Lathmar Holi is a local celebration of the Hindu festival of Holi . It takes place days before the actual Holi in the nl neighbouring towns of Barsana and Nandgaon near Mathura in the state of Uttar Pradesh where thousands of Hindu and tourist congregate each year . It literally means ' that Holi in which people hit with sticks ' . Legend has that lord Krishna visited his beloved Radhas village on this day and playfully teased hey and her friends . Taking offence at this , the women of Barsana chased him away . Keeping in sync with the Story , the men from Nandgaon visit the town of Barsana every year . Only to be greeted by sticks . The women hurl sticks at the men , who try to shield themselves as much as they can . The unlucky ones are captured by the enthusiastic women who then make the men wear female clothing and dance in public .
IMPIA ( Part 3 of 12 )
IMPIA (Part 3 of 12). I groaned and dragged myself out of bed. The girls had called for a longer practice than usual, for some special training our newest team mate Maria was putting together. The girls. Plural. I still couldnât believe that we had managed to find each other and decide to go down this crazy journey together. I snuck out of the window and ran to our meeting spot near the water. Judging by how bright it was outside, I would give us an hour to return home before people realized that we were missing. Maria was already sitting by the water when I got there. She was playing with some kind of blade contraption. I stared to prepare to get into the water when Alicia came in running. She was carrying what looked like the swim suits women on the telly wore. âYou found them!â Maria said excitedly. I was confused; and made no effort to hide that. âWell you see, before we can win like champions, we need act like champions. And to act like champions, we need to feel like champions. So we got new suits â â Maria, our darling physicist turned swimmer started. âBasically, I bought us new swimsuits,â Alicia cut in while turning to look at me, âwell technically you bought us new swimsuits since I used the money I stole from you when we first met.â âAnd I got us a razor, because we all know that hair removal makes you a better swimmer,â Maria said. A razor? No way. They were so ridiculously expensive. How could she even afford that? âI told Mama that I ran out of nylon for my dresses, and so needed this razor as my legs would show,â Maria said, as though she was reading my mind, âbut unfortunately I could only get one so weâll have to share.â Alicia sat down quietly next to Maria and stretched out her hand. I shook my head. This was supposed to be the first team of female swimmers to represent Mexico on a world stage. And there they were, essentially painting toe nails. âItâll enhance your speed, trust me,â Alicia said. I sat down hesitantly and waited for Maria to hand me the razor once she was done. For a bunch of women who were strangers until just a few weeks ago, we were far too comfortable with each other. âIâm sure little Svetlana in Russia is also getting her hair plucked everywhere,â Alicia said as she watched Maria, âlike everywhere everywhere.â Maria giggled. Alicia laughed at the sound of Mariaâs giggle. And then eventually, we were all laughing as we jointly endured the pain of hair removal, of dreams we were not allowed to dream, and of all the secrets we were keeping to keep those dreams alive anyway #LumSalutes
Video of 1890 from the city of Paris. The Eiffel Tower had just been inaugurated and was only up stairs. Otis had not yet invented the elevator. You can see the Notre Dame Cathedral, part of the Champs Elysees, the Champs de Mars and the world's first automatic sidewalk. The video is real and the speed has been digitally remastered and sound has been placed. Go back 129 years in time and enjoy a bit of history of this incomparable city.
IMPIA ( Part 5 of 12 )
IMPIA (Part 5 of 12). I looked at all the women piling out of the buses covered with their flags. Breath taking. âTheyâre beautiful,â Bash said under his breath as we pulled up to the arena. He had generously offered to drive us to the American Womenâs International Invitational after Coach decided that he would only back our bid to Worlds if we medaled at the Invitational. âTheyâre also strong and brave and fierce. Make your compliments worthy of the people you give them to,â Maria said, shaking her head as she pulled out her bag. I walked into the arena and looked at the champions around me. The Russians. The Americans. The Japanese. The Australians. The Canadians. All with their coaches and spotters and supporters and years of practice. Meanwhile, we had Bash. And about two days to finish swimming and complete the 31 hour drive back home before our families would get suspicious about our âpicnicâ for the long weekend. Before we knew what was going on, we were at the starting line. I had never felt so small â both because some women had more muscles in their arms than I had in my whole body; and because these women had an air of confidence about them that was flat out intimidating. But we were about to enter my turf, where I knew everything would be fine. The gun went off. We dove in. It took all the mental energy I had to not turn to look at the people swimming beside me. It took all the physical energy I had to keep pushing forward after the pain flared up in my core from pushing through the first 50 meters. One minute and ten seconds later, it was all over. We had made it, just by an inch, to third place. And to Worlds, if everything went through as promised. I was elated, and wanted more than anything to stand on that medal stand with our flag above us. But I also knew that we needed to get out of there and get home ASAP if we wanted to survive to live through Worlds #LumSalutes
IMPIA (Part 2 of 12)
IMPIA (Part 2 of 12). âBash hurry up, hurry up! Weâre going to miss the race!â I said as I dragged him through the forest. We had to find a safe place where nobody would see us, so that we could enjoy our race in peace. I took one look at Sebastian. It was easy to see that he was exhausted. It was not so easy to see why he agreed to come along with me. As long as he brought along his fatherâs radio, I was not about to complain. I stopped as soon as we reached my favorite part of the riverbank. Close enough to get signal; far enough to not get caught. I settled down on the grass and turned up Bashâs radio. Just in time to hear about Australia and USA going head to head for the womenâs relay gold. I listened to the commentator detail every stroke of the competitors; and silently guessed all the parts the poor connection stole. Magnificent â what we all aspired to be some day. Heartbreaking â knowing that I could not turn this dream to reality if I were the only one who dreamt it. I must have been pretty lost in the race because I absolutely totally did not notice my bag being stolen. Bash seems to have been lost in something as well, because he only noticed his missing watch when a stream of policemen ran past us; presumably chasing whoever took things from us â and several others, by the looks of it. Half angry and half bored, Bash and I joined the chase. Within a few minutes, we were leading the pack. Boy, our policemen had work to do in the gym. Anyway, Bash had almost caught hold of our thief; when she quickly took a side turn and jumped into the water. Perfect. My turf. I immediately jumped in after her, ready to bring her to justice. It would be a matter of milliseconds before I caught up to her. A minute later, I was still trailing â and her lead was increasing. Could it be? Had I found someone better than me? Someone who could help me form a Mexican womenâs team one day? Someone who had given me permission to hope for the impossibleâ my name next to all those swimmers I so admired? I accelerated, trying to keep up. After all, my potential new team mate, cash, and dream were all slipping away #LumSalutes
Art is everywhere , you just have to look for it !
I saw this type expression of art and was totally mesmerized . Art is everywhere , you just have to look for it .
Isha Foundation .Coimbatore
This video was filmed at Isha during Mahashivratri 2018 .
IMPIA ( Part 4 of 12 )
IMPIA (Part 4 of 12). I had told Alicia and Maria that this was a bad idea. There was no way the National Selection Committee was going to allow us into the pool with men, even if we could swim faster than them. We had been waiting for the coach for hours. Maria and Alicia were determined to ask for a race against the menâs team to show the Committee that we deserved a chance to compete on the world stage as well. But they wouldnât see us, because they had made it clear that they could only send a certain number of athletes and women did not make the cut. More time passed. We watched the men swim freely as we sat there waiting. One of the men, who I recognized as their star swimmer Juan, walked in late. As he lazily took off his clothes, he announced that women and dogs belonged at home, not in pools. He winked at me. I could feel my blood boiling. It had been hours of disrespect that day, but a lifetime of being denied. And it was starting to pile up. Just then, the head coach, who had been hidden away from us until then, came running to us. âAh, you must be Juanâs new water girls! You see the water dispenser at the other end of the pool? Please quickly pour him a glass of water and wait at the other side for him to finish his lap and come up for a drink,â the coach said. That was the last straw. I jumped into the pool, fully clothed, and raced Juan to the other side. Just as we were about to reach the end of the lap, I accelerated, jumped out of the pool, and ran to the water dispenser. By the time Juan came up for air at the end of his lap, I was already standing there. With his glass of water. I turned to the coach. âSo is this okay for how I do my water girl duties, or would you like to talk about who you can and canât send to the World Championships?â The coach smiled and turned to Alicia and Maria, gesturing toward the pool. Time for them to shine. In the mean time, I looked at Juan staring at me, open mouthed. I winked at him #LumSalutes