Delhi In March: Goodbye Winter!

The first few days of March try desparately to cling to what remains of the winter, but soon it becomes clear that winter has finally bid goodbye to the capital and summer is on its way. That makes March a kind of 'in-between' month.

The sun, that was so sought-after all these days, is better avoided now, especially in the afternoons. The warm clothes and razais that hugged you like a dear friend, are abandoned...as if the friend just went out-of-favour. It is time to put away your winter clothes. Wasn't it just a few days ago that you had to remember to drink water? Now, you are thirsty often and a drink of cool water is always welcome. Vegetables don't look so tempting as they did earlier. Soon, they will disappear altogether, making way for summer fruits and veggies.

This month heralds the festival of Holi that marks the end of winter. It is one of the major festivals of North India. Other than essential services, most of the establishments are closed. People enjoy the day with colours and sweets. It is unlike any other festival. It has turned into a social occasion which is celebrated outside the home.  I have written a detailed note on Holi in one of my earlier posts. Here it is:

http://thisislata.blogspot.in/2011/03/holi-is-around-corner.html

Holi is fun for sure. But there is more to March. It brings with it the dreaded board examinations. Every year, lakhs of students appear for these exams routinely, but that does not diminish the awe they always generate in parents and students alike. Families who have children taking the boards, experience some tense times. Many working mothers take leave and stay at home to extend support to their children. Of late, there have been some helplines where professional help is just a phone call away for those who cannot cope with the pressure. Examinations are important, but parents, teachers and citizens in general need to come forward and do their bit in reducing the unnecessary stress that so many of our young minds are subjected to. Better communication throughout the year can help to detect stress levels in the students, and timely counselling can save many careers.

The Union Budget, referred to as the Annual Financial Statement in the Constitution of India is presented every year by the Finance Minister in the Parliament in the last week of February. But this year, it is to be presented on March 16. The postponement is due to Assembly elections in five states. Once the House passes the Budget, it comes into effect from April 1, the beginning of the financial year. The Finance Ministry in the North Block situated on the majestic Raisina Hill is the centre of all the action. What gets prepared there, has its repercussions in the whole country. The day after the budget is presented, all the newspapers are full of budget-related news. The budget is all over the news channels on the telly. There are the mandatory interviews with the aam aadmi, economists, financial wizards and most interestingly, the Finance Minister's spouse!
 

Holi Is Around The Corner

When the nights started getting warm and the days warmer, when the woollen clothes felt burdensome every now and then, when you thought that you better open your windows, you knew that Holi was around the corner. The palash (flame of the forest, tesu) tree outside our window would come alive with little orange buds every year at this time. Soon, the whole tree was a riot of bright orange blossoms, their flames leaping towards the sky, leaving the tree completely bereft of its green foliage. This was my favourite harbinger, marking the turn of the seasons.

Photo by Santosh Chandran, CC-BY-SA

Holi, in Delhi brought the winter to an end. It came at a point when winter left Delhi, and summer was yet to arrive. It was the perfect time to shed your winter clothes, shed your inhibitions and join the party. But for years, we kept away from all the hullabaloo. We just did not like the loudness, the aggression and the mess that Holi brought with it. Why get doused with strong chemical colours that were not only hard to wash off, but were hazardous too? We wanted to avoid all this and preferred to stay put indoors, watching our neighbours who were hidden behind layers of powders and paints, from the safety of our home.

This went on for a few years. But our neighbours decided that they would not let us have the vicarious pleasure of playing Holi from the confines of our living room. So one fine Holi day, they rang the bell and knocked at our door, asking us to join them. We knew that they were armed with coloured powders, pastes and water bottles (pichkaris), ready to pounce on us as soon as they could, and so we decided not to open the door. The mob outside, though friendly, turned furious at our temerity and started pounding at the door with their fists. Some others kept the button of the bell pressed, making it shriek continuously. We were not sure if  keeping the door shut was wise, but we stuck to our stand anyway. The poor bell could not cope with the incessant pressure and fell silent. The thumping went on for some more time and then stopped. The group of revellers gave up on us and moved away, leaving us clean and dry, secure in our territory.

Even though we got what we wanted, we were somewhat uncomfortable because we had turned our neighbours away from our door without greeting them. We lived on the campus of an academic institute where my husband taught, so they were not only neighbours, but his colleagues too.

At the next Holi, we decided to participate in the celebrations in our campus. When we offered no resistance and went from door to door willingly with other people, they treated us as one of them and did not attack us with their deadly powders and coloured water, as they would most certainly have if we were to hide in a corner and show reluctance. Sure, they threw hot purple powder in my hair, and painted my face with fluorescent green, red and yellow, but the 'attack' was friendly, not ferocious. We followed this practice every year and soon became a part of the gang. The situation with chemical colours improved considerably as there were several campaigns against them in Delhi. People became aware of the dangers they posed and opted for organic colours that were safe.

Around noon, when everybody had played with colours to their hearts' content, a kind and generous neighbour used to invite all of us to his home for some refreshments. They had a neat garden outside their flat. Some of us sprawled on the lawn, while plastic chairs were hurriedly pulled out for others. The hostess disappeared in the kitchen to send platters of snacks for all of us. We felt very comfortable in each other's company in spite of all the mess on our clothes and bodies. It was at that instant that I understood the spirit of Holi. The Holi colours had the magical powers of hiding our formal demeanour and bringing out our true selves. We sat in that garden, sipping tea, munching on the savouries and soaking in the 'feel good' air around us. Taking a shower, washing the colours off our bodies and changing into clean clothes could surely wait for some time, couldn't it?