White is bad and Black is good

White is bad and Black is good

Another write-up I had turned in for 'Big Belly' at Career Launcher Gwalior. I love it for its metaphysical tone... :-D

White is a color, an idea, a perception that intimidates me! Why? Because it’s too palatable, too flawless, too ideal to be true. To me, it symbolizes a pretentious display of spotless sublimity. The glaring brightness of it leaves me wide-eyed and utterly confounded… I wreck my being trying to draw parallels to its incredible immaculacy from the real world and fail. I’ve found that all that exists is a deviation from the ideal. Nothing manages to elude this anomaly, the extent varies. Then, how come, white doesn’t have to bow to this universal law? What’s the truth behind its dazzling facade? Where has it tucked away its flaws?

I like black for its unapologetic admission of imperfection. It looks one in the eye and declares that it defaults, that it’s a medley of all that is uninspiring and distasteful, sometimes even grotesque. Its candor is disarmingly comforting. It keeps me aware of what I’m up against. It feels strangely real and delightfully commonplace. I almost feel it challenging me to try and be just as up-front.

White, I conclude, is a farce. It has come to represent all that pretends to be perfect, hiding its inadequacies beneath the surface. Its display of righteousness is outrageous! It makes me feel as if it’s out to insult my sensibility and trick me into buying its claim of being perfect. I’d rather go with black. I feel safer that way for it allows me to gauge how deep the ravine is that I intend to wade through.

White appears to be hideously narcissistic! It enjoys, celebrates its superficial allure… And what disgusts me even more is the effect it has on us. We fall for its pretence. It blindfolds us to veracity. In the attempt to attain it, we tread over what is real and within easier reach. I resent white the success that it manages at its nasty game. It frustrates me. Its treachery takes it where it has no business to be, to a position from where it deserves to be dragged down, to a pedestal that’s not meant for it.

My heart goes out for black. It suffers much, from neglect and hatred to scorn and derision. It pays the price of coming out in the open with its deficiencies; for admitting to its reality, for speaking the truth. But its resilience gives me strength. It shows me how to stand the jibes, the shame, the agony of being true and still pull off a beaming existence. It tells me why, at the end of the day, it’s infinitely more blissful and fulfilling to stick to reality than to live a lie…