The festival of HOLI
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It was the festival a colors just a few days back and as I scroll through my news feed I still found pictured of people painted and drenched in colors. Since most people do not know the legend behind this festival, here is the story that lead to the birth of Holi.

There is an emblematic legend to clarify why Holi is praised as a celebration of hues in the respect of Hindu god Vishnu and his adherent Prahlada. Lord Hiranyakashipu, as indicated by a legend found in part 7 of Bhagavata Purana, was the ruler of satanic Asuras, and had earned a boon that gave him five uncommon forces: he could be killed by neither an individual nor a creature, neither inside nor outside, neither at day nor during the evening, neither by ‘astra’ (shot weapons) nor by any ‘shastra’ (handheld weapons), and neither ashore nor in water or air. Hiranyakashipu developed pompous, thought he was God, and requested that everybody adore just him.

Hiranyakashipu’s own child, Prahlada, opposed this idea. He was and stayed given to Vishnu. This maddened Hiranyakashipu, subjected Prahlada to barbarous disciplines, none of which influenced the kid or his intention to do what he thought was correct. At long last, Holika, Prahlada’s insidious aunt, deceived him into sitting on a fire with her. Holika was wearing a shroud that made her safe to damage from flame, while Prahlada was definitely not. As the fire thundered, the shroud flew from Holika and encased Prahlada, who survived while Holika consumed. Vishnu, the god who shows up as a symbol to reestablish Dharma in Hindu convictions, appeared as Narasimha – half human and half lion, at sunset (when it was neither day nor night), took Hiranyakashyapu at a doorstep (which was neither inside nor outside), set him on his lap (which was neither one of the lands, water nor air), and after that destroyed and killed the ruler with his lion paws (which were neither a handheld weapon nor a propelled weapon).

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The Holika blaze and Holi means the festival of the emblematic triumph of good over evil, of Prahlada over Hiranyakashipu, and of the fire that consumed Holika.

Hey. I am Sagarika. I hail from the City of Joy. Though I have graduated as an engineer, writing has always been my calling. What had started as a weird Paragraph at an essay writing competition, has now turned into an all time passion for me. Though the entire world is my muse, dogs are my favourite form of life.


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