The color of skin has always been something I’ve felt strongly about.
And by that I mean that I don’t think about it at all.
It’s not something that can be up for discussion. Or debate. It’s not something you choose.
But it is definitely something that people find easy to poke and prod with incredible ease.
We call ourselves an intelligent species and yet in the same paradoxical breath discuss black/white/yellow/brown skin.
Motherland Magazine did an entire issue on this. They asked me to contribute and I could not say no.
While growing up I studied in several schools and lived in many different parts of India, and have always been amused with people who have wished to discuss, make fun of, patronize and support the color of my skin. What I always tried to tell them was that I was fine with being a deep shade of brown; it was they who needed to introspect (and probably evolve a little more).
I have tried to trap some of this amusement in my article.