The Color Of Pink

I am not too fond of the color pink. Now. But as a young girl, it used to be my favorite color. There’s something about the color pink. It fascinates you and awes you. As much as you try to ignore it or run away from it, the pink manages to seep into the deep recesses of your mind and make you its slave. So even though it might not be your favorite color, you will still see it popping up amongst a sea of other colors. The color of pink is a wicked curse which once gets hold of you never leaves you. Pink is the color of passion and energy.

the color of pink

Pink is the color of beauty. I remember when my daughter was born, she had received a lot of gifts; blankets, accessories, cute little booties, diapers and not to forget clothes. Horde of clothes mostly in pink. People have this fascination for pink when it comes to girls. Remember all those baby showers and birthday parties that are overtly and nauseatingly pink. Oh, so you do remember those ghastly three-tiered pink cakes, pink balloons and pink streamers. Good. So when I made her wear them, I realized all she was ever wearing was pink. Any time of the day, any day of the week. Not that she didn’t look cute in them. She looked like a doll.

Now when I go shopping for my nephew in various shops, I realize that where pink dominates girls’ section, I can hardly see a speck of it in the boys’ section. There are reds, yellows, greens and of course blues. But pink is conspicuous by its absence. Remember how we often say pink is for girls and blue is for boys. But we have taken these simple color tips to a different level altogether. So pink is only for girls and blue is only for boys. It has become an internationally acceptable stereotype. It’s sad because I’d like to see a small infant boy dressed in pink. Wouldn’t he look pretty in it?

Pink is the color of life. It is also termed as the color of feminity.  God alone save the man dressed in pink. He is automatically labelled as someone batting for the other team. The phobia of pink is so deep and intense that you won’t even catch a young boy wearing pink lest somebody thinks he is a gay.

It’s been a couple of days that I was reading the news about how a mother of a four-year old boy and her live-in boyfriend murdered the boy because he was displaying some effeminate qualities. Can you imagine? A 4-year old? The poor child didn’t even know what effeminate meant. Sad and unfortunate. The color of pink killed him.

Just imagine how a color that doesn’t even exist on the VIBGYOR can dominate the minds of the population of this world. Pink is the colour of hope and love. It is also the color of sweetness and innocence of the child in all of us.

Pink, after all, is just a color; it needn’t become the matter of life and death.

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