I was thinking this morning, black has suffered apartheid in more ways than one. I don't mean this in a racial sense. But you know, more like as a colour. Like black has awful PR. Picture this, black sheep, black cloud, black Friday, black day, black magic, black'ed' out, so on and on and on. Bad stuff is always black. Give the poor colour a break. The only people who probably look at it with any love are those from the fashion world. But who takes those people seriously anyway? Like imagine a goonk (in real life) who says, "Dahling, but WHAT are you WEARING?" Chances are you'll roll your eyes upward at them, (if you're the polite sort), or give them a piece of your mind (if you're the angry sort), or just laugh loudly (if you're the easy going sort), or be reminded of your mother (if you're the sentimental sort).
Anyway, coming back to the original topic, i really wonder why black has such oppression attached to it. To be very fair, it is a rather nice colour that makes you look skinny or sexy depending on what you want. Black also serves rockers very well and gives them an air of mystery, and wastefulness which they so long to project. Like whatever, I'm just curious. :) Black is the poor ogre, (Shrek like) in a fairy tale universe of colour. I don't know why i think such random thoughts. But an auto from Kamanhalli to IndraNagar affords much time for introspection. It also makes you notice that some weirdo morphed a Ravi Verma painting to make his muse seem like she is holding a bunch of heart shaped balloons that read "happy new year". I wish i had a camera. Indian street art is so insightful ! hahahaha.