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Banarsi Holi

Last year, I could not go to my hometown, Banaras (Varanasi वाराणसी or Kashi काशी) on Diwali (Deepawali). That was one of the worst days of my life, that I realized when we had to go out for the dinner and we missed the suite of delicious home-made pakwans (food). Next day only, I booked round-trip tickets for Banaras. And, wallah, what fun I had this time on Holi....after a long gap...we played holi going topless (nicer term for tearing tees n shirts) with all sort of colors, gulaal and MUD! :))

It took me over 2hrs to be somewhat recognisable, and I still have my nails red coloured! But, what we guys, me n my ol'school friends, really treasured this Holi is the bond....nothing can ever break! Never ever! :)

As promised this post is to share with you all my Holi-pictures....

The Holi Gang

The Holi Gang Pose 2


Mud'incarnation Phase 1
Mud'incarnation Phase 2

Some deshi-pakwan after the tussel


His Highness "Me"


And finally, a video....



Ultimate Video...Not a GangRape...Jus Holi Masti

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