Its 'Festember' time once again,
and thoughts, of going back to the same road which you always dreaded to be
full of Heart-Breaks, knock at your head. I believe that is clue enough to
hint and thus to hit at what is amiss( A Miss !) in life. Having taken
enough lessons from the romantic movies that I lately have started borrowing ,
I am going to add some zing in my life by some colouring and that too in red(
not to mention the OtheR thing which has filled my life again with a re-MARKed
in red ). The situation should normally push me towards a gloomy secluded
corner of library, where I am found by default .And thus, I am going to throw
some light on me this time and that too the spotlight as they use in those
'Choreography Nights'. In sync with my philosophy of taking an easy
and fun filled approach during testing times( youu don’t want to look
like someone who tried and still failed ), I am going to take a week off and go
back to slate and find out why the drawing in process is going haywire.
Having done that many times and failed an equal number of times, I would take
the safer option of colouring it, and that too with red. Anything coloured
is bound to be more appealing than the bland sketches and some red would make
it a masterpiece (Or a cheap imitation ! ), guess that qualifies as being smart
:-)
I think that, by now you might have discovered that from where the
rotting smell is coming from. And thus I would go to the root of the problem
and shave off that beard which I thought looked macho, foolishly forgetting
that it’s the car that is central to the purchaser’s mind and not the colour. But,
what if you want to position yourself like the American Dream ‘Black Ford
Model-T’ OR (OR, not again ! ) our princely and unfailingly white Ambassadors
from bygone era, only a little trendy and yes, in red. Yes, it makes a huge
difference and that’s the reason why McD and other big brands go for red. If
McD is so desirable because of the red, painting myself red, won’t be a foolish
idea ( at least I think so ! ).
The
kind of colours that men and women have traditionally chosen for themselves has
always been in tune with what they want to portray themselves as. This
proposition certainly discounts the ones who wear shiny ones and aspire to
become a fish ,and a ‘Hilsa’ at that, pricey, classy and tasty as well. The
clarity of male logic makes us fill our wardrobes with shades of blues (denim Always!)
and whites, but women certainly don’t seem to appreciate that. A recent
experiment establishes that women choose pinkish things in life. So, while you
thought that it’s the muscles that they go for, it’s your being in the pinkest
of health ( That’s literary logic,though living in Pink City-Jaipur for the
best years of your life might not have helped ! ). The male belief of ‘peach not being
a colour, and a fruit’, leaves us with red, the colour of love and choice.
By
now, you might have also sensed a burning smell, and where is it coming from. I
guess am not wired right and thus the frequent fireworks in my circuit (which I
put on display as if its celebrations of Diwali or New Year ! ) .The few of all
those surviving active grey
cells are now daydreaming about the evening to follow. At the same time another
signal is being transmitted, probably from that part of the human brain where
fear resides,that red might alert the prey about the camouflage I am putting on,as there are many who do it on a a regular basis and I am a novice here.
The game is on,wish I hunt one down and pray to be the prey tonight.Yes, I believe miracles do happen even if you have wishes which cancel each other and the second one being the preferred one here( it saves you from making the awkward and risky first move.......also the subject of my next blog ). :-)
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