“The self biased binary multivibrator. Its characteristics are.. ”, and suddenly there is a shrill cry from far end of the hostel, “They are coming… They are coming… Close all doors.”. I peeped out of my room window to the usually calm street lying below opposite to my hostel and saw a big, no huge crowd of around 150 boys all only in their pants of shorts marching towards our hostel, crying out slogans of ‘bahar niklo.. bahar niklo.’
Sulay was all white and his reflex was to bolt the doors of the room. The alleyway of the BS block, once all bustling was pitch silent and empty. The shouts continued for several seconds, maybe half a minute and later they broke the defence of the doors and broke in. Our ranks were infiltrated!! (As they say in war). They filled whole hostel and were kicking the doors of the rooms of their seniors. The inmates were made to bath in the colours when they like innocent riot victims were just … innocent. Yes it was a riot out there. Like people don’t look whether it’s a man or woman or for that case which caste, they were not concerned whether it was their senior or an incognito person. Sulay and I were numbly silent and frozen in the room. We were in no mood to relent to the hysteria, having exams the next day onwards and knowing the wildness and raveness with which the people celebrate it here. Yes, wild!! They tear off all upper waist clothes for everyone and for those who are famous or for that case infamous, they have to let go of their pants as well. So practically once you are caught in the commotion, you ought to go half naked and if you’re unlucky to be famous, you may well roam around in boxers or briefs!!
Welcome to S.V.N.I.T. This is the place of cross-cultural, multi composite and multi lingual public, ‘JANTA’ as I term them. We maybe from different states and some from diff countries, but when it comes to real enjoyement, we have our own Ishtyle, Tashan or way of life. Well to be frank, we all were on for a low key holi due to the exams the next day onwards, but as they say, “Life finds a way, howsoever you suppress it.”
So there we were, waiting for whole ‘rangmanch krida’ to get over without the crooked fingers being pointed on us. I would compare the situation to a famous hindi movie- GADAR. Particularly the seen where the heroine (who is a moslem) is being chased by hindu fanatics or riot victims for their avenge. The protagonist comes and gives cover to the running girl. But the dialogue and the amount of shouting and intensity we witness is of remembrance. It’s a diff. matter that they marry there itself on the railway tracks in front of the vulture faced people. “ Sab jagah gadare machi thi.. ”. So finally people painted the whole of the hostel and proceeded towards the canteen. As the coast got cleared, we came out and suddenly… Couple of friendly faces poster my face, clothes and hair. It all went down to nothing. I was finally down the drain hole.
So now I decided to proceed to the canteen, get into the bandwagon and feel the procession. Also, the fact that we would get free mithai, food and Thandai was on the agenda of many incl. me. So there I was 10 min later, dancing and hugging all mates and friends amidst what seemed like a movie depiction of holi, with all boys without their shirts, some dancing, some singing, most colouring each other or a group plundering a single guy. ‘Dhol and naach’, that was the scene. We met people of other years and soon people attacked the food stalls. Imagine you are the server and 50 hands stretch, push you, snatch from you and you need to distribute the food peacefully. That was wrecking!!
Finally after a stint with the faculty, we all returned to our hostels, each hurrying more than the other, to be the first to clean up. It was of the impression ki the whole water supply of the area would be needed to let all bath properly. Back at the hostel, we fought our ways to the bathrooms and those who couldn’t get chance would clean up at the basin or the washroom. It was juxtapose to what we generally have it when people hardly take a bath.
I particularly remember forming a small poem in my mind for the whole celebration. It goes like,
“Phook phook ke nikle hum iss holi pe khelne.. Gulaal aisa uda ki hume poora rang diya… Peet peet ke khela rango se logo ne aise Exam ki daud aur haud ko bhula diya… Ghoom ghoom ke log aisa naache Ki saale badan ke baalo ne bhi HAPPY HOLI bol diya. ”