Can India clean up with a colours-mukt Bharat?
Blue and Green were sitting glumly in a pub called Easel and Paintbrush. They were lamenting what pollution had done to their tribe called Colours. With all the smoke and dust and smog, Colours were starting to lose their distinct identity. Everything and everyone looked like Grey, who was very dull, or worse, like Brown and Black. “There was a time not so long ago when I was invoked to describe a blue-eyed boy, blue blood, and blue ribbon panels. Even the Indian men’s cricket team was called men in blue,” moped Blue. “Now I’m not even remembered once in a blue moon because no one has seen a moon, forget a blue moon. For that matter people have even forgotten the sky is blue.”
“You can complain till you are blue in the face!” cut in Green. “I gave humankind the green light, green paper, green thumb, and green shoots. Even Americans embraced me to produce greenbacks, their currency. Now everyone says they don’t get the rub of the green because of pollution.” “You are just a green horn, bro,” chipped in Red, who thought he was the red hot one among Colours and was therefore always painting the town red. In fact, he used to think every day was a red letter day and everyone ought to roll out a red carpet in his honour. But now pollution had gotten the better of him and he sometimes looked his darker cousin Brown, rather than his lighter cousin Pink who blushed when tickled. Even Pink had been given the slip by pollution and dismissed.
“What are y’all complaining about?” piped up White, casting a disdainful look at Blue because she thought she was both the superior colour and had a superior collar. “I’m the worst off because I am so pure and pristine. But pollution has destroyed me and I’m about to wave the flag and surrender.” Everyone clucked sympathetically although White was prone to lie.
While all Colours were complaining about what pollution had done to them, Saffron sat quietly on the barstool with his back to them listening to their conversation. He was not a Primary Colour and did not consider himself part of the Brotherhood of Colours. Instead, he claimed that if everything and everyone turned Saffron, it would be easier to fight pollution, even though there was no evidence to prove that, and he himself had done squat about pollution so far.
DISCLAIMER : This article is intended to bring a smile to your face. Any connection to events and characters in real life is coincidental.