If there’s one festival that vCommission knows how to celebrate in full swing, it’s HOLI! This year, we took the madness a notch higherâcolors flying, music blasting, people laughing, and an energy level that could put a Duracell bunny to shame.
The moment the celebrations kicked off, it was clearâthis was going to be one for the books!
Whatâs Holi without dhol? Exactly. So, we did what any fun-loving, full-of-energy, no-chill workplace would doâwelcomed not one, but TWO dhol walas!
And the moment they started playing, it was as if someone had hit the turbo button on everyoneâs energy levels!
BOOM! The first beat dropped, and suddenly, the office was unrecognizable. Papers? Forgotten. Laptops? Ignored. Work? Whatâs that? This was a full-blown desi music video now.
People ran to the center like soldiers rushing into battle, forming circles, cheering, and hyping each other up. Within seconds, it was pure madness.
Twirls? Check.
Bhangra moves that could put a wedding baraat to shame? Oh, absolutely.
Some “creative” (read: questionable) breakdancing that may or may not have resulted in minor injuries? You bet!
The enthusiasm was so intense that we had a genuine moment of panic. “Are they going to run out of energy before the games even start? Will we have to cancel everything and just let them dance all day?” Someone even suggested a water break (a WATER BREAK during Holiâcan you imagine?!).
But then we thoughtâ“Yeh Holi hai boss, yahan sab kuch chalta hai!”
After what felt like an eternal struggle to peel people off the dance floor (seriously, some had to be physically dragged away), we moved on to our first big gameâthe ultimate test of luck and skill: The Balloon Dart Challenge!
Now, close your eyes and picture this:
A massive wall, completely covered in vibrant, colorful balloons. But hereâs the catchâinside some of these balloons were hidden cash prizes ranging from a humble âš10 to a glorious âš500. And inside others? A cold, heartless note that simply read,
âBetter Luck Next Time.â đ
Oh, the thrill! The suspense! The heartbreak!
The rules were simple:
1ď¸âŁ Take a dart. đš
2ď¸âŁ Aim like your entire reputation depends on it. đ¤
3ď¸âŁ Pop a balloon. đĽ
4ď¸âŁ Pray to every possible deity that you donât get a âBetter Luck Next Timeâ note. đ
And let me tell youâthe drama that unfolded was Oscar-worthy.
The first contestant walked up with full confidence, channeled their inner Arjun from Mahabharata, locked eyes with a golden balloon, and⌠completely missed. The dart flew to the side and hit the wall. A collective gasp echoed through the crowd. Was this a sign? A bad omen? đą
Then came the lucky ones. One guy popped a balloon and BOOMââš500 rained down into his hands. He ran around screaming like he had just won Kaun Banega Crorepati, refusing to believe his own luck. âDrinks on me tonight!â he declared. (Still waiting on that, by the way. đ)
And then⌠there were the unlucky souls.
One poor player popped three balloons back-to-back, only to find “Better Luck Next Time” every single time. Three times. In a row. The crowd erupted in laughter while they stood there, staring at their cruel fate, questioning every life decision that led to this moment.
And letâs not forget the overconfident onesâthe people who walked up with the swagger of Olympic archers, promising that their aim was flawless. They raised their darts, took a deep breath, and⌠completely missed. Not once. Not twice. But every single time.
(We wonât name names, but if you were there, you know exactly who you are. đ)
By the end of it, the winners were celebrating, the losers were plotting their revenge for next year, and the rest of us? Well, we were just having the time of our lives watching the chaos unfold.
Next up was musical chairs, but with a fun, nostalgic twist!
We went back to our school days and divided everyone into Red, Green, Yellow, and Blue houses. Each chair was labeled with a specific color, and if you werenât fast enough to grab your teamâs chair when the music stoppedâwell, tough luck!
And the music? Only the best Bollywood Holi bangers. “Balam Pichkari,” “Rang Barse,” “Holi Ke Din”âthe playlist was fire.đĽ
What started as an innocent game of musical chairs soon turned into a battlefield. People were diving, shoving (playfully, of course), and fighting for those last few chairs like their lives depended on it. Hierarchy? Gone. At that moment, it didnât matter whether you were a manager or an internâeveryone was equally competitive and equally dramatic.
And when the final winner was declared? They celebrated like they just won a Filmfare award. Tears were shed, fake speeches were made, and we were all thoroughly entertained.
Now tell me, whatâs a Holi celebration without a good old-fashioned Antakshari battle? But hold onâthis wasnât your regular, sit-in-a-circle, âletâs just hum a few linesâ kind of game.
This. Was. WAR.
We had rules.
We had drama.
We had⌠DANCE.
We divided everyone into teams based on colorful bandanas (because, obviously, aesthetics matter). The challenge? Every team could only sing Holi-themed songs. No random Arijit Singh heartbreak numbers, no peppy party anthemsâonly full-on rang-barase, bhang-fueled Bollywood Holi madness.
But waitâthere was a twist! While one team belted out a song, someone from their team HAD to dance. And not just a little head bobâthey had to go all out.
And let me tell you, the performances we witnessed? ICONIC.
Some people went full-on Sangeet modeâtwirls, expressions, and moves straight out of a wedding choreography video. They werenât here to play; they were here to slay.
Some just awkwardly shuffled, clearly regretting all their life choices, looking at their teammates with a silent plea: “Save me.”
And some? They just surrendered. One guy literally threw his hands up, sat down, and said, âBas karo bhai, main nahi kar sakta.â His team booed him, of course.
But the best part? Right in the middle of this musical battlefield sat a chilled bottle of Thandai.
Because letâs be realânothing screams Holi like screaming song lyrics into a mic, while your friend attempts to dance like Hrithik Roshan, and you take celebratory sips of Thandai like itâs your prize for enduring the madness.
After hours of non-stop madness, it was time to refuel. And trust me, after all that dancing, dart-throwing, and chair-grabbing, everyone was STARVING.
We ended the celebration with delicious food and refreshments, while everyone sat around, reliving the best moments of the day.
From dance-offs to epic comebacks in Antakshari, from balloon-popping disappointments to unexpected victories, this Holi at vCommission Media was one of the most EPIC celebrations ever.
The colors may fade, but the memories? Theyâre here to stay! đđđ
Till next yearâHoli Hai!!! đ
