Blackout! (in Colours)

Newspaper blackouts, reading between the lines and censorship have found a common platform here. Their shared property is one factor how we have been able to extract various stories of life out from the ordinary as well as not-so-ordinary things of a single story. Indeed, life is what a story is — it is only a matter of degree in the difference between the plots and narratives. The most profound element is undoubtedly the commonness, which overlaps each other between the stories of our lives; and now and then, by sheer force of coincidence and manipulation: we find ourselves in the same pool of happiness and equally in the puddle of tragedy. This happens without necessarily sharing the stories.

For instance, when we elaborate on the pros of censorship as a way of our decorum and supposedly appropriate expression, we can make out the worst of it. As in censorship, it is but the height of our vanity and hypocrisy. Don’t we swear, or for that matter, kill each other in the most gruesome manner? Then, we always find the lessons in literature, which is just a reflection of our reality. Perhaps it is quite subjective how we want to recreate our life and conditions in black and white, albeit it is a different story.

The stories are overlapping as we can see from these blackouts, unintended or fudged — only to show us in the end too, that all us are living a single story of humanity in particular, and of the universe as a whole. Hope it is not the kind of the many charges and counter-charges of taking things out of context in the media world.