Crazy times!

Wow!!!
That was intense!!!!!!

It was a psychedelic experience for sure. The colors were so bright. It was amazing. But what wasn't as amazing was how aggressive many of the Indian men were (many times using this holy day as an opportunity to grab and grope the foreigners). Getting paint smeared all over your face, head and body can be a little annoying as well, to say the least. Although it can also be loads of fun too!. But with all the laughter and excitement I must admit that near the end I was finally brought to tears (and not happy tears). A big group of boys covered in black saw me approaching with the look that I was trying to evade the situation. I knew something was up but it was like walking toward my own doom with these boys. They launched theirselves on to me and smeared motor oil all over my face and neck! It was discusting. And I just started crying cause I finally had enough.

After reflecting on this experience with my friend Aruna I have come to see this reaction of mine in a symbolic way. I had no problems accepting the colors as they were smeared all over me; big, bold and bright pink, green, red, yellow and violet colors. It was amazing to see the world so bright and colorful. But it was the black that I had a problem with. And this I see as being one of my struggles in life; accepting the darkness (the darkness within me and within this world). So for me this was really a powerful learning experience which gave me deep insight into my own being.

But wow was it amazing how much of a natural high I felt just from being surrounded by so many colors!! So that's it for me now. I have many pictures to post soon!!
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