This blog is not about dance but the importance our society gives for the colour of the skin. I don't really feel sad for being dark, but when I dance, I feel hurt. Many a times in my life I've been mocked at by my friends and classmates for being born dark. Many of my classmates have ignored me just because I was dark.
Yet, after all these tragic incidents, I don't want to use any famous cream and bleach myself. I just want to be myself - with the colour that my parents gave me. I want others to accept me as I am - without commenting on my colour and appearance. Right from my childhood, I've wept for my colour. As I grew, I thought that my feelings have vanished. But they are still there, even greater. As I am moving closer to my career, I feel very anxious - "Will the society will accept me ?".
Aha- every tunnel has a brighter end. This dark tunnel of mine has a brighter end too..remember the saying "Count your blessings"? I've now decided to count my colour as a blessing. Here are my proofs (GOOD NEWS FOR ALL DARK BROTHERS AND SISTERS)
- There is no need to worry about sunscreen.
- There is no room for any distractions from my career. (If only I am fair, some one is going to be attracted)
- I need not spend much of time and money for make-up (However mush I try, it's gonna be the same)
- I can really feel proud of being a part of the long list of dark achievers ....from Lord Rama to Football player Ronaldinho.
- My colour reminds me of the olden days when my forefathers were toiling in the sun and providing food for millions of people. Yes! My colour is the native colour of the hardworking Dravidians!
The day sky may be bright, but it burns, whereas the dark night sky shelters the moon and the sparkling stars!
1 comment:
Very plain and outspoken
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