Colourblind

I was watching this movie called Wondrous Oblivion on TV. It was a movie against racism, against the differences imposed on the basis of complexion, where a white family and a black family learn to love each other.

During a scene showing the members of the black family listening to the white kid recite from some religious book, our housemaid, who was in the room, remarked that the head of the black family looked like a jamadar (one who cleans the streets and is usually avoided by people of higher society. Courtesy India). She went on to use the word ‘negroe’ and seemed to derive a lot of pleasure from some funny angle she had discovered of looking at the black people on the TV. Let me put in here that she isn’t exactly bright in complexion, and could easily pass off as a black herself.

And I thought, Jesus, you can’t get stupider than that. I mean, firstly, I don’t know which son of a bitch first started the discrimination by skin-colour bullshit, but that the poison has spread so far as to cloud the mind of an illiterate dark-skinned housemaid from some Indian village, well, well, he did a nice job. I wish he had called me when he had the idea, so I could tell him to get a job.

If I didn’t make myself clear before — er, actually, now it occurs to me that I never really did, — here’s what I have to say about all this:

 

E N D

 

Racism

 

Religious harassment

 

War

 

Violence

 

POVERTY

 

Superstition

 

It’s just not cool. It’s stupid. Do you ever judge a book by how fair its front cover is? That’s how stupid it is. Ask yourself if you see any logical reason behind supporting any of the above. If the answer is yes, contact me, please.

 

And yeah, if you really wanna know, I’m brown. Although a guy in a garments store once told me I’m fair, I know he was only trying to get me to buy his stuff. So I’m brown, and I’m not trying to be any other colour, nor am I hating anyone for being any other colour.

1Life.

Raindrops

Shoptomi

He stared listlessly at the slow, crawling raindrops. They were slipping over the surface of the glass, falling silently to the sill. Pat, patter, came more drops. A momentary circle of water on the glass, then a small round drop as the shape tightened. Then the journey to the window-sill began. Some of the drops didn’t make it, while others joined bigger drops on their way, or entered their fresh trail with a sideways glance to make sure no one noticed them cheating. All against a background of a heavy sky; grey, white, and a sad blue. Layer upon layer piling over one another from the northern sky up to the zenith then down the dome to the other side. The glass panel was huge. But now it looked bigger, with the sky in it.

‘Hey, come on! You want us to miss your order?’

He turned around. Someone was standing in front of the yellow door of that expensive food joint.

He looked once more at the big beautiful window to the rainy day, then turned and started to walk towards the door, where the artificial light and costly cold air was waiting for him.

1Life.

Distract Me

This is a wallpaper I came up with in Photoshop. Unlike the last time, this one is completely original. Don’t ask, however, why I created it.

Click the image to get the 1024×768 version. Sorry, no higher resolutions yet. 

 

Distract Me 1024x768 Wallpaper

1Life.