Holi in Pushkar, an explosion of colours.
Whenever someone talks about celebrating Holi in style, what do you think of? I think of colors in the air, everyone on the streets and Holi music playing in the background. And that is just what you get when you visit Pushkar during the festival of colors. Holi in Pushkar is a celebration of color and definitely not to be missed.
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We reached Pushkar on ‘choti Holi’ and went to drop off our luggage at ‘Young Monx’, a hostel we had booked a couple of days prior. If you ever plan your own trip to Pushkar during this season, make sure you book well in advance as everything gets booked. The hostel only had the basic amenities, and we did not feel it was worth the price. But we were out of options and also were shifting to a hotel the next day anyway.
We left the hostel and reached the market which was pretty close. We stopped at the ‘Funky Monkey’ cafe to have a bite; the owner was very friendly and told us all we needed to know about the festival. Afterward, we walked towards Brahma Mandir along the ghats and reached the mandir at the time of the aarti as well as the sunset.
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We sat down at the ghat and witnessed one of the most profound moments of my life. We could not watch the sunset clearly from the ghat we were at but we did see the moon come up, which was indescribable. The aarti, the ambiance, the peaceful surroundings made it beautiful. Then we decided to go to ‘Laura’s Cafe’ to have our dinner. The cafe was filled with tourists and staffed with friendly locals. We ordered our food along with a ‘special’ watermelon juice which was in itself a treat.
The Festival of Holi in Pushkar
On the day of Holi, we hurriedly changed into the old clothes we had carried, applied coconut oil and left for the ‘chowk’. We made sure to not carry any of our precious belongings, just some cash, and water. We were ambushed by kids right outside our hostel who applied wet color on our faces. Using the colors we had bought a day ago, we played with them right back. On our way, we were greeted with colors and cheers of ‘Holi Hai’ from all the strangers on the streets. They used water guns, threw dry colors but usually kept their distance.
As we got closer to the chowk, we understood why people called it ‘kapda phaad holi’. All the men were shirtless and their shirts thrown along the road. We were a little intimidated because of the crowd but went ahead anyway.