Skip to main content

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. 

 

Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Story of the Soul unconcerned about the External World

“Great art is the outward expression of an inner life in the artist, and this inner life will result in his personal vision of the world”, said Edward Hopper, a prominent American realist painter. The saying might seem to be related to art as it is said by an artist but in reality it relates to all walks of life. Any great deed by an individual always turns out to be the expression of one’s own inner life. That is the reason why great art always walks hand in hand with solace. In the absence of this inner life, people tend to win over the material world with their deeds and thus become a slave to its desires.  It is the presence of the inner life that keeps men stable and unmoved to any fluctuations in the outer world and thus places them in a greater position than the rest.
Post a Comment
Read More >>>

Letter to Society Campaign - Open Letter 2

Dear society, You bothered me when I was an average student. I hated Math and you didn’t like that fact. You thought my parents reputation depended on my marks. You said I was putting them down - No, FYI I love them and will always do. And the respect they have earned cannot be tarnished by my percentage in math. No! You bothered me again when I was doing extremely well in my studies years later when I have learnt my interests and followed them. Didn’t you want that in the first place? You wanted me to get married because girls are supposed to settle at the right time. I’m a reason to worry for my parents because I chose career. You couldn’t comprehend what will I do after I study so much. Finally a girl had to get married. You were so worried about my future prospects - Actually you wanted me to study but not so well, earn but not so much, rise but not too high. Who will decide what Is the right time to do something and how much is enough? You? Sorry I disagree.  You were so so wo...
Post a Comment
Read More >>>

Call me Corona. Just Corona

  Hey There! It is me Corona! How are you doing? Well, don’t mistake my genuine concern towards your health for sarcasm. You seriously seem to be taking a great dislike towards me. That is why I decided to write this piece to you. Not everybody wants to be the bad guy always!
3 comments
Read More >>>