This week has been hectic. But as usual, before I sense it, the weekend is here. And it brings with it the stuff my recent dreams were made of. Namely, the second instalment of Lord of The Rings. psasidhar, please don’t kill me, I went and saw it just now. Yeah, couldn’t resist myself – just bunked office and pushed off for the 6:45 show. Don’t worry, pal, have already planned to declare this week as “LOTR week” – will try for 2 more shows, one on Monday and one whenever you want me to.

Should I review the movie? Naaaah! The re-viewing part, I shall save for Monday. As for the standard opinionated stuff, who am I kidding? The movie was good, period. I never, ever could imagine how anyone would portray the Battle of Helm’s Deep onscreen, or the Ents, or even The Man, Gollum. Gollum, oh gosh, Gollum!! Why aren’t Gollum dolls available in India?? Somebody could make a fortune, you know. Now that’s an idea!! Make Gollum dolls that squeak like Smeagol when you press them on the tummy, or treacherously whisper “Precioussssssss!” when you hit it. I would happily buy out the entire stock and gift them to assorted friends. I think I will go and watch Brain-Dead tonight while having dinner. Methinks part of Peter Jackson’s greatness lies in his quality to make a movie that steers clear of the usual, predictable camera angles, predictable cliched dialogues…tch, what am I doing? Everybody knows this already, don’t they? (They doooooo, yesssssss, they doooooooo. (cough cough) )

Yesterday, or rather, yesternight, was beautiful. Slightly chilled Frooti, roasted papad, Paalak paneer, with Ella Fitzgerald singing Black Coffee in the background – man, her voice – and of course, the latest issue of Rolling Stone magazine. An evening that definitely soothed my nervous system a lot.

Sometimes I wonder if life will always be this carefree, or if the Next Big Thing is just around the corner. I have certainly never been this happy, or less tense at any point of my life before. No fear of any exams, no overwhelming urge to drop anything that’s paramount on my mind for the sake of that elusive (and moronic ) something called “grades”. I am glad I am working. I need to work hard, and I am, and I don’t mind, because I am getting paid enough for it. If somebody asks me “Where do you see yourself five years from now?”, I would show him the finger. Five years??? Who cares about five freaking years?? I don’t know what I would be doing after five freakin’ weeks! And even if I did, I wouldn’t tell YOU, mistaah!

Is it – this feeling of mine – the mythical light at the end of the tunnel?? That “thing” for which I have been slogging throughout my life? Or is it the lull before the storm?