Paint my love

As Michael Learns to Rock once crooned - Since you came into my life the days before all fade to black and white, since you came into my life, everything has changed.
Ah - the tribulation of being a coloured person - neither white nor black - neither western nor oriental. I write this blog on the heels of my previous blog - a rant against racist Aussies. The very people the Aussies targeted were the kings of apartheid. Herschelle Gibbs has proved recently by calling Pakistani supporters - animals, that he is a child of that very system although he conveniently overlooks that he is himself ‘coloured’. At least, it’s not just Shilpa Shetty pretending to be white, but a whole lot of coloureds born in western society. By the way, the girls that targeted Shetty should be profoundly thanked for showing us what British society is truly like. How should Indians react to this? I suggest counter-racism. This has worked wonders for the black society in the US. This brand of racism is a subtle disgust of their white peers, absolute rejection and loud condemnation of bigotry, no open hostility and absolutely no pottering around like Shetty making inane comments. I am an Indian and proud of it. And if you are white and wonder where our hands have been, let’s just say - our arseholes don’t stink like yours.