Of beauty.

I think human beings have a penchant for the beautiful.

Shopping for wedding dresses and surfing websites provided me with an insight to the work of the tailors, the designers, the composers, the photographers, the techies..

While it may be with rose-tinted glasses that I gained privy into a world so full of fluff,gossamer,elegance, gold, poise...I realise that at the heart of it all, I envy their ability to create something beautiful, a masterpiece, a transformation at the end of what must be a very inspirational and arduous journey.

This same story of inspiration-transformation unfolds as a manifestation of Passion. And Passion drives us to the attainment of Beauty, the perceived perfection; the chef and the pastry, the architect and the tower, the tattooist and his tattoos, the sweeper and the cobbled-street, the king and his land, the teacher and the pupil.

What varies, is the time it takes for the story to unfold. Take the teacher and the pupil. It could well take a life-time. This begs the question: Can Passion be the sustenance thus far?

But back to the tailors, the designer, the composers, the photographers, the techies...

In this long journey of moulding and transforming young minds, I do have cravings to create things with more immediate and tangible beauty just because it gives me a quick sense of accomplishment and some brightness. (Dear indulges me in my wild castle-building of bnb, tailoring and just being Nigella Lawson).

More realistically, for my work in school today, I cherish the forthcoming looks of understanding and smiles on my pupil's faces. I am also cheered by the baby-steps of macromedia flash. Like the picture that captured a moment; the gown that took a life of its own.