Play Holi with Dishoom

Holi 2013

We held a proper Holi party at Village Underground in Shoreditch on Sunday 24th March 2013.

It was a glorious, exuberant, colourful, joy-filled mess. Everyone from the tiniest little children to the most elderly aunty-jis had a fantastic time.

Over 300 of you showed up to our (sold-out!) party to see our master storyteller Vayu Naidu weave her magic. She told us how Holi breaks down barriers and brings people together, regardless of background, religion or social status. At its heart, this lovely, barmy festival is a chance to forgive past transgressions and extend the hand of peace.

Then the moment arrived – and we released almost 70kg of gulal (coloured powder) into the waiting crowd.

It went a little wild. We danced, and threw powder, and burst balloons full of gulal over each others’ heads, and chuckled at how barmy we all looked. It was magical.

Watch the video, and see for yourself. And if you like the look of our Holi party – do come and celebrate with us in 2014.

Holi 2013 gallery
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