Asked Gabbar Singh in "Sholay"
Back then he was waiting to spill a horrific colour.
The colour that has been blurring logic and vision globally since times immemorial.
The colour of Revengeful Violence.
So the blossoms of population may have exploded almost everywhere, but the shoots of life seem to have dwindled as much too.
From Holika to Gabbar, and before and beyond, there are unending incandescent streaks of ill will that shroud conciliatory colours of Peace.
They stagnate the revitalizing hues of love, the inspirational aura of Hope and the happy shades of togetherness ...
Ethics and morals have lost their colour.
Holi, the festival of colours is here again.
People will symbolically burn down evil and pray for the phoenix of goodness to rise high from those ashes.
But unless we discover the rainbow of harmony and goodwill within ourselves, all the cheerful colours in our festive pichkaaris will only remain a beautiful illusion.