“Hey, what colour are you?”

“Not yet. Still a colourless man like a newborn.”

“You should pick a colour, man!”

“Why should I?”

“You will die alone !”

“Is it that bad?”

“I wouldn’t know. I have a colour.”

“Hmm.I should choose a colour too”

And then I met a red man.

“Could I be your colour?“ I asked the red man.

“Yes but it is the colour of the blood. The colour of all revolutions. We will revolt against all capitalist bourgeois and work along with proletarians. The working class tools will be our hand and dialectical materialism will be our mouth. When you are ready you should be able to die and kill for us. “

And then I met a blue man.

“Could I be your colour?“ I asked the blue man.

“Yes. But it is the colour of tranquility. The colour of all liberals. We will revolt against all fascist realms and work along with capitalist feudals. The art of manipulation will be our hand and liberal intellect which I don’t have any idea about will be our mouth. When you’re ready you should be able to die and kill for us.”

And then I met a saffron man.

“Could I be your colour?“ I asked the saffron man.

“Yes. But it is the colour of strength and courage. The colour of all nationalists. We will revolt against all anti nationals and work along with all “anti” anti nationals. The sacred flower will be our hand and ‘Divide and Rule’ will be our mouth. When you’re ready you should be able to die and kill for us.“

Finally I met a rainbow man.

“Could I be your colour?“ I asked the rainbow man.

“Yes. But it is the colour of acceptance. The colour of all neo liberals. We will revolt against all conservatives and work along with millennials. The spectrum of rainbow will be our hand and pseudo science will be our mouth. When you are ready you should be able to die and kill for us.”

“I should choose a colour but which one?. All colours will kill each other and die with one another. If I don’t, I will die a lonely death.” 

And there I lay as a colourless man chanting Rumi, ‘Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and right doing ,there is a field and I will meet you there.’

All alone I then embraced my good friend, ‘death’, for whom I will kill and die as a colourless man.