One fine night in May last year, at approximately 12am I was dreading the wait for the return of a beloved series. LOST finally returns in a few hours and countless souls are waiting, holding their breath as 2 extraordinary hours of the sixth (and yes, final) season are broadcast today. While I write this, listening to the LOST soundtrack, I am actually feeling a rush like none other.
After Juliet hit that stupid Jughead with a rock and the white flash was shown, I was hell-bent on finding out what-why-when-how happened. Reading every word I could get my hands on, peeking at every sneak peek with disapproval for my actions and scratching my head over the thousands of mysteries I find myself baffled with, I am happy to say that the wait is over. The writers seemed to have kept a tight wrap on things but that hasn't stopped people from snooping around and feeding sorry souls like us with tidbits that kept us hanging and asking for a little more every time
I cannot remember a time when I waiting with such anticipation for anything. Thanks to the almighty DVR I pay for, I did not scythe off the people who made plans for tonight. It is going to be a hurried dinner and then 3 hours of numbness while I get even more numb as the drama unfolds. I really think I need a bottle of scotch ready to drain so that I can fall asleep tonight without being bothered by the cliff-hanger tonight's episode will surely have.
I want to say it has been a fruitful wait, but I'll hang on to those words till I see off tonight. And then the next 4 odd months till the series finally closes.
I am actually fantasizing that the series will end in a manner in which it started, "with the closing of Jack's eyes" and the end of the journey.
The beginning of the end is here and I cannot wait for it ...
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