Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world..

John Lennon, “Imagine”

Colours. The retarded devil in us, we all vehemently oppose housing.

When did colours stop being the dress we wore but the skin underneath? Is there an auction that I missed somehow? Colours have completely enveloped our lives effectively. Orange and green mean religion? White, brown and black somehow denote entire god-damn races? Why?

In India, it is very easy to start a war. Hitler’s got nothing on us. Screw gas chambers, here are a few steps how to,

Step 1 : Build 2 houses. These houses need to be able to hold a good two dozen people.

Step 2 : Plant Orange flag on one, green flag atop another.

Step 3 : Climb on the roof of either house and throw a relatively bigger Diwali firecracker into the other house.

after that, watch the surrounding areas being filled by scores of religious fascists protesting about the damages done by the other religion like it was their business. Sounds easy doesn’t it?

Anywhere else in the world, do the same thing, just make sure a black guy is throwing the same cracker on the other house, which should have a white guy, easy.

This rule doesn’t apply in Korea, because Kim Jong Un.

Seriously, though. Why is it such a big deal? Like there is this picture, that I saw, courtesy, which puts our thoughts into perspective.


Okay, you need a dark sense of humour to see that as funny, but the “n” word being a big deal is a standard example of “first world problems” because voicing one’s base opinions in public could get one beat up in India as history shows us.

Colours aren’t really that important, people. Because if the colours were that life-relevant,  Hindus would be orange/red-blooded, Muslims would be green-blooded and retarded cricket fans would be blue-blooded, Photoshop fans, There you go, that’s the new RGB.  I mean how preposterous could one get. Sometimes, I wish the entire world was colour blinded. That would simplify things and the world would be a better place. Then everything would be black and white, oh, wait.

Think about it, though, why can we all not be like Pandas. Pandas are chill, people.


Pandas, beating stereotypes to shambles since before the term racism was coined. 

I am not entirely just rambling on about racism, it’s colour in general. When we see black, why can we not see the night sky, that’s starry and beautiful? when we see white, why can we not see a birthday cake, or maybe a snowflake? When we see orange/red, why can we just not see a hot air balloon that takes off and soars, when we see green, why can we not see – green signal in Indian traffic in office hours on a Monday, yes boss, that takes the cake. It is not really hard, if Martin Luther King could dream it, Mahatma Gandhi could wish it, Nelson Mandela could live it and John Lennon could imagine it, why can’t you? Think about it.

To sum it up, I leave you all with a South Park episode to watch, a comic strip to read and a stanza from Rudyard Kipling’s “If”, a poem,

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Earnestly yours,

S. Narayanswamy