Colour is spelled differently in different parts of the world: add a U, remove a U. Does colour change its spelling depending on what the colour of the skin is? Does the skin colour make so much of a difference in viewing people?
I have discovered — apparently so. Colour of the skin matters to most people, some openly show it, their rudeness is appalling, and some show it with their subtle insulting remarks.
Colour of the skin is due to the amount of melanin present in the cells of the upper layers of the skin. I don’t think even melanin knows or realises, it is so important. Sometimes, both sides of the human coin, presence or lack of melanin, makes people go in extreme directions, with extreme views.
I, recently, have had the great pleasure of being on the business end of such rude remarks, apparently because I am an Indian, and English is not my language to speak. I learnt two things: misconceptions of India still persist, and English is an exclusive possession of some.
In a short span of time, I have met people who fight against racism and discrimination. Some go really overboard and insulting with their fights, thereby defeating their purpose of putting forth their point with dignity. There are multiple blogs on it. Twitter has a lot of tweets on it. I do not know much about this, rather I did not know much about this, till people on Facebook made me aware of how different I am.
I always thought different was good. So many people do weird stuff just to stand out, just to be different, to appear different. Here I was given brickbats because I am different. The world works with weird logic.
Whatever be the logic, whatever be the skin, whatever be the language, and however different we all may be, but the fact of the matter is colour matters.. What a volte-face! I have joined the opposite side…🙃😱
But hang on, listen to what I have to say. Let me finish my thoughts. It is not the colour of the skin which matters but the colour of the heart. Our prejudices colour our heart, colour our soul. Whatever we imbibe, the heart takes on the hue of it.
Every heart in the written world, heart as an emoji or heart in images, anywhere you see, heart is pink, it ideally stands for pure love. (I have given anaesthesia for cardiac surgery, so I do know that the real heart is light pink to salmon pink). Now add the prejudices, the discrimination, the subtle or evident insults from both sides, and the pure pink hue of the heart is gone. It turns grey, greyer, black.
And so I say colour matters: colour of the heart, colour of our soul. It matters. It damn well matters. If the heart is not pure (textbook pink💗), the light of the soul fades.
—This post is dedicated to Anindya, not because he was my inspiration, but because he trusted me enough to invite me to write for his blog, on any topic as I so wished.