Do you remember those times when you were a little kid and you were constantly asked to take a mental note of ‘wrong-doing’ and ‘right-doing’? We were ruthlessly engineered to know the difference between the two and slowly but warily build our lives around this idea. A clear red bold line drawn out between them, where the ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ proclaimed their individual dynasty. Yeah. It is only recently, that I have come to realize that they happened to proclaim a lot more than just that. These very abstract ideas that we have of ‘right and wrong’ have probably taken over our entire perception of everything that lives, perhaps.
So the last time you saw a girl wearing meagre clothes, you almost certainly thought “OMG! What a tramp (tramp, being one of the most refined expressions used here)!” Or maybe, written someone off as a probable drug addict/rebel/worthless piece of debris just because he happened to fail his exams for the nth time. Don’t even get me started on our ideas about the oh-so-ethical-arranged marriages and the ‘evils’ of love marriages (let’s leave that for another day altogether, shall we?). We are so committed to our judgmental opinions that we mistake them to be a universal phenomenon. If the whole concept of right and wrong was indeed a universal phenomenon, then how is it that it’s very foundation is ripped apart with our own bare hands when we want them to? Somehow, when we see ourselves doing the exact same thing our entire belief system gets very conveniently shifted, no?
The trouble is, we draw out our entire lives into two regions-one BLACK and the other WHITE. As time passes we strategically (and many a times, even hypocritically) place people and their actions into those two regions. But to tell you the truth, not everything has to be BLACK or WHITE necessarily. There is a whole another region sitting right there with its arms wide open. A region of possibilities, a region where people are given the benefit of the doubt, where pre-conceived prejudices don’t happen to be our bout weapons against one another! I call it the region of GRAY. Where we, for once, learn to live and let live. And not point fingers at some other soul without even knowing it’s journey or the painful lessons it has been through. It’s where we finally understand, that every person bares his own story and has his own version of ‘right and wrong’ and decide to leave it at that.
So today, I, an insignificant girl-next-door, call out to you. I beckon you to come join me in this region of GRAY, an unconquered land that it is! For it is here, that we can open up our minds a little bit more and let each other exist comfortably in our beautiful individuality. This is it. Take it in your arms. It’s Your Region of GRAY.