Colour

Colour colour which colour do you want? Red, Blue, Green and Yellow!

I guess most of us remember this game while at school along with the messy notebook paper folded to fit across thumb and index fingers of both the hands. I always wondered why the game always had only the prime colours. My favourite colours have always been the mellow yellows and the baby pinks; be it clothing, accessories or stationery. I feel the English are less adventurous when it comes to dressing even though there are some world famous English colours floating around. I feel the official colour of Great Britain need to be Black!

I have been employed for three complete years in this country and I have seen only a handful of people who include colours in their work wardrobe. Through my wise ponders and interviews I have been told that women feel less figure conscious wearing black and some men claimed that black suit gave them an air of importance. I come across an impeaching statement of how one can never find that perfect little black dress they always wanted. However, I still like the way the English dress and worth mentioning their manners.

If the physical aspect of colour can be set aside, I still see colours in my every day encounters on the train, in the station and even at my work place. I can see the green when a certain group of weight watchers discuss about how much weight they have lost within last few weeks. I can see the radiant yellow in the lady’s face when on her last day at work before her maternity leave. I can see the baby pink on cheeks of the handsome struggling actor early in the morning when he disembarks from a stuffy underground train. I can see the blue on a Monday morning at the queue for vending coffee at the machine. I can see the colour black at management meetings discussing about 55% management costs.


The whole world, as we experience it visually, comes to us through the mystic realm of colour – Hans Hofmann

A drop of water

What would a tear in the eye depict? My eyes water not on glee or wrath but because of the elements of nature. Being the owl-eyed lass I am everything goes straight in there: be it a heavy gush of wind, warm winter sun or just a bright sunny day my eyes water for unknown reason and on-lookers have a chance to pity me for being teary eyed. It happened this morning when there was a howling wind and I was running to catch my train. I did eventually rolled on to the train but was somehow blind for a second because my eyes were filled with water. It is one of those days when I had not refilled my hand bag tissues and had nothing but my shirt sleeve to dry my eyes.

I had sympathetic on-lookers trying to think about a sane reason why I might be crying my eyes out on a train in full public view of about a hundred passengers. I had no plausible reason except to play the part and gain sympathy – “little attention seeking me” at eight in the morning eyeing the handsome man who was standing next to me. It is amazing how non interested souls become attentive to human emotions or a sign of emotion rather than actual humans. My eyes eventually dried out and the good looking man got out at the next station – journey continued…