Racism within us

Been reflecting on this for past few days and more so after Amit Varma of India Uncut verbalized the passive racism that may go on in Indian male head towards women of different races and their own. He says:

The ministry says it is doing this because it doesn’t want anyone to “show Nehru in a poor light.” That is bizarre: I don’t think his alleged affair with Edwina shows him in a poor light—the guy was human, after all. (Most Indian men would probably think more highly of him because he scored with a white chick, but leave that aside.)

And I couldn't leave that aside and would like to pose this question here. I would like to know Indian male readers perspective on this aspect. Come to think of it, I welcome female readers thoughts as well. If you are not comfortable casting your views along with identity attached then go anonymous, I will respect it. I do have my own set of observations on this and will share it here later.

Colorless Images

Singapore downtown

Do colors (or lack of them) in images evoke emotions differently or rather evoke different emotions? I have one with colors next to it and looking at both of them together, I feel they communicate singularly, with different paces and visual noises. Been a massive fan of b/w pictures and have always ended up fidgeting with colors in them and personally feel that they upgrade the picture viewing experience and it so happens that with colors they do not speak to me the same way. Absence of colors, leave the viewers to paint and fill colors per their imagination or leave it, as is. That's always joyous! There is room for romancing with the image and imagination and things are always more charming in web of imagination with two steps of distance.