Holi is a festival of colour - quite literally! One of the main events is the smearing of coloured powder or liquid all over each other. It's great fun, but very messy.
After the attack. People who have been following my blog for a while, might remember that I got attacked for Holi last year in Darjeeling.
This is Sidsel who accompanied me and Susanna to the party. She is my successor as political intern at the Embassy, so we have long conversations about that work and have also made a couple of completely unrelated pacts (to drink old horrible tasting Feni and learn the lyrics of "Baby Got Back" by Sir Mix-a-Lot). To see her version of this day, visit her weblog here.
As I mentioned, this super cool celebration took place at a "farmhouse". This does not imply that the setting is one of cows and chickens running about (unlike in Delhi itself). Rather a farmhouse means a luxurious residential house or mansion, set on a large parcel of land on the outskirts of Delhi. The weather was lovely, the setting beautiful, and the arrangement wonderfully done.
A look at the (free) bar, serving all sorts of products.
Something in my drink... what could it be...? Ah! Coloured powder.
As the afternoon progressed the spirits got more and more lifted and the coloured attacks became more vicious. Some crazy guy even drenched the girls completely in coloured water. Yeah okay, it was me!
There was time for a game of football. Purple versus slightly less purple.
The final dance. The hosts had rented a huge sound system blasting out the newest Hindi hits. This is toward the end of the afternoon, after a moderate to heavy alcohol intake.
It is not coincidence that Holi is in early march. This is springtime in Delhi. It's getting warmer and our veranda becomes extra alive with life. Here's a big black bee of some sort, is enjoying our flowers.
And we even had a partial lunar eclipse in India in March. So I got up in the middle of the night to catch this picture of the moon being covered by the earth's shadow bathed in orange-red light. When I asked her Susanna didn't want to get up to see it, but the next morning upon seeing the picture she scolded me for not forcing her to come up and see it. But perhaps I should have, it really was a marvellous sight and a shame she missed it.