A Gypsy Storyteller
Fast forward to 2020, a lot has changed. The struggles continue, albeit not in the lab. I am a data person now, I experiment with numbers. I have companions in the form of computer software to aid me in my work. The struggle has changed from finding out the present to ‘predicting the future’. All the while, one thing that has remained unchanged is the beauty in these stories. I have indeed come to realize that there is a story in every number, every experiment, every moment that happens around us. It cannot be orchestrated, but it can be lived and expressed. We are surrounded by stories. Or as Jonathan Gottschall said,“We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories.”
About me
It’s the summer of 2016, and I am struggling with an experiment in my lab. It had been 10 months and there hadn’t been any positive results coming my way. I had been trying out all the ideas coming to me, unsuccessfully. Tonight was supposed to be another one of those tiring sleepless nights. Another night of failed attempts, piling into my misery of self-doubts. But as they say, every dog has its day! As for me, let’s just say, every scientist has his day. So, as fate would have it, at around 11.30 pm in the night, when my eyes were drowning into the night sky, I hit the jackpot. “There is my product”, I screamed! It was the most beautiful graph I had seen in my life. I had my story. My experiments in the lab gave me my first story.
I call myself a gypsy storyteller, wandering through my struggles but emerging with a story to tell. And I just did, didn’t I ?