Being Colour blind is a medical condition. I am not from that profession, and I haven't seriously studied biology in class 8th, so I cannot comment on this. (Though I do advise the public on medicine for every illness.)
By the way, I find myself, and many men like me, suffering from a variety of colour blindness that is not a medical problem but a perception problem.
For the first time, I recognised it when I became an adult (after marriage, not the statutory age of adulthood of 18) and accompanied my wife to a shop selling matching accessories.
For me, colours were classified as red, blue, green, yellow, pink, purple, orange, white and black. I also knew some variants like the OG green, sky-blue, and blue-black ink. But at the shop, I was told I did not understand colours.
And recently, when I was with my daughter, who is grown up now, I pointed at a beautiful car and said, See that black car, it is elegant.
And she said, it is not black, but green.
I objected to her judgment, but she insisted, "it is green, the maximum it can be called- blackish green."
And I gave me a certificate: "Mr. Anup is a Colour Illiterate "
I am not colour blind, but only colour illiterate, lacking in colour vocabulary.
Anup Mukherjee "Sagar"
Hahaha ๐ truly colour illiterate
ReplyDeleteA utilitarian would argue that the value lies in what the car facilitates, not the car or the colour. An artist would argue the contrary. And a mechanic would choose the listen to its heartbeat.
ReplyDeleteIt’s just different contexts and perspectives that add all the ‘colours’ in life.