So, the title actually reads as A Whimsical Fifty. I’m truly lucky to have readers as y’all for supporting me in your own little ways! I gave this blog, said title, because I want to touch up on a couple of topics here, rather than just one.
Firstly, let’s talk about public places. It’s something we encounter almost everyday, unless you’re socially awkward and love the confinements of your four walls. It is certainly a daily thing to me, being in at least more than one public place per day. Therefore, I notice the unconscious choice of so many white colored people, when they’re out in the open. I see this happening in public transports, in public gatherings and why not, (let’s say) work places. It is, in fact, prevalent, even in this day and era, that white colored people make unconscious choices to avoid dark-colored people. Of course they do not make open statements, for the fear of social media but they do make silent choices, some we many never notice, unless we look closely, in a racial manner. Let me give you examples to support my argument.
- If you look closely, in buses, people may sit next to dark people ‘due to lack of space to sit otherwise’. But notice the conscious distance they keep, in terms of even slight touching.
- Another example, is from my personal experience. We were part of the rock band of our school and were looking to recruit new people this year. The teacher in-charge of us, disperses us from practice, to propose an open call across school, but calls upon one girl, in private, to tell her how to select members. I believe, that a band (any band) is strong only when the voices and performances are strong. But our teacher didn’t think so. She thought it would be wise to pick girls, who are fair and beautiful instead of picking those with beautiful voices.
- Heck here’s another personal experience of mine. I happen to live in Chennai, an extremely humid place. So I’m fair by birth, but tend to tan a lot during summer and retain back my color, during winter. That paves way for me to appear in two colors per year (extremely). Believe me, that’s an issue when it comes to the way of treatment I receive. It may not be so obvious, but the sarcastic hints and traces left behind, can be understood only when you listen carefully.
By this time, you must have realised that my first topic was indeed racism and not public places. Racism has been a very sensitive topic to touch on, for a long time, because no matter who addresses it, people still have their own aversions. Getting cornered out of social circles that included fair north Indians or white brahmin Tamils, were a major part of my childhood and I’m so glad that I’m in a position to write about it now.
Secondly, on my Whimsical 50, I’d like to incorporate an imaginative segment, suggested by a big guy. 😉
Let us say, we all have had a thought, at some point in life, about how we were definitely born in the wrong time (ahead or behind) . Most of us wish to be born ahead of time, given the advancements that we’d receive at a younger age. But for those who’ve seen these advancements, they end up wishing they were brought earlier to this world due to the chaotic yet simple life that was led back in the days. It would’ve been a time, when you had to remember with your own head, the timings for meetings and birthdays. It was a time when you had to return home to make calls and that they were limited. A time when emoticons didn’t exist, but human emotions mattered a lot. It was a time, when free time was spent with family and friends in a real life interface. You couldn’t see your loved ones faces, if you moved out of the city back then. It was a time when people would smile at random strangers and that would make enjoying life much more better.
Although back in the day, racism, sexism and many more ism were at their peaks, at least cyber threats were lesser. It’s a blessing to be in the time we do exist now, because of how simple our works have now become, but the chaos factor ultimately never dialed down. It , in fact, only toned up.
Tell me if you could relate.
– Shreyy, who’s skimmed through two millenniums, without ease.
P.S. – Here’s to a 50th, yet un-edited blog. Cheers!