Colours Of Time

“History remembers only two colours,” he began addressing the class, “what are they?”“Black and white?” said one student.“And why is that?”“Erm…”“Movie flashbacks are in black and white,” said another person in the class.Everybody laughed, except the teacher.“It’s terrifying how much power TVs have on us all,” the teacher sighed.“History remembers only two colours,” he continued, “red and black. Why red and black?”

Silence.

“The blood of the martyrs and the ink of the scholars,” the teacher said.They all looked confused.“Who knows what Yin-Yang is?”“It’s how opposing forces are interdependent of each other,” a student said.

“Correct. Now how is blood and ink related? Because the blood preserves the ink and vice versa.”

The class looked even more confused.

“It is in the sacrifice of the martyr that the life of the scholar is preserved. The preserved scholar then preserves the bravery of the martyr in ink… Both of them will live forever…. Some say the pen is mightier than the sword. Well, they should try walking into Mordor, with a pen,” he said smiling.

The class laughed, impressed their teacher knew The Lord of The Rings.

“Now don’t get me wrong,” he cut their laughter short, “the pen is also important, but just as important as the sword.”

“What’s the colour of the present sir?” a student asked jokingly.“Green, as in money. That’s what everyone is on about now.”

“And the future? Some say its black, others white. Whatever colour you think it is, know that it’s a blank canvass and you are the artist. Class dismissed.”