The yellow syndrome

The yellow syndrome

It was broad, long and flat, but mute. It redefined freedom, it reshaped my thoughts, and it realigned my actions, all restricted to four corners. The corners added a perfect symmetry, making me anti-socially squared. I made a turn. Muteness continued. The muteness provoked my sense of judgment. I sat there getting accustomed to the familiar warmth and introspecting myself for many months. Things were just the same. It was like a cruise boat which got stuck and mesmerized by the voice of sirens. I was tripping on an array of attractive stuff which soaked me deeper and deeper into the pits of illusion.

 Yeah, the help alarm rang every morning and night to pull me out of this dimension. It was my 10-10 job. I went closer and closer to know what I was doing and what I was following.  It has been just a targeted deception. Was I making a fool out of myself? Were things meant to end like this?

I went back to my square everyday to analyze what I was doing. Living inside the square was like a solitary existence with loads and loads of drugs to make me elevate and levitate with feelings and fantasies. These walls got engraved with one more persona called Anupam, (My roommate) a perfect buddy to share your craziness. Our moments in the square were hilarious. We were like two fictional characters from a comic book. The time we spent together was like two short lived dragon flies. We slammed our wings again and again inside the square. With some kick to kindle and energy to get us high, we explored all possible options in and around the square.

But, the muteness is a syndrome. It slowly consumes you from inside. Anupam fell for it. Cluttered with confusions and eroded with emotions, he broke his wings to evolve. He drifted away.

What’s next? Image me alone in the square. I was a complete victim for it.

I had no other option than giving in to the muteness. The silence devoured me totally. Surrounded by darkness, all you can see is black.

Black was creepy. Black was scary. Black was mute.

The muteness conveyed a lot to me. It taught me a language only I could speak to myself.

You know what, this was not bad. I started enjoying my isolation. Different personalities popped up inside me and started observing things outside the square.

Black was better. Black was bold. Black was beautiful. It was colorless but powerful.

The black essence seeped into me little by little.

 Like a matured butterfly out of a cocoon, my spectrum widened. I noticed different colorful lifelines. They were hammers and screws.

I got screwed, hammered and then I improvised, overcame and adapted.

Though black was not a block. 

Yellow was a sign to enhance.

Here comes the yellow syndrome. 

First, to be clear, a syndrome is a symptom to indicate disease. Normally people see the reverse effect of syndrome and get panic struck. If you see it in a simple sense it’s a condition to improve your immunity. It’s an alarm to signify change. Then how do I fit in yellow with it?

Yellow gave warmth. Yellow was thought provoking. It was cheerful. It reflected the color of my mind.

I sat straight and observed the series of bustling busters around me. It was like crackers bejeweling the navy blue nights. They were the electromagnetic impulses which diminished the concentration of my black emotions. The darkness got diluted. To call it a cliche – I saw different shades of grey. 

 There was nothing black anymore. No more corners and the muteness broke up with me.

Well grey was out of my choice. According to color psychology and my psychology I named this phase of my life as the yellow syndrome. It was so fresh and pleasant like a new chic next to your cabin. (I wish)

Now things are broader, bolder and better. I was socially circled, expanding my horizon beyond and beyond. Every symbol and symptom were clearly visible around me. These are different steps to scale greater heights. Finally, yellow taught me not to give in or give up.

A square to circle- sounds silly right? That’s what yellow does to you.

Well to put you back on track, what I was trying to say is accept the change. The change is amazing.

A comfort zone will corrode you completely. Change can influence you in any shape, color or situation. It even signals you before it arrives. But, what matters is your attitude, whether to accept it or not.

If you are noticing any symptom or completely puzzled, just accept your situation. Just let it go. Gradually you will find your philosophy out of it.

Change is inevitable. But changing for a change is optional.

I wish you all the best.

See you soon.



Ashwin Muralidharan:- Hey people. If you like my story give your valued comments.