Blue Love
Author: Blissful_Banjaran
The colour of his eyes, the cover of my favourite book, Saman’s favourite genre of music, Ammi’s Wedding Sharara, which I desire donning at my wedding, my favourite pair of Levis jeans, all of these are bound by a common attribute, that caused their inclusion in my favourite’s; the colour BLUE.
Its reputation is described under various names Firozi in Urdu, Neela in Hindi, Azraq in Arabic, Mavi in Turkish, Azul in Spanish And Bleu in French. Different cultures, different theories behind the name, one emotion, same romance.
My fascination for blue in all its hues isn’t just vision born it's sentimental.  Every time I am introduced to a newer version of it; some happy, some sad, some gloomy, some bad, my love for it is taken a notch up. I have no record of when my fascination for it crossed that limit and transcended in the arena known as obsession. Not surprisingly I buy everything in blue when I go out to shop and that habit of mine isn’t meted with surprise anymore, I guess they have given in, my Family, my mother in particular. Maybe she has understood despising something just because it is over liked is just as prejudiced as apartheid.Even the genre of music Blues derives it names because of the trailing sadness that looms around its name. Nonetheless, it still is going to be my favourite. It perfectly harmonises with my mood serving as my food for thought.
Colour is a significant element of our society, for the meanings associated with colours have shaped tradition and practices in many ways. Yet it is a complex notion to define because maybe we aren’t aware of the profound impact colours have on our emotions and psyche, what is favourite to one might be despised by another.
The colour blue however ,universally unflavoured one, for its perception of being synonymous with gloom and misery and various other emotions of the same lineage, to me it has always been that element of the colour band that drives me crazy and calms me down at the same time, alleviates my black mood when I am cheesed off and in the face of disparity, it is my ray of hope.
Right from the childhood, Abba encouraged me to listen to my heart’s call and not let the universally set parameters shape my instincts, even if that meant standing alone, different from the rest.He is of the belief that things are never just black or just white but they fall somewhere between the individuating limits with varying amount of black and white  (for me between the tints and shades of the essential blue) and therefore blue being the colour of my happiness.
Blue has been that colour of empowerment for that has always made me push my limits and take up difficult roles and do justice with it. Being a proud feminist nothing but an outrageously empowering thing happens to capture my attention, which it successfully does. It, in its various pleasing versions, have so much to offer for one’s changing moods, complementing the different flavours of one’s character.
Nature gives me so many reasons to fall in love with this world and everything in it. The ocean in its sometimes angry, sometimes calm, sometimes just glamourous in its jewel-toned blue vastness compels me to introspect about the various hidden traits in me, all the qualities that I myself am not aware of and how I can use my gifts to spread happiness, a much-needed commodity, in this world ailing with the shortcomings of its own deeds. It exemplifies beauty in its various avatars.The immensity of the infinite stretch that the azure sky is, inspires me to aim higher and makes me realise of my propensity to fly, fly and reach higher than the high until I have covered to my heart's content. All of this in blue.
Colours have always been our way of distinguishing one thing from the other. I choose to base my distinguishing theories on the complex and meaningful colour that blue is in spite of its judgemental branding as the colour of gloom.
