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Random Ramblings#3: The Wedding Dress Metaphor

A year ago (more or less), I was on Google looking at pictures of beautiful white wedding gowns (that particular time it was for some story I was trying to write, but I wouldn’t deny the fact that it is one of my guilty pleasures). I found some really elegant ones in shades of white and cream and pearl and teal and champagne and ivory but there was this one gown that really caught my eye.
I thought, that’s the kind of gown I’ll wear when (if) I get married. It was just so beautiful! I saved a picture in my phone.


As far as I was concerned, it was The One.
Occasionally, I’d show it to some friend because we were talking about some wedding or just weddings in general. One such time (it was kind of recent), a friend asked me, “What does it look like from the front?” And I said, “I don’t know!” That’s when I realized that I had never seen the full picture! I was only looking at it from that one angle and I loved the view. I was so busy admiring this particular view, I didn’t bother looking at it properly.
Now you have to understand that, very objectively, it didn’t even matter. It was simply a picture of a wedding dress I’d never even wear. I’m not even getting married, for heaven’s sake!
But after that, every time I looked at the picture, it kept bothering me. What did it look like from the front? I’d never find out.
Stumbling upon that picture the first time and saving it was like clicking a picture of a stranger you’d never see again.
So I didn’t even try.
Until one day the fact that I didn’t know was bothering me too much. Now it didn’t matter whether or not I even wanted that dress, I just had to know.
And it was on the internet- wasn’t the internet supposed to have an answer to each of your questions? A solution to each of your problems? And most of all, wasn’t it supposed to bring the world closer? Make friends out of strangers? (Because the wedding-gown-was-like-a-stranger-whose-picture-I-clicked)
So I set out looking for the gown. Never had I so strongly wished that Google could take images as ‘search terms’ or whatever you call the-stuff-you-type-into-Google.
But then it would be too easy and God knows things have never come to me easily.
I searched and searched for what was only around half an hour (45 minutes, tops) and found the exact picture I’d taken a year ago. So I’d found the website at least!
Hopefully they had a front shot of my gown (“my” meaning the gown I was looking for, and nothing else. I’m not some obsessive freak who thinks that the gown was obviously only designed for me and I was going around calling it my gown. Of course I’m not! What even gave you that idea?!?!).

Oh yes! They did! (That shouldn’t have come as a surprise really. Not everyone was as stupid as me to fall in love with like a gown because it looked good from the backside)


And well, I was disappointed.
What were you expecting?
Of course I was disappointed!
That gown is beautiful, there’s no arguing that. But for the past one year I had been misimagining it. I had created an illusion that was so perfect and so ideal that the actual picture would disappoint me no matter what!
In my head, even the model looked different (although, this girl is extremely pretty! How can people look so pretty?)
This time I had the good sense to bookmark the page whether or not I cared about the gown (sidenote: I do! I do care about the gown. I still love it!) and while writing this post (because I wanted to have one more look at it before I concluded this post) I scrolled through the reviews of the brides (or brides-to-be) who had fallen in love with the same gown that I had (even though I, unlike them, had no business falling for it). It felt really nice and made me kinda happy.

There’s no lesson I have for you.
This is just the story of how I thought I’d found the perfect wedding dress but it wasn’t really perfect. It could have been, but it wasn’t because I rushed into it and was too far gone before I even gave the dress a chance to show me all of its beauty and now I blame the dress for being itself and not a figment of my imagination where it was the most perfect thing ever!

Make of that what you will.

Random Ramblings #2: What does that say about you?

Often you’re sitting at home and you start to wonder about how you’ll be moving out one of these days.
Sure, there’s at least half a decade left before that happens, but that doesn’t stop you from wondering anyway.

Mostly you are just excited to go out there and get a life: Taste the newfound freedom, create your own lifestyle, be responsible, make the world your oyster, discover new people and also new things about yourself..

But occasionally you also take the other train of thought.
You wonder what you will miss about here, about home.

Will it be your friends, your family?

What if you realize it’s neither?
What if, after racking your brain really hard about things you will miss, you think “Yeah… I think I’m gonna miss the perfect placement of the showerhead in my bathroom” and “I’m also gonna miss having the small place below my study desk where I would sit for hours reading my diaries instead of studying”?
What if the things you’d miss about home are just that- things?

What does that say about you?

Random Ramblings #1 – Aren’t writers and scientists pretty much the same really?

Sometimes I wonder why I hate science!
Once upon a time (up until around 5 years ago) I really liked it.
To the extent that I wanted to be a scientist.

Because back then (not until 5 years ago of course, a lot before that- say 7-8 years ago) I thought scientists were the real learners. I thought they were the kind of people who learnt a lot about everything, gained all kinds of knowledge- I still think that but now I know that they aren’t the only ones.
Writers have to do the same too.

If you think about it, writers and scientists have pretty similar jobs.
They are supposed to observe their environments, learn the procedures of how things work, take note of the little things, be a little eccentric (aah yes! That’s a trait of geniuses, isn’t it?) and then implement all of what they have learnt and create something new, something that hasn’t existed before.
What I love the most about their learning is that they do not exclude anything from their studies, nothing is really “out of syllabus”.
A writer should know about fashion, but he/she should also know about criminal law- because they could end up writing a suspense thriller with the background of the fashion industry. Sure, they could consult experts in the field but having basic knowledge to come up with the plot in the first place is essential.
Something similar holds true in case of scientists as well.
Obviously there are a lot of professions out there who do this kind of thing, and there are like thousands of branches and genres and subfields of science and writing that people specialize in.
But the general idea remains the same.

Now whenever I think about it, I always come to the conclusion that maybe I wouldn’t have made such a bad scientist either.
As for my passion for writing, maybe I would’ve been a sci-fi writer.
Or maybe I’d be a female Hank Green- writing environmental blogs as well as modern adaptations of Jane Austen novels. Basically I’d not fare badly- or so I think.

But I suppose it is easy for me to romanticize science now– now that I don’t have to learn it (it has been more than 2 years- and I can’t really say I miss it). When I did learn it though, physics was pretty much beyond me- electromagnetics and stuff like that, I never understood any of it.
So maybe it wasn’t my thing after all… but well, musings are called musings for a reason.

P.S. I’m very optimistically calling this post “Random Ramblings #1″ hoping that since I ramble a lot, this’d become a new section/ feature on my blog. But all my plans have this amazing tendency to fall apart. So for all we know this could be the first and only Random Ramblings post you see, or funnily enough there could be too many of those and not much of others- the falling apart works both ways.

But here’s to hoping it works out well, because hope lives on, right?

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