere but oh no - it used to last only for few hours. Yeah, I was too harsh with any sophisticated product. A short act of pray before father clicked everytime. In fact, he used to buy three pichkaris - a day before Holi. I wondered that time - Where from he knew that I would need it one day later ? But now, I understand - Every father knows his son very well :)
This time, I reached at home only one day before. No pichkari was bought. There were no friends. My sisters, who used to fight with me those days, were helping my mom in preparing Puas. There was no childhood !!! Few years back, when i had returned after playing Holi with my friends, my father had mistaken me for someone else and had asked me - Where is Rahul ? This time, there was lack of color in the festival of colors !!! Even when someone tried to color my face, I stammered - "I am allergic to the Colors". But why I am telling you all this ? Perhaps I want to say - Don't send your child to hostel. They say - Something has to be given up in order to achieve anything. But, what if it comes at the cost of your CHILDHOOD !!!!!!