By: Keyur Seta
“Will it be Happy Holi for us this year?” The six-year-old girl with two ponytails asked her mom in a sad tone. The mother was dying to answer in the affirmative but she couldn’t lie. All she could do was caress the little one’s head. She tried hiding their helplessness through a fake smile, not sure whether it would work… It didn’t. Her husband didn’t know what to say.
Few hundred kilometers away in Mumbai, a group of college kids were having the time of their lives at a Holi party in a resort in the Juhu area. Water was flowing almost as freely as air. Although their bodies were drenched, they were asking for more, with the ear-splitting DJ music taking them further into a trance.
Each one of them had planned the day long ago. They were lucky enough to be there since one was required to book in advance, despite being ready to shell out a huge amount. This was inclusive of Bhaang or liquor. There were some in the crowd who were crazily high despite not having taken any of these substances.
Just then, something out of the blue, took all of them aback. The water stopped flowing. Loud sighs and abuses were being heard. After making some enquiries with the staff, they realized that it was due to some issue between the resort and the municipal corporation of the city.
But the youngsters were not ready to take any of this. The abuses continued. “Such a flop Holi this turned out to be,” said one. “It’s terrible,” said another. A loud voice was heard, “It’s not a Happy Holi anymore. It’s unhappy Holi.”
Few hundred kilometers away in Marathwada district, a woman was seated under a banyan tree. Its leaves had dried off due to the terrible drought. But it had enough to protect her from the scorching heat. It was yet another day her family would be forced to live without water; rather survive.
With wells drying off, they were solely dependent on water tankers provided by the government, which arrived once a week. It was scheduled to come that day. But unfortunately, the villagers were been given a shattering news that the state transporters had gone onto a strike. There would be no water.
The woman knew that the rest of the country would be busy wasting water in the name of Holi while wishing each other, “Happy Holi.” Before the bad news was broken, she had told her husband, “If we get a decent amount of water for our basic use, that itself would mean a Happy Holi to us.” But that was not to be.
When the three of them were sitting helpless, her six-year-old daughter with ponytails asked, “Will it be Happy Holi for us this year?” The mother was dying to answer in the affirmative but she couldn’t lie. All she could do was caress her little one’s head. She tried hiding their helplessness through a fake smile, not sure whether it would work… It didn’t.
She looked away from her child as she couldn’t bear the sight of her dejected face. Just as she turned away, her eyes fell on the faraway road. The scene instantly brought a smile of relief on her face. She turned to her daughter and said, “It is a Happy Holi for us.”
As she lifted her up and walked towards the road, the tanker came nearer. The strike was called off just few moments ago.