Collage

If Gods were in a mood to play Holi, I would have asked them to colour all of us in bright colours. Instead of being born Black or White ; more accurately fair or wheatish ( derivatives of White ) and dusky or dark (derivatives of black) we could be pink, red, blue, green, yellow, violet and many more shades and even many more combination of shades. God could have used the HP Laserjet colour printers to print his subjects in different bright colours and link the visible skin colour to the inner colour of a person. As such painting a courageous girl in red and a sober and shy girl with blue.

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A mere imagination of the project is hilarious. People in all different bright shades roaming here and there, like a packet of Cadbury Gems being scattered on the floor. Something like every different coloured candy of Poppins. What if all of us turned into colourful pandas like those featured in the Cadbury Gems ad ?

This dream project (If ever implemented by gods. If ever god could read my ideas) could have changed the scenario altogether. The view of this mundane world could have been brighter. If this was the situation, then the world would not be divided into Blacks and Whites. The Whites being more powerful would not have exploited the Blacks. The age old racial discrimination could have been avoided. The history would have a different shade.

Another discrimination mostly done by the Indian society of calling fair as beautiful and the darker as the lesser one could have no meaning. They could only know the inner colour of a person for this would be the factor for one’s skin colour. This wide range of colours would have discouraged people from thinking it this way. Though societies would bring out different ways to do so.

If a hilarious dream like this could bring positive changes to this world. Then why not?? I would like see the world as a collage of bright colours.

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This post is an entry to the “Take Flight With Colour” contest conducted by Indiblogger

I couldn't move...

It was a rainy day. And as I walked from the muddy lane to the rain-wet pitched street,you came along.I had waited for you for six long days. 

You asked me a ride and  I agreed invariably. And through the lane,through streets and then on the highway,among the shower we rode along. A long way we had and it was only spring.Dreaming of the seasons,the months,the years we rode along.

I was scared. Scared of the speed,the speed breakers and the sudden brakes. But you made me hold you tight. Assured that we would never fall. " we will be going smooth dear"you said.. I knew you drive well.

But when with some random children coming our way,and you pressed the brakes really hard, we fell down,without helmets.You were still holding my hand.With bleeding heads,knees,we lay on the crowded street. I couldn't move.I saw you getting up,in pain.but I couldn't move. You pulled me, asked me to stand up. I could hear you, but couldn't move. You were in tears,pulled me again.I lay still,couldn't move. 

You pressed my hand once , left it, let it fall...you walked away....

I screamed in vain, no voice came out..you walked away..I couldn't move .