Wednesday 17 January 2018

Our Favourite Colours

Pink. It has been my only favourite colour since childhood. Every time I go shopping, I can only spot the pink stuff. I feel a kind of internal calm when things around me are pink in colour. What is your favourite colour? What would happen if this colour no longer existed? How would life be if there no longer were colours? Pretty bland, I'd say. And very very depressing.

It was some weekday in August of 2013. I had just come back from class and was hurriedly getting ready to go watch my favourite actor, Shah Rukh Khan on the big screen. My mother had been ready for the past twenty minutes and was shouting at me to hurry up. But I was having a lot of difficulty doing so. In a wardrobe full of pink clothes, I had run out of a pretty pink dress that I could wear that evening. After a lot of screaming and cursing, both myself and my fate, I finally got ready and my mother and I set out for the theatre. And as my "fate" would have it, we got stuck in traffic. It was there that I saw this. It was not an accident, it was not an argument I got into. It was a few seconds of seeing pink, that changed my thinking that point hence.

Standing at the bus stop was this teenage guy. Good looking, smiling and happy. He was in a beautiful, bright pink shirt. A shirt, his friend on whose shoulder his hand rested, might not have worn. A shirt any other guy would not have worn for fear of being tagged gay, something I am not against, by the way. A shirt he himself might not have worn, for the same reason as others, if only he could have seen his reflection in the mirror. A colour he might not have worn, if only her weren't blind.

He didn't know what colour he was wearing. He didn't know what pink looked like. He wouldn't be upset that his pink dress was not pink enough to wear to a dark movie theatre. And this realisation made me feel very small. It made me realize that those of us blessed with all parts of our body, tend to be very insensitive. Although it isn't practically possible to not lead our normal lives and be extra sensitive each time, we need to put in conscious effort into making the lives of the disabled better.

India and Indians are poorer in comparison to other developed countries and it is therefore obvious that advanced infrastructural availability to aid the disabled would not be possible. But we aren't even close to bridging that gap. Not only do we not have the means to help them, but we are constantly coming up with things that, in my opinion, are emotionally insensitive too. How many big display, full LED smartphone advertisements don't we air on the television each day? Do we stop to think about that section of the society which just cannot be bothered with how bright the display is, because they cannot see it? There are options of voice enabled smartphones, solely to help the blind, but those are to be found on news channels or in a corner or a magazine. Our advertisements do not talk about them for they don't generate revenue. This era of smartphone boom is particularly cruel to those deprived of the ability to see. And it saddens me to be a part of the culture. Can't we spend the money we would otherwise spend buying that second cellphone or those unnecessary clothes from a discount store into making another person's life better?

We sure can argue that by spending lesser on items we don't necessarily require will not go into helping people with disabilities and that medical innovations alone can help them. And also that it is the government's duty to take care of. But my point here is medical breakthroughs require research, which requires funding, something our country cannot afford to spend a lot on. Therefore, if we people can even crowdfund such researches, we might be able to bring in some change.

The guy in the pink shirt couldn't use a smartphone just the way his friend was using. Nor could he go to the movie theatre to watch a movie like I did. I couldn't do anything for him that day other than feeling sympathetic. But by being aware that there are blind people out there who aren't really affected by matching pink dresses, I wouldn't spend extra on making it match. I would instead put my money into upcoming technologies like VR that currently bestow improved vision to those with partial seeing ability and hope that it would some day become affordable enough for everybody to be able to see my favourite colour. Wouldn't you want that too?

I'm back!

Five years since I started this blog and almost two years since I last wrote anything and now, I am back! Life has seen some major changes and in very many ways I am a different person as is the the case with everyone, everywhere. And I now think it is time to resume writing my dear blog that I proudly display to the world. 
For the most part, I think I will be putting up my Toastmasters speeches as new blog posts, with necessary edits to bring a speech to the written format. So my dear audience (if you do exist) sit back and enjoy the second edition of my blog and lets all stay 'Emotionally True' as ever.

I wonder why you did leave

Late at night when I cannot sleep  When day is far and I do weep When there is nothing left but to think, I wonder why you did leave. ...