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Donning the colours of Patriotism

 Of late, I am greatly worried I might have turned blind to certain colours. It’s already been a week since I noticed this issue and I am still not able to identify a name for it. As usual, I asked my google assistant to tell me if there is any such disease that lets an individual see only few colours and skip the rest but interestingly she has no idea. May be if it is a man, he would have found an answer to it, but apparently people do not recruit men as bot assistants for some reason. Should ask a feminist what she thinks about this biased favouritism bestowed towards women in this field.

I decided to wait for a while and see if it gradually recedes on its own. For two weeks I had to suffer with this Four Colour Syndrome; FCS I named it just in case someone came up with a similar complaint. Beginning from my morning newspaper to any channel I tune to on my smart TV, all I could see were four colours, white, green, orange and blue to be precise. I open a shopping app and I see just these four colours. I open a browser, its interface is again painted in the same colour scheme.

I must tell you, it was a terrible fortnight with nothing to see other than these four colours. I finally could not bear it any further and tele-consulted an ophthalmologist. He was a kind old man struggling to work through this new method of diagnosing without even looking at the patient. He however, listened to me patiently and after a slight pause took a sigh and told me to wait for few more days. On 16th august, he said I shall find myself normal again.

I asked him if he had any medicines for me, but all he said was to avoid media, print, broadcast, social whatever form it takes, to ease my eyes until then. Bewildered, yet I followed his advice. To avoid social media is a task tougher than avoiding noodles because they are Chinese, but I did follow his advice. The prescribed day has come and trust me, he was right. One day after 15th august and I see no more orange, green, white and blue glaring across me from every corner of my digital screens. The celebration is all over and we are back to VIBGYOR and its multiple progeny testing my efficiency to be able to identify them all at once. 

 

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