Roses are #FF0000h and Violets are #0000FFh

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet;
And so are you.

I think Colors have always fascinated human beings, its a pity and perhaps a curse to be color blind, so as to not appreciate the beauty of this mature mother nature. Rich with its colors and profound with the varying intensities of the hues, it gives out different shades for each of the different moods in the form of fantastic color coded expressions – one each for one of its characteristic forms of life.

It neither fascinates me, nor it appeals to me, when people actually limit their vision and hence, the thoughts to a set of few colors they are cognizant. They limit their vision to the limited avenues life shows to you in the process of your evolution into a homo-sapien. I could never comprehend and perhaps can never in the future too, on what basis this gets ingrained into their ‘gray’ matter and the ‘red’ blood(quite materialistic…yet filled with colors). It is strange, or probably a coincidence that they dont realize there are many colors expressing different energies in life.

The White symbolizes to me the peacefulness and serenity. It gives me the chance to make anything on a canvas which is white. You have great amounts of freedom to write, scribble, sketch, paint and do what not with the white sheet of paper or a canvas that you are presented with. This is a perfect chance to understand what people do think about life and many things, and probably can give us a chance to understand them a little more..as you get to see ‘What they would do, when life presents them chances or avenues to pick and make their own’

The Black symbolizes the completeness, the confidence to the level of the brim. It is considered a bad omen for being black, or rather too low for not being white. Its strange but true. Trust me, there were many instances I have seen and I have heard of. Lets not bother to get into details here, as there is a space for that later

Then there comes the vastness of the blue, symbolizing the endless skies and abundant water on this very beautiful planet, then there is green-ness of the trees(not in concrete jungles…) and there is the blazing sun often treated with respect for bestowing life in shining red and symbolizing the latent energy and radiant light. You need not be a Picasso or a da Vinci or even Ravi Varma to understand and imprint the colors onto a paper. All it takes is two eyes to appreciate and a good memory to store it for the rest of your life, deep in your hearts – its a special place. The cameras have done a lot of damage to this aspect of humans, it made them forget and turned them to be materialistic about memories and I think there is a need to stop at some point and decide what is click-able and what is not. Its better to have the capacity to record in our brain, rather than on a stupid hard disk drive or a film that is gonna eventually deteriorate(I am not being pessimistic here ).

The violets, the purples, the cyans, the orange and many more of such colors are sweet results of what a creative mixing and playing with colors can do. Its just a case of being innovative and expanding our horizons and seeing what many people can’t see. Isn’t it wonderful to believe that there are millions of colors and shades and possibly a normal mind like me might not even be able to comprehend. And its not over, thats the best part about it. The imagination is probably the biggest boon given to the mankind, to be able to think, re-think and re-invent himself and his surroundings. Its probably what has made the world an interesting place – strictly my view.

The irony of this imagination and probably the mania behind getting attached and involved with these colors leads to two probable sicknesses. Either being obsessed with the colors and becoming blind to the fact that its just another aspect of life, that should have been probably meant to be enjoyed. The other being overjoyed with the fact that there are many beautiful aspects in life and associating them with colors and living the life of a child every moment. I read somewhere, that the 7 wonders of this world are in no comparison to the fact that there could be a possible of over 7 million wonders for a child. A dog’s sneeze, grandpa’s yawn, mom’s kiss, dad’s gift on birthday, a brother’s cajoling shoulder around you to protect you and what not…there are many things you can associate for a wonder – and trust me, we all felt this way when we were a child, probably its not comforting for you to accept it Which I wont deny, you maybe a ‘Grown-up’!

The agony would be the first situation when you get obsessed with the colors and the obsession becoming so big that it actually eats you up and helps you to safely shut the image you might possibly want to see i.e. the bigger picture of ‘Unity in Diversity‘. Its a sickening situation to have in this world, where the disgusting words like ‘racism’, ‘discrimination’, ‘favoritism’, ‘religion’ and ‘prejudice’ rule over the usage of words like ‘kinship‘, ‘love‘, ‘friendship‘, ‘family‘ and any ‘relationship‘. Its like felling down the tree that is manifested to give you the pleasure and warmth in whatever way it possibly can. Instead of glorifying and realizing the beauty of it, do we need to fell it and give a chuckle, and utter ‘Take that!, I’ve had enough of you’.

Never did our parents, or elders, or friends or even our teachers asked us to be ‘Philanthropic’. This is a moment, which I would at least urge you not be sadistic and behave like a moron and probably wait until it hits you, then realize that ‘my life should have been better’ at the age when you can’t anymore enjoy the very existence of it. At a time, probably when you should recollecting your memories and past and probably pen your thoughts from the pearls of wisdom you have collected until then…

To borrow my friend’s words and thoughts, I would say ‘Its not my choice – for my birth, for my parents, for my country, for my race, for my ethnicity, but, I can choose my friends, I can choose the way I want to live’.

Maybe hence, its possible to atleast live in a world which is devoid of discriminations based on color and divided by the discriminations based on any thing which is actually created by the Master.  Since Color is something which is closely associated with life according to me.  I paint pictures and I like memorizing landscapes, the happy faces, the monuments, so that they lead me to a happy memory.  I dont wish to see a bad memory, that too with a word that is probably better associated with good things in life i.e. Color.

Going back to where it started, it only gets better if we can possibly remember – ‘Colors’ are ‘life’ and though difficult be able to digest the bitter truth

‘If you can see only two colors on which the world is based upon’ you are possibly the ‘elite’ group of few who are ‘color-blind’. Its a pity that you have got a pair of eyes, which are better off without your heart. Remove the shades that is making your vision narrowed, you would see the wide angle of the chromatic lens which disperses a single white ray of light into the rainbow of colors – that to me is the beauty of the life. Its always got COLORS to make your life full of glory or ironically even the lack of it.

Adios Amigos….I lost my habit of wishing good bye in a new language everytime I end….so picking it up again.

Arrivederci

Any figments of imagination that are leading to catastrophic turn of events are often ‘treated’ as harmful and injurios to health.  So take care mates!  Life is precious and understanding is more important than justification.