A bunch of fiery red geraniums..
A bowl of 'fiery' green chilies..
A palate of blue sky against the lofty hillls..
All I am missing is a little yellow!
I guess the above lines need a little improvisation. Since I am in Naini and I can't shake off the memories of my schooling days here, I decide to re-compose the above stanzas using the exact names of the colors that I learnt in my art lessons
A bunch of vermilion(not crimson) red geraniums..
A bowl of verdian green chilies shining in the sun..
A palate of cobalt blue sky
All I wanted is a chrome yellow!
Back in school, I hated the snobbery of having all these names for colors, and I never knew when I grew into the snob who liked to showoff by using these specific names for them. How pretentious!
So actually its not the 'yellow' that I am missing but the humility.
The Indian society is blessed with just too many people who think they know too much. They have an auto reflex to take to the pedestal and begin preaching any moment. The preachings encompass everything, right from your personal life, professional choices and the mass favorite social diktat.
Everyone has strong views on what is best for you regardless of what you might think. These people can be found everywhere, they are there on the television newspapers, going viral on social media and exactly where there is a little sun by the turn of the road waiting for you to come by.
A clash of ideas and choices is obvious since everyone has a different way of thinking, different backgrounds, and different life experiences. However sometimes it gets a little difficult to be all rational and ignore the rants and stand tall like the hills against the sun and the rain..
These are the times when you just have 'to peace out!'
I had to wait for the spring, but I did find my dash of yellow!
