- Student Support & Wellbeing
- Politics and International Studies
- PPE (Philosophy, Politics and Economics)
The Suspense is Killing Me!
Hey guys. I haven’t been in touch with my (strictly metaphorical) writing pad for a while now, so I figured that I give writing another article a shot. I didn’t realise how much I missed this, even though I was looking at this article as if it was a Herculean labour literally five minutes back. Yes, mood swings are a thing, and they’ve become so much more common for me these days. Want to know why, though? Simply because THE SUSPENSE IS KILLING ME!!! What suspense, you ask? Well, the suspense of our entire situation. It feels like we are spectators in the (grotesquely morbid, for the past few months) feature film that is our lives, and the ongoing health crisis is the pre-climactic set-up. The situation (all over the world, and not just in North America for once) looks bleak, with varying levels of response coming from various nations. Streets lie deserted, akin to the frames depicted in movies (imagine a plastic bag flying across the frame, which is focused on a deserted highway in the middle of nowhere; sound familiar?), and we have the wish we have all wanted at some point in our lives: the leave to bingewatch our favourite shows all day, everyday. This all seems like an oversimplification, I know, but humour me for the time being. Doesn’t this situation just look like a screenplay for a film? Sure does for me.
It feels like we are spectators in the (grotesquely morbid, for the past few months) feature film that is our lives, and the ongoing health crisis is the pre-climactic set-up.Well, the thing with movie screenplays is that you usually end up resolving the key problem posed by the plot in a span of hours, thanks to movie-magic. We, sadly, don’t get that. In my case, I’ve been home (which is Gurgaon, a satellite town near New Delhi, India) for over two months, and I’ve reached the point where all the days just blend into a really long couple of days. My time is equally divided between wishing to go outside, stressing about exams, and binge-watching MasterChef (oh my god you would not believe the rollercoaster of emotions I’ve been through watching this season); regress that on a seemingly infinite number of days in isolation, and you get where I am. At this point, I’m at an inflexion; the plot of this movie has been stretched out waaaaay too long, and I can’t wait to be out of the theatre as soon as the credits begin rolling (yes, I’m still on the metaphor that I started this article with).
The plot of this movie has been stretched out waaaaay too long, and I can’t wait to be out of the theatre as soon as the credits begin rolling,However, there is that little bit of me which constantly keeps whispering in my head, “I hope this all ends well, and the people make it out safely.” Normally, I would not have a say in how the climax plays out; that is at the director’s discretion. However, in this movie that is our lives, we do have an active role to play; we are all the protagonist, individually and collectively. The actions that we do over the duration of this stretched-out-of-proportion plot, and the words that we say to each other, will have a MASSIVE impact on the climax of this story.
The actions that we do over the duration of this stretched-out-of-proportion plot, and the words that we say to each other, will have a MASSIVE impact on the climax of this story.I know you’re dying of the suspense; I sure know that I am. Yet, the temptation of dipping out of where the storyline guides us, and violating the unwritten rules that are driving the plot, endangers the safety and security of our protagonist. However, we can battle it out together; we can hold our breaths (metaphorically guys, please don’t take my words literally and try this at home) till the climax rolls through, and we are past this crisis.
However, we can battle it out together; we can hold our breaths till the climax rolls through, and we are past this crisis.Talk to each other, console and reassure each other, guide each other, open up and express; exemplify what being a ‘social animal’ means, because that is what we are. We have our own struggles, often much larger in magnitude than the ones that the run-of-the-mill protagonist faces in a typical Hollywood western. You are the hero of your own story, and everyone is the hero in their story, too; treat yourself and them as such. All we need to die of is the suspense of how this is gonna play out; we can help each other out with everything else. Okay? We got this. Trust me, we do. Believe it, cause I do.
We got this. Trust me, we do. Believe it, cause I do.