The Republic Day Parade celebrates the Constitution, itself an expression of the spirit of our country and its diversity – of dances and songs, physical features, historical characters and incidents; the countless stories that make up this glorious republic.
Neil Harbisson sees the world only in black and white. But he has the ability to hear colour. Telephone lines have now become green, and Amy Winehouse’s Rehab is pink.
The Surf Excel Holi ad seems innocent enough, but somehow the idea that two children of different faiths could be cordial in a fictional setting triggered a very vocal section of social media. The only safe option is a 30-second PSA explaining the benefits of participating in Holi on our souls narrated by Amitabh Bachchan.
Whether it is the workplace or the neighbourhood, conning Holi and its rituals has become regular practice for me. So much so I have plans, both mental and tangible, to make sure I survive the week.
Future civilisations will think of the original inhabitants of Earth as a primitive race, which played a game called Holi with each other, but not before respectfully asking for consent. Until they find news reports of the accusations against Anu Malik, at least.
As with most of the modern world’s ills, it’s easy to blame Bollywood for a dramatic shift in our Holi aesthetic. But let’s be honest – the Holi look is all because of Instagram. And Rekha.
My idea of Holi is old-school Bollywood – pristine white kurtas, do chutki wale rangon ki thaali, and homemade gujiyas with kanji. No synthetic colours, just some good old gulaal. No DJwale babus, but a few neighbourhood women singing folk songs.