It is a still night of an early summer. The silent hour just before dawn. Sleep has eluded me once again and my mind is already racing towards yet another busy day.
It is a time of change for me, time of transition. One of many I have been through. I sometimes wonder whether being still; in the same place, inside the same frame, is an ability not afforded to me. Ever since I can remember, and even before that as I was told, we were in transition. In this context ‘we’ stands for my family; rather eclectic collection of characters, but nevertheless connected through ties of blood and shared memories. Memories that sounded like traveller’s tales; oh remember that, it was before we moved … no, I think it was when we were living … or before she left. By all counts I went the furthest. The last transitioned.
I once knew a poem written in my native language about a man standing on the river-bank and looking into river. He could not decide whether to stay on the bank or whether to cross the river. The poet told him to either cross the river or leave the bank. Because no man can be both; a river and a river-bank. It seems to me I have skidded across the muddy river-bank and landed straight into the river before I could even walk properly. It has been about swimming ever since.
When this time of yet another transition is over, I will have time and hopefully presence of mind to reflect on it. And to reflect is to write about it.
Meanwhile, the coolest little capital in the world has been recently spellbound by all things magical. Sir Peter Jackson’s latest master-piece: ‘The Hobbit An Unexpected Journey’ premiered in Wellington to the delights of thousands. Reportedly over 10,000 fans, many dressed in costumes, lined the streets for the event and watched 500 meter journey down the red carpet.
It truly was a spectacular event; weather was perfect, one of those blue-sky-sun-shinning Wellington’s days, and whole atmosphere was charged with true happiness and pride for ‘one of our boys that made it big’. In the city of 370,000 people and country of 4.5 million people, having a world premier and Hollywood stars walking down the street, truly is magical!
Whether or not one likes the actual movie is secondary to the overwhelming feeling of national pride and camaraderie. That was obvious standing with my fellow Wellingtonians and those in the city just for the event while, despite the large crowd, no trouble occurred. Everyone wanted to ensure that a world sees us at our best while we present dwarfs walking on the roof of the post office building, Hobbit artisan market, Hobbits flying on our planes, and many other interesting and sometimes odd things that one can only see and hold in the middle Earth and its Capital!
Although I did not have a chance to see the movie yet, those who have described it as amazing, with unbelievable clarity thanks to the special effects engineered by Sir Peter Jackson in the prequel to his Oscar-winning trilogy The Lord of the Rings.
The two-hour, 50 minute movie, the firs to be shot in 3D at 48 frames per second or twice the normal rate of filming, will be released on 12th and 13th of December in Europe and the next day in the USA.
It occurred to me that the middle-Earth is just the place for all of us who found ourselves somewhere between whatever Earth might be either above or below!