Monday 23 January 2017

Mirror mirror on the wall


Was chatting up with someone and discovered that a she had a massive self image issue while growing up. As close as we are, this statement coming from her was very unlikely.
A negative self image is probably deadlier a disease than cancer, it leaves a stain on one's very heart and soul. So, this time, let's hear it from the mirror itself!
Nay, this isn't the story of a mirror speaking nothing but the truth, as in the original Snow White ensemble. Better yet, we have a hall of mirrors and each one has a different truth to reveal. Don't forget to check yourself out when we pass by...


Cut 1
Have you ever stood in front of mirrors that distort images? Your reflection looks round in one and elongated in another, happy in one and sad in another? 
The reflection on the mirrors are appealing to some and revolting to others. Funny to some or quite gory to imagination even if one's not an image worshipper. 
And by image worshipper I essentially in a harmless non-narcissistic way, mean someone, who's fondly attached to images; any reflection in mirrors or eyes.
Anyhow, remember that old saying that goes, "Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder", I always felt confused by the statement, pondering if the blind can ever fathom beauty, in that case.
But there are zillion other beautiful things that you may experience with your other faculties, like a beautiful dream or a beautiful feeling. And there are even those who'd say that beauty is in your thoughts and in your mind.  Could it then mean that the mentally challenged would never know beauty as well?
Perhaps it takes more than your eyes and mind and other faculties to appreciate something beautiful for it's something more than that meets the eye. It's all encompassing and maybe you literally need all of yourself to truly savour the beauty of the beautiful. 
Looking back, do you remember any experience where you had to bundle all that you have, to behold beauty?

Cut 2
While you are reminiscing about an encounter with the beautiful, I have a hypothesis in composition, on 'Similar reactions on things completely opposite'. 
There isn't a specific premise for the hypothesis but the idea basically is that, you may have the exact same reaction, a common thread, for stuff that are literally on the exact opposite sides of the spectrum.
Like you drool when you see delicious food and wanna spit when you see hideously dirty surroundings,the saliva is the common thread.
Have you ever gone weak kneed or tongue tied in front of an extremely good looking person? You may or may not have had a similar experience after looking at the northern lights or listening to a poetry or seeing your child standing for the first time or hearing a friend's voice over phone after decades. 
Now then, have you ever had a similar feeling looking at yourself in the mirror? Well, you might have been weak kneed and tongue tied out of sheer despair! Awe shooting from wonder or even dread, is the common thread.
But then again, it all might be relative; as in, you'd feel awed by the northern lights when you experience it for the first time. You might not feel that ecstatic if you see the lights every now and then. You might feel peaking ecstatic, standing in front your beautiful bride but with passing days, her beauty might seem fading in the familiarity and monotony of chores. And eventually, an awesome experience at one point might even start feeling like awful.
Perhaps, beauty is relevant for only a particular time and day and like you cannot get stoned with the same drug dose everyday, you can't arouse yourself in awe of something similar either. And the lesser you realise and internalise that beauty, not only it loses all its glory but it loses its very meaning. 

Cut 3
To a distant world.
Across the valleys of familiarity, peaks of rarity, jungles of monotony and rivers of ecstasy, to a world where beauty is still all encompassing but now you can be awed by it every single moment to be exact! 
Every passing moment is like a mirror where you discover a new facet of the beautiful, every passing moment a new revelation, a realisation that increases the glory of that beauty manifold! 

To Be Continued...

*Continuation in Looking through the rear view mirror