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DISASTROUS HOLI!



I know usually everyone enjoys Holi. I’m personally not a great fan… but my family is, so I do join them in the celebration. This year, like every year, we went to Creek Park. Not sure who were the organizers; however 89.1 Radio 4 fm was one of them.

Below are 10 points why this year it was disastrous:

1              The music sucked big time… mind you, it was all Indians organizing an Indian festival, without the knowledge of which festival! They just wouldn’t play HOLI songs!
2              They hired a comedian to perform right in the midst of the celebration… trust me, it’s just not worth the details! No one heard it either, most left…
3              The suppo-sed ‘STAR OF THE NIGHT’ Monali Thakur, who was lip syncing songs for us, got all pepped up, prepared the audience, and guess what she played for Holi? Ringa Ringa from Slumdog… oh and she expected us to really dance to it! Really, mujra in Holi is not appropriate! I’d rather go clubbing wearing skimpy clothes!
4              The stinky water… when we went to the toilet to wash-up a little, the water had this distinctive smell… something like, fertilized water…
5              The Tide competition… now I’m sure not really sure if Rin is better than Tide, but shouldn’t Tide stick to safedi ki chamkaan? The competition was only for those wearing the Tide t-shirt… what happened to bheegi chunariya? Dint really care till we saw the kids, who couldn’t participate, upset…
6              I actually paid AED 50 for this crap… do I need to elaborate on this? I’m trying real hard not to swear on this blog!
7              No bhaang or thandaai! I understand the law in UAE is strict about bhaang, but what about thandaai? You could’ve atleast served that! Last year we paid less and still got free thandaai!
8              Point to note, the organizers wouldn’t play Holi… what kind of marketing is that? Aapki ki twacha mein koi daag nahi lagega… agar laga bhi, to kuch dino mein nikal jayega! They were so unenthusiastic about the event, kinda discouraging to the audience.
9              People started thinning out really quickly… cause just next door we could hear loud music, HOLI music… that was happening at wonderland… that place was over-crowded even though it was more expensive… I wonder why?
10           Since I cant think of anything, I’m just going to complain about the music scene… ‘touch me touch me’ is not something I would play for Holi festival… trust me when I say this, the only Holi song they played was ‘Rang Barse’ that also almost near the end. What happened to ‘Holi ke din,’ ‘Holi ya me ude re gulaal,’ ‘holi khele raghuveera’ and so many more… maybe I should provide them with a playlist!

Ok, by now some of you are thinking, ‘why dint she just go next door like everyone else?’ Unfortunately, the praja over there was a little lukha… so obviously, we cannot go there without all the men of the family, who can’t be bothered with Holi. They come from Veraval, it’s like a village (actually a city, but like a village), where you can only imagine how lavishly (not to mention dangerously) they celebrate each festival… for them, Dubai anyways sucks!

But let us not change the topic… I love Dubai so wont blame it for disastrous festivals, that’s the fault of the organizers!

That’s all folks… 

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