this weekend was quite possibly the most insane weekend yet here in india. we decided to take a housemate trip to rishikesh to celebrate holi, the hindu festival of color. the basis of the festival is fascinating- celebrating the coming of spring, the full moon and the burning of hate. majority of the festival involved throwing various colors of powder at one another, as well as HARD water balloons (nan's neck may never be the same from a brutal sneak attack), dumping water buckets and dye, eating pakoras, drinking heavily and dancing (i may or may not have danced on a sadhu. TWICE). i really can't think of a way a festival could be more of a rocking party. being white westerners, it is probably an understatement to say that we were targeted and hit more than most.. the indians call it playing holi and well, we played hard.the pictures effectively capture much of the emotion, excitement and craziness of the ordeal so i will let them do most of the explaining..
OH.. i still am pink. especially my hair and ears. today my students thought i didnt realize this fact. about every five minutes (seriously) i heard 'ms shriver, you're all pink!......thank you woodstock youth. you are brilliant minds of the future...
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