The Great Holi Spuddle

The Great Holi Spuddle It was Holi, the grand festival of colours, yesterday. Being a proud member of the exclusive (and unofficial) no-colour-no-water club, I spent the morning avoiding the efforts of the over-enthusiastic well-wishers armed with powders, water guns and balloons to cajole or drag me into their super-noisy colour party. I had ample time on my hands. Safely ensconced inside, I started with a list of jobs to finish alone quietly. What did I actually do? Nothing! Well, not exactly nothing. I was seriously occupied in this and that. You know, those critically important, life-altering tasks like rearranging books on the shelf, contemplating the future with my fourth cup of chai , and scrolling through ‘happy Holi’ messages that added immense value to my day (or so I convinced myself). Around dinner time, I counted my achievements, and there was this grand total -zero. An intense brain-racking exercise followed and finally, my one achievement for the day was findi...