RETURN OF FARTMAN!

The Colours That Blind

It's funny how colours play such a major role in our lives. We all think that colours are there to make things bright, to give life to both animate and inanimate objects, to add depth, among other things. Colours no doubt have played an important role in our lives, but another perspective can be taken. A more personal one, no doubt, but one that's startling enough to make me appreciate the simplicities of black and white.

I've had all the base colours add elation to my life through a single session of getting tattooed. Colours represented in the forms of liquor and beer have brought me to the mid-heights of ecstasy, something that's good enough for me at this point of time, though we've all experienced better. Colours instilled in movies, music and books have given me the pleasures of relaxation and simple enjoyment, often not requiring much brain activity. Colours all around us, adding that little extra touch to nature, said to ease the stress from our lives. These experiences we have often paid homage to, revisiting time and again; but just about two hours ago it became apparent to me: it's really not about the colours that we see, but about the colours that drape us on the inside.

In a single day I watched two movies in black and white, and it suddenly hit me. I've taken colours around me for granted all this while, that I've strayed somehow. I've forgotten that simple black and white can also convey the eseentials. The rainbow will give you the frills, the thrills and spills, but the essence is in simplicity.

What crossed my mind was the encounter with the ex. It was simple. No verbal communication to coat whatever emotions we had. Purely a fleeting moment of eye contact. That was all that was needed to bring out the emotion that had been inside of me all this while. It was a simple moment of black and white, colours inside me that had been condemned to emotional history. All the colours that had blinded me for the past few weeks, even months, receded in that very instant.

Now, the question is whether to allow these blinding colours to flow back into sight. Is it a form of protection? Is it a sign of victory? Or is it just the way things are? Will time even tell? Speculate, answer, dear reader. Please do.

Till next time, goodbye world.

posted by Da Buffalo! @ 3:49 AM