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Mostly Colour change in chameleons has functions in camouflage, and most commonly in social signaling and in reactions to temperature and other conditions.

The relative importance of these functions varies with the circumstances, as well as the species.

Here are some indication when they change color and what do they mean.

when show brighter colours : showing/displaying aggression to other chameleons.

darker colours : means they submit or "give up".

Some species, have blue fluorescence in their skull tubercles, deriving from bones and possibly serving a signaling role.

Some species adjust their colours for camouflage in accordance with the vision of the specific predator species (bird or snake) by which they are being threatened.

Some chameleon species also uses colour change as an aid to thermoregulation (adjust to their habitat)

Becoming black in the cooler morning to absorb heat more efficiently.

A lighter grey colour to reflect light during the heat of the day.

It may show both colors at the same time, neatly separated left from right by the spine.[citation needed]

Some chemistry of color change :

Chameleons have two superimposed layers within their skin that control their colour and thermoregulation. The top layer contains a lattice of guanine nanocrystals, and by exciting this lattice the spacing between the nanocrystals can be manipulated, which in turn affects which wavelengths of light are reflected and which are absorbed. Exciting the lattice increases the distance between the nanocrystals, and the skin reflects longer wavelengths of light. Thus, in a relaxed state the crystals reflect blue and green, but in an excited state the longer wavelengths such as yellow, orange, green, and red are reflected.

The skin of a chameleon also contains some yellow pigments, which combined with the blue reflected by a relaxed crystal lattice results in the characteristic green color which is common of many chameleons in their relaxed state. Chameleon color palettes have evolved through evolution and environment. Chameleons living in forest, have a more defined and colorful palette compared to those living in the desert or savanna; which have more of a basic, brown and charred palette.

Conclusion :

Purpose of color change in chameleon are either for food, for protection, for adjusting weather, or addopting perticular habitat. And over all this we do have proper knowledge of what their specific color change means.

Unless humans are so unpredictible.

They do change color, but only that perticular one can know the reason.People changes their color once they are done with their thing.

and the sad point is we do not have knowledge of what their color change means, when they show color change, what is the purpose.....NOTHING AT ALL...

Just think about it once!!!!!!

Do not be more dangereous than animals!!!!

I hate when people say that and then they complain that they never have written anything or they don’t understand why they haven’t finished the book they have been trying to write for eight years.

“I’ll write when I’m inspired” is one reason why you are never going to get to writing. If you wait for the inspiration fairy to visit so you can write you will miss all the opportunities to improve and even more opportunities to discover. If I waited to “feel like writing” or “feel inspired to write” I wouldn’t have two books published, my blog would be empty, and my websites would be non-existent. 

Yes, it is easier to write when you are inspired. Yes, writing can be more enjoyable when you are inspired. But 9 times out of 10 your best work isn’t going to be when you’re inspired.

Make writing a habit. Wake up every day and write a sentence down. Force yourself to post something on your blog or even write a response to someone else’s post. The more your write the easier it becomes and the better chance you’ll get to feeling motivated to write because you’ve made it habit instead of waiting for the inspiration fairy to come visit. 

i. I have been a dog barking at the wrong tree for a long time. I realised each and every word I say is not being heard and it bounces double the time back at me putting on more and more weight in my heart. So I stopped barking at all. A dog that neither barks nor bites. Would it be loyal enough to accept being a scrap or leave behind everything and become a street dog?

ii. If the sky were to be red, I guess, my blood would bleed blue. The day would be filled dark, and the night in red. Now that I think about it, it is not the sky but my mind in red bleeding blue hiding in the day and spending nights in red. The day my mind is clear as the sky, will the caged bird open its wide wings and fly?

iii. This smell of the ball bouncing up and down without any rest in front of my eyes slowly fades as the speed increases. But as the vision becomes blurred it is becoming even more bright, the darkness it had held all the time like never before. Up above in the air somewhere a cable tangled in a very messed up way and I found my limbs tied in it, as I stay in it immobilised.

iv. So what I am a street dog, my sky bleeds red and my hands are tied, I can wait. I shall wait until I find my home, until the red in the sky gets exhausted, until the cables are worn out, and until the madness in my head wears out. I can stay and wait for me to return to the place or run for the place I wanna be. And when it happens, I shall reward myself with eternal content without sharing even a piece of it with he/her or whoever it may be. It is the matter of absorbing or getting absorbed by that invisible hole. You get it, right?

The day was as usually boring with loads of works to be done and never-ending disses from the guy who was our senior at work. I couldn’t care any less about the stuff he was yapping about. The girl beside me was watering her cactus and she murmured something to the ‘Popo’, that’s what she called the plant and giggled like she had got a reply from her Popo. I don’t remember the last time when I was uselessly happy at little things like that.

The Sun had already set when we called it a day and started from the office, I had to stop by the shop for groceries. I undid the tucked in shirt and rolled up my shirt to let myself feel the little touch of freedom in it. While I was walking through the mob filled up in the market, I found my reflection passing through the glass doors mimicking my activities. I stopped at the door of a salon that looked like had taken place in history. I had been itching to grow this beard ever since I joined the office but they said it looked messy. Yes, I had to rebel that day, I stroked my beard at myself who was staring at me from the glass door and found my way home after having a feast.

By the time I reached home, the lights were off and so were people dozing off, I bet they had a long day too. I found the lights in my sister’s room was still on, I excused myself while she was fast asleep on her study material. I carefully carried her to the bed and tucked her in the bedsheet. Looking at her sleeping with such an innocent face I missed being young and carefree. She had her room filled with posters of various flowers and everything around was so flowery. She dreamt of becoming a florist.

Sometimes I wish it gets colder, even if I hate it, I just wish it would get colder for me to get wrapped in that sheets of the blanket to feel some warmth in this life. This idea of craving a colder room made me realise that the loneliness I felt was real. I was not a romanticist who had the worst break-up nor a one-sided lover of a girl like in those movies and dramas. But something in life was so enigmatic to carry it without feeling the weight pushing me down and down. If I were asked if I was living, I would say I was floating somewhere around the thin line that separated life and death.

I was stuck at the work, being alone at the office was not a new thing for me, yet it was strange. I saw the Popo grown up much taller than last week. “Popo!”, I called and wondered how the girl did this every day. Thoughtlessly, I moved closer to the Popo and brought my ear closet to it. The calm plant stared at me in silence. I rushed out to a florist’s without any second thought, I had bought a similar cactus and brought it home.

An awkward introduction, I carefully murmured to the new cactus when no one was awake. But I didn’t know what should be said next, I never tried to grow one before even though my sister had been growing varieties of plants. Uncalled for but fortunately, I had someone to ask for help there were two who were right there when I needed help. I went straight up to my sister and chit-chatted casually to bring up the topic. Something surprised her about me consulting her and she said, “You are doing a good job! And you’re growing well!”

These words had struck me hard like a lightning. ‘Ah! I needed this!’. I felt sadness and pleasure at the same time I left the room with mixed feelings. While the moon was busy chilling in the sky, every single thing that had made me go mad and sad rushed in like a huge tide. Something about life is nothing but a huge hollow, it doesn’t get filled nor emptied enough and it’s either too much or too little from our perspective. I guessed barely, that that hollow is often filled with something they call ‘love’ some other with ‘success’ and so on. And I did not decide but let it just be that hollow, a raw untouched hollow that did nothing good to me.

“What do you think, Hollow?”, this time I decided to fill it with this cactus. -Vaishdas