See Color, Don’t be Color-blind!

4th July, 1776, the colonies declared independence from the British crown. No longer were the 13 colonies going to be subject to the whims and fancy of the Queen of England, but were their own states; giving birth to The United States of America. Let’s take a step back into history. Who were these brave souls who fought for our independence. Were they born in America?  If they were the ones who fought and brought independence, how could they be born in a free America? They were born in the British colonial era, and chose to voice themselves and  make this land a better place for themselves and the future generations. Isn’t that what we all want to do? 

Fast forward to 4th July 2018. Where are we today?  The U.S.A is a symbol of freedom, individualism, and equality. I came to this country two decades ago from India.  India is a wonderful place but the sheer numbers decreases the value of a person there. We have so many, a few lost, brings tears to the loved ones and the rest of India moves on, accepting it as a part of life. However, in the U.S.A, I saw it differently. I saw a person being valued.  

Today, I see it differently.  As a society, we are becoming more immune to news of violence and hatred. We are mute to the multiple young lives lost in the safety of their schools. Life as we knew it two decades ago is ending. We are more aware of the colors and differences than ever before.

The question is, should we see color or is it better to be colorblind?  I think, yes, it is okay to see color. Seeing color is not the problem, it is the pre-conceived notions about colors that creates the problems. We assume white with supremacy, while black, brown, yellow and the proud rainbow are inferior. 

It’s all about perspectives. Are black and white colors is a dichotomy question that many have tried to answer and yet there is no consensus. Physics says black is not a color, but white is. The world of Art says, yes they are colors. Who is right?

Scientifically, we all know that the color of our skin was the natural adaptation to climate. The closer one is to equator, the darker the skin color. This was nature’s way to protect us from the harmful UV rays of the sun. Color of our skin is an adaptation to survive. Isn’t it ironical; Mother Nature’s adaptation for survival is man’s excuse to kill

We choose to be colorblind and color mute. We all know that it’s a sensitive topic and its’ better not discussed. On the contrary we should. We may choose to deny but the truth is we all observe color.  Growing up in India, colorism and racism was part of daily life. Heck, we Indians observe color within ourselves; North Indians, South Indians and within them so many other Indians. Seeing color is natural. It is what our eyes do. Our mind makes it racist.  It is the color of our mind that is white, black and everything in between. Race is not a scientific concept, it is social concept.

Seeing color is okay because when we see color we are acknowledging the person in front of us. We are telling them yes I see the dark tones of your skin and it’s beautiful.  The first step to ending racism is to stop being colorblind and accept that yes we have a problem in America. 

Why would we not want to see color? If variety is the spice of life, then having an all white world would make it boring. White by the way has different shades too. The founding fathers who fought for independence were white, the queen who ruled them was white too. White was fighting against white because one was tinted while the other was not.  

Today in America, it is not okay to see color and yet we are seeing and hearing color.  There is a bias. I have it, you have it. Let us acknowledge the problem and move towards recognizing the different shades. Let us celebrate the shades of life and stop pretending to be color blind. Let it be okay to say; I see your color and it’s gorgeous; because then we are acknowledging the differences and giving each other permission to be who we are.  

This 4th of July,  Let us teach our kids, the color of our skins is merely and adaptation to survive and sadly man used this natural adaptation for selfish reasons and created race.

This 4th of July, let us celebrate the different shades of black, brown, yellow, pink, purple and white too. Yes, white is a color and it comes in different hues.  

This 4th of July, let us remember America was and is an idea. It is an idea where the person is respected for who they are. It is an idea that all life is equal and it is an idea that just being yourself is enough.

This 4th of July, let us make America proud again. 

Happy 4th of July! 

Let 2018 be your Happy Year.

31st December, 2017 was special; It was the weekend, the month end and they year end. Another year gone, 365 days around the sun and we welcome 2018.

A new year, isn’t it wonderful that every 365 days all of us get a chance to start all over again. We are gifted a year with absolutely no mistakes in it. 

Today, I am giving up or rather letting go the urge to make resolutions. Don’t get me wrong, I am all for change. Resolutions, the thought of making them is the first step towards that change. The question is why wait till the end of the year?  So, my first resolution for 2018 is to not make any resolutions and celebrate each day as if that’s the best thing that happened to me. I believe in Pronoia and I want to celebrate that more.

2017 was turbulent to say the least. I chanted Pronoia, Pronoia ample times and yes that got me through. Thus, Pronoia celebration gets amped up in 2018. Keep the faith and the belief.

2016-2017 were two years of deep reflection for me. As I edge towards my half life, I had to ask myself some pointed questions and all were centered around choosing happiness.

How do we choose happiness? Isn’t that what we all want? Money can’t buy it. They say it’s within us, but how do we find it?

Here’s what I did. 

I decided to remove anyone that brought negativity into my life. 
I chose to prioritize the people over things in my life. 
I went through a rather aggressive “de junk” my home and my closets. Less is more, is slowly creeping into my life. 
I am learning to accept people in all their faults.
I continued to work hard to be unfuckwithable
I asked myself: Where do I see myself post 50? Interestingly, I found myself repeatedly surround by kids. I realized despite the hair pulling moments, I love hanging out with kids more than I like hanging out with adults. So in my search for Career Part 2, instead of drilling myself to look for a job that grinds me, I chose to forego the exciting lucrative corporate careers, and  I started my journey into the world of education. I have to admit being in a school was the right choice because I see kindness and compassion every day. I can’t say that about many other careers.

Ask yourself, Does your job make you happy? When you love your work, then you never have to work in your life. 

The combination of all of the above  has made me saner, sanity brings calm and calmness brings in the happy. 

Happiness fact; it comes and goes. Happiness cannot be locked in a box. We will always puruse happiness and maybe that’s how it’s meant to be, for if happiness could be trapped, then sorrow could be traded. 

Declutter, Believe and Be Unfuckwithable for a Happy You.

In 2018, I wish you happiness.