Car was still out of town on Saturday, so I decided the boys and I would cruise past the Krishna temple to get a peek at the Holi Festival brouhaha. The Sri Sri Radha Krishna Temple (that’s a mouthful) website explains it thus:
In India, Holi announces the arrival of spring and the passing of winter. The festival breathes an atmosphere of social merriment. People bury their hatchets with a warm embrace and throw their worries to the wind. Every nook and corner presents a colorful sight. Young and old alike are covered with colors (red, green, yellow, blue, black and silver). People in small groups are seen singing, dancing and throwing colors on each other. Though liquid colors are used in India (where it’s warm) we prohibit them, as we don’t want anyone to catch cold on account of the festival. Dry is better for photographs as well.
There will be musical interludes, the lighting of a bonfire, burning of an effigy, and the throwing of dry colors on friend and foe alike.
Take a moment, if you will, to admire my restraint, as I’m not going to comment about the writing in the preceding paragraphs. I merely share it for informational purposes.
We drove by the temple and saw all the people covered in dye. The boys thought it was fantastic and Big G spent the entire ride waving though his open window at the crowds. It was like his version of being parade-float royalty.
Being the fabulous mom I am, I realized it was a perfect opportunity to teach my children about religious diversity.
Me: Wasn’t that cool? That’s called the Holi Festival. It’s how the Hare Krishnas celebrate the beginning of spring. The Hare Krishnas are a different religion than we are.
Big G: Oh.
Me: We’re members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, so we don’t celebrate the beginning of spring like that.
Big G: We celebrate with stamps!
Me: Huh? No. We actually don’t really celebrate the beginning of spring at all.
Big G: Yes we do. We celebrate with stamps!
Me: Okay. Fine. We celebrate with stamps.
I don’t even know where that came from, people. All I can say is given the choice between stamping a card or burning an effigy, y’all can probably guess which direction I’ll lean.