Critical Perceptions Of A Young McDonald's - Loving Cinephile.

By Mirduvikaa Gokul

It is in my nature, to be flooded with ideas. I always have this urge to document my thoughts onto paper in the hope of finding relief. Yet, I was having a severe writer’s block in the necessity of having to write this story? Article? Excerpt?

(Lord knows the nature of this piece).

It is certainly ironic, how my mind goes a million miles an hour when I am doodling or simple scribbling thoughts at the back of my Mathematics book. Yet, when I have a reason to write, my mind reaches a dead end. It often made me wonder how my thoughts, the thoughts of a young cinephile who is obsessed with burgers specifically from McDonald’s, could possibly matter to anybody other than me? Why do my thoughts matter to the world? I start questioning things and I start fantasizing about my death and I enter a rabbit hole about the workings of the mind and the afterlife.

Do not you think it is an oddity, how we all live in the same world, walking past each other in the dairy aisle at the supermarket or sitting across from each other at the next Tom Cruise movie at the theatre. And yet, we live our own lives, and we forget the people around us are too in the same world, with the same lives.

Does it not worry you, how you could live a life full of fun galore and leave this world without a mark of your existence, simply forgotten by the world ten years later because people need to move on with their lives?

And does it not seem irritating to know we have no answers about The Beginning either? Mummy tells you to pray to the multiple Hindu gods, the pastor at a nearby Church tells you to place faith in Jesus, and your Physics teacher tells you to forget about that malarkey and tells you it will always be about the Big Bang. The simple truth is, we are scared to think about those things because we know we will be left stumped. Thus, we live our bland lives: coming into the world, going to School, getting a job, getting married, and reproducing, the same meaningless act performed by us repeatedly without realizing we are stuck in a loop.

And thus began, my futile and mindless attempts to figure out the human mind, be mindful of thus.

Sometimes, we forget how intricate the human mind and body is. On a dull, sullen day, it came as an epiphany to me that the one thing in this world without limits are my thoughts. I could think about anything in this world and no one could know what I am thinking about. In some ways, it is sort of terrifying.

We possess the ominous ability to feel distinct emotions which is so very uncommon. Infatuation, affection, attachment, intimacy, passion: It all means love, yet it shows how a simple feeling spirals into something else.

At School, I spend two hours finding X (Man, do I hate that guy!), I spend hours looking at the letter C and H being knotted together in different ways. And when I sit there, dwelling about the most barbaric things, I always always berate myself afterward. Because I know I reach nowhere, yet I find comfort in those thoughts and I know they will reside there for eternity. I used to extract pieces of those thoughts and deliver them to friends and people and they seem sort of crazy when said out loud. Yet, how do those thoughts seem not so ludicrous in my head?

And thus is the beauty of the mind. We never give her much credit, because she is the one that we turn to before we even begin to perform the next action. She piles up those thoughts in a stack of files waiting for the mind voice to read each one. And we sit there at work, at School, at Home, hearing each one. We neglect the power we have been given; how so very potent we are. And I came to find out I loved that, the feeling of thinking things without anyone to stop me, without anyone questioning me, although I simultaneously resented it.

Things unable to be done in reality can be done in the normal human mind and your imagination can fill the rest. It is, in a way, traumatising. Yet, simply magnificent.

By Mirduvikaa Gokul