Blast from the Past Thread #25 ** Abducted Dreams ** p 129, ep 257 - Page 107

Originally posted by: aarwen

Fun take Indi di for a forgettable episode. You rightly caught the two highlights for me too. Someone else in a sinister picking the phone and a loving grandma with her grandson's wife. Enjoyed all your list of suspects. I hadn't thought of all this intrigue.. for me it was just, when does he come back? But when you all discuss these possibilities now I feel like there was so much potential in the story if had taken this direction.

@ Aarwen Episodes 254-55

Originally posted by: indi52

^^^

kate, remember the excitement over rocky? ha ha... all of us so desperate and scared that barun would not be seen at all. you know i think they just managed expectations so badly.

in retrospect, he actually did come and shoot much more often than i thought he would... secondly had they planned a bit, hut need not have had such awful bd scenes. the revelation before family need not have had three days of the same shot of barun.

and really, actors go away from long running serials ALL the time, yes i capped that. 😆 was looking cursorily at bade achhe lagte hain today and yesterday... the male lead was clearly not around and the shooting had been done separately, okay it's obvious in a way, but no one seems to care...bade achhe is doing well for a long time, in the middle the female lead was away for an eternity too. ram kapoor goes away often... the whole world doesn't get to know about it or speculate or look at rocky hungrily... story goes on, lead goes and returns... exactly what might have happened at ipk... though yes, in ipk they were the main attraction so the thing had to be managed carefully... could have been done.

unnecessary hysteria all the way.

i think the production house loves to create controversy and get publicity.

Originally posted by: aarwen

Episode 254 - 255

Few random thoughts about the episodes. Mostly am writing for the sake of the lovely flashback sequences that are shown... two fairly difficult days for ipk watchers i think... just that they smartly put the beautiful soliloquy in 255...

As everyone waited sleepily without actually worrying that the son of the house had not called, Khushi's cell phone vibrates. The message read that Arnavji has reached safely. A normal person would be pacified after this, but the woman's instinct knows way better. And she is proven correct in worrying as we are shown the phone at the other end in unknown hands of a strange man. very very very strange man. 😆

Payal manages to complete one actual dialogue before Nani shoos her off to bed. 😆 😉 The next scene was quite sweet. Khushi lay with her head resting on naniji. Naniji remembering chote as a kid was ok , but I prefer Aakash's memory of being glued during a summer vacation. The slightly startled rueful look and hidden smile from the elder cousin brother as he heard Aakash speak had my imagination go into overdrive. What kind of a kid would chote have been? do not get me started... and yeah i don't need selfless saint who self flagellates... as an idea it is totally unappealing... just as after becoming the khadoos i have become the gandhari thing also zonks me... man can't see, you can. instead of saying ok i am by your side and will keep you safe, take you where you need to go, wham, lemme do blind play play too... what is with this self tourture and us. where is my man... he who levels with the world and raves and rants. sorry no brass bartan for me lad.

Khushi doesn't need another person's memories. She has her own recollection of the man who is now her husband. Who even in his absence is troubling her immensely. Causing her to miss him immensely. A familiar soft long drawn out.. hey hey.. I close my eyes and let those memories take over me as well..

She was hopelessly trapped in the crumbling ruins of the building. No one could hear her except devi maiya. As her tear filled eyes came into focus the very man who presumably had sent her to have this close call with death was frantically trying to save her. Grabbed her arm and pulled her along with him with every right. As everything around them collapsed a love story before my eyes continued to solidify.

She stood in the rain in tears again this time. All she wanted was to go home to celebrate jiji's bday. The man responsible for the tears had come in the nick of time and saved her. Had her safe in his arms as he held her close as raindrops fell in full force. She shivered and he roughly thrust his jacket to her. She stood drenched, her slender fingers clutching the piece of fabric that he had been wearing seconds before.

They were in an SUV this time like many other times. This time he was mad with worry about her. Moments ago he had been mad with jealousy, but as the glass of the bangle cut her wrist drawing out blood, Arnav Singh Raiza forgot everything else except the beautiful girl in pain sitting in in his car's front seat. Dammit use kuch ho jata toh!

They had declared they would not see each other's face again. Would stay away. So then why was he was there on the footsteps of the mandir? Concentrating with single threaded focus on wrapping a bandage on her bleeding ring finger.. Intent on the task..Not looking at her.. Still angry, most probably not even sure why he was there in the first place.

The same fingers desperately clinging on to the same hand. He forcibly wretched his hand away. Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada had been unable to stop him from leaving. Tear stricken she had followed him but his resolute steps took him further from her reach as he strode away.

i totally did not get the point of that sapne mein bhi rabba ve dialogue. it was like creating a story with all sorts of "romance" decorations, none of which the writer could quite happily say he loved so as to appear cool and with it, and so he suddenly lost it and devalued an essential brand identity piece. would khushi be joking at that point? if they wanted this so called tongue in cheek thing to show their smartness, yeah we get it aap log bade urbane humour droll wit wale ho (nahin, par no harm humouring you), that should have been done elsewhere; where it was okay to be a bit ha ha. like that poolside kiss in the sangeet gana. but here? huh?

Which brings me to Shyam. Strange that he claims to love Khushi , but I think now he does not even like her. Can't stand her. Earlier it was definitely not a pure emotion, but there was some feeling that her presence evoked in him. Now he is quite rude to her, heartless to her plight. Not affected by her in any way. He concetrates on the money. Claiming her as his own plaything perhaps is the only reason she still holds value for him. Also he might want to teach saale saab a lesson. These are his only motivation from what I can see. When we started off there was a certain emotion he felt for this beautiful girl , but know he can only see himself. And nothing past his own self. A sick deranged man. And Abhaas looks also a bit different from how we first saw him.

shyam was ruined, by writer, by director, and i must say by himself too. abhaas's look... feel... dialogue... acting... all had something interesting when we started. he was doing a fairly good job too. at times i almost felt sorry for the young man who was amoral, who had not planned to be philanderer but just live off a rich woman... when suddenly his whole world got rocked by a young lovely woman's entry... he fancied himself in love for a while... but essentially such character is i feel incapable of such a feeling... yet there was complexity. now it's just a blown out of proportion character with no basis for this size. he never was really the antagonist, never had the sature. and the more i see it, the more i abhor the physical lasciviousness that was introduced a la the prem chopra and other villains of the late sixties and seventies...

There is a London conference which has all Indians. And Arnavji is not there.

Sugar Free jilebis. I promise when I was writing that in my first and only OS, till now, I had no idea Khushi had done this on the show. Must have been in memory subconsciously after that first watch. But I did skip a lot of these episodes so maybe I thought of that all by myself. 😆😆 you thought of it, bas.

Another deluge of memories hits her as she rushes into her room. Not in control. Not aware of anything. Not sensible. Not responsible. Not strong. Just in love. salaam sir, so the episode managed to dig up a gem.

The laad governor lay vulnerable slumped across the kitchen wall asking for sweets. Sweet that were forbidden to him. Sweets that she loved to eat. She held a jilebi tentatively as he trustingly open his mouth to take a bite. Still to weak to open his eyes.

A sadness transcending the frame.. As tears transcend those eyes.. rabba ve.. rabba ve.. She doesn't know why she is in this forlorn state.. Why she is making her favourite jilebis for the man who has left her crying.

A familiar long forgotten song plays as a clear soft earnest voice wonders out loud..

The first time she met this arrogant stranger he locked her up.. Crossed all boundaries of proprietary as he invaded her personal space.. Stood impossibly close.. Steely eyed unmoved by her tears and words.. Till the inertness gave way to scary anger.. Pulled her close and tore her dori.. Pristine pearls rocketed off the hard floor..

Placed money in the hands of the new girl in the big city. His derogatory remarks only succeeded in challenging her further. As Khushi lashed out at ASR the first time he actually tried to help her, he tried hard to control her. Instead lost all semblance of control himself. Saved her from a speeding car as he left her to soak in the rain. Repeatedly completely breaking boundaries. Hate with every fibre of their being. Resist and be unable to resist however hard they tried. Find herself in his arms. Find herself hating him yet unable to stay away.

Finally the memory of a ceremony that irreversibly altered their lives.. A marriage.. Another memory of being proclaimed his wife for the world to see as he carried her in his arms across the temple.. Twirled her, dipped her, touched her, danced with her.. Inflamed her with unbidden feelings..

Did not bother to accuse her. Instead carried out the sentence.. She was a characterless girl out to destroy his di's happiness.. And nothing she said or did would convince him otherwise.. He will not be stopped by her.. He will not listen to her..

What Khushi says from her heart I think I heard for the very first time. In our thread everyone often quotes this soliloquy. It is lovely. This discovery and acceptance of a strange new indescribable feeling. It started off with hatred. That was clear cut, defined. Then came all that could not be put into words. Could not be categorized and neatly classified. There was attraction, concern, excitement, longing, happiness, laughter, togetherness, belonging. And whatever sensible reason there might be to not have any hopes her heart still dared to hope. When there is a feeling with no name, nothing that can truly explain everything going inside you. When it could hurt you yet you want it. Yet you don't want it to leave you. When you miss someone so much that in his absence you talk to the winds.

And really if you could scientifically, logically give reasons for why one person falls in love with a another person I would like to believe that kind of love leaves something to want for. Love is when you have a million reasons and yet they are insufficient to capture all that you feel and sometimes you can't remember a single reason why you feel the way you feel and yet that is all that you feel. brilliant... most times can't remember a single reason... today toh not even one.

Originally posted by: aarwen

Episode 253

A beautiful word often used in Hindi poetry for Radha Krishna, Ram Sita.. "Virah".. Longing in separation from a lover.. In a soliloquy as Sita remained a captive of Ravana she sings.." She wished she could stop breathing now that she is away from Ram since it is so painful to draw in each breath. Yet the lingering hope of the eyes catching a glimpse of him again keeps her going. And she refuses to close those eyes." I was quite young when I read it and it was supposed to be a religious text. But something told me this is how separation is meant to feel.

Time passes in jolts. Sometimes chunks whizz by and sometimes each millisecond drags into an unending eternity.

It is all about love really. How with him lies her sanity, her strength. With him gone everything is dull, unreal, a shadow of what he left behind. He is her sun and the moon can only shine when the sun's life giving rays fall on it. Her center of gravity is no longer in front of her eyes. How meaningless and empty everything is! She is but hollow, incomplete without him.

App hi humari taqat thai...

She looks ethereal in white. Forlorn. Her hand curls around his shirt in a fleeting wisp of her memory. Tonight her lonely hand balls itself into a fist. Uneasy sleep. And a haunting beautiful dream, I confess, details of which I had forgotten from my first watch. Nice in a way. Like am seeing it with fresh eyes for the very first time. A splendid visual imagery that assaults your senses. Nothing grand in this low budget Indian show. The grandeur is when they catch the human emotions and display it for us to revel in. I am no Sigmund Freud. I cannot interpret the dream. But I do see the love. Pearls. Mannat ki chabhi. Her amma's payal. As women's instinct returned in full force. A lover transformed into a seer.

I loved this scene , but totally agreed with you that does shows extra emotional track but this doesn't feel extra to me...I have different pair of eyes to see things ...u don't have to agree with me but this scene is really pulling her out of the shell of the darkness to bring her in the light of Love...

Destiny threw her right in the arms of a steely eyes stranger. He threw the harshest of unthinkable insults at her. A terrible adventure she had landed herself in. A place she could not even imagine remotely. Dressed in her finest and made even more alluring, a dupatta trampled under his feet. His arms around her. A handsome magnetic face that had stared right back at her.. And then had been captivated by her.. lips?

Irrevocably entangled two lives. He had dared to tear away her pristine pearl dori. Those innocent jewels lay scattered at their feet. Falling as if in slow motion . Magnified hypnotic as they bounced off the hard floor. But had she been more alive than at that moment under his unwavering unnerving stare, slipping away the restrains from her hair to regain back her pride. Alive that's what this dangerous dance with fire had felt like. Khushi Kumari Gupta perhaps always had needed Arnav Singh Raizada to reach her true potential. Or simply to fill in those hollow nooks and corners within her.

Lovely description of pearls and her state of mind.

What made her hold on to a key that belonged to the rude, arrogant, cynical man who made it clear he did not believe in anything nice.

Because that key id the key of freedom from al fears , from all depriveness, from all despair ...it was the key of happiness, A key of eternity...

Her amma's payal.. He had kept that close to him. Tenderly with utmost devotion in his eyes he had placed in on her feet the night she felt like a princess in a fairy tale. Glittering gleaming lights everywhere. People celebrating all around. But just one man before her. Gazing at her like no one had ever looked at her before. Her thoughts taking an unbidden direction. She could not control them that night. Her eyes kept returning to the man who was making her feel like a woman. how i wish she had said that to him at some point... The most beautiful woman. She had felt a strange sense of exhilaration. Did she understand the power that she held over him? That regular Khushi Kumari Gupta had been enough and more than enough to draw Arnav Singh Raizada in. New sensations flooding and illuminating her being. She knew deep within he wanted her that night and she had wanted him. She was in love. And desire a beautiful expression of that love. He had taken care of her, made her feel safe. Magically conjured her amma's payal and put it on her. His touch has seared her skin and she had craved for more. Not sure what, but there had to be more.

No i don't think she does but soon she will and that shows how powerful this love is in between them

But life had gotten complicated. It felt necessary to hate him when all her heart really wanted to do was shower him with affection..with love... Now he was gone and something was terribly undeniably wrong. He was calling out to her.."Khushi.." her name on his lips..his sould reaching out to his soulmate.. her.."Khushi".. A prayer.. A gentle caress.. A cry for help.. Just her.. He needed her.. Just like she needed him.. was nothing without him.. Oblivion.. She had to find him.. Reach him before it was too late.. Urgency.. Panic.. Oh where are you my love?!

Tonight she doesn't care if the whole family's sleep is disturbed. Single threaded focus on him. No ego that even after her tearful pleading he boarded the flight. He should be the one to call. No... She will call him. And if he isn't calling, some misfortune has surely befallen him. Not conscious of what everyone is thinking. No necessity to keep up appearances, behave normal, calm, collected. No... Tonight she will just be a loving wife waiting and worrying for husband. He always said we should do what feels right to us and give a damn about what is the expected norm. Tonight she unknowingly embraced it as she emerged a premika...his lover..his wife.. Her sole existence breathes of her love. It is just him. And no one else, nothing else matters but him.

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 251

khushi looked up and her eyes followed a plane as it took off. her head turned all the way to one side, a sadness terribly deep in her. as i watched an echo from the very first day we met them came back, a young woman, fresh, innocent, unmarked by this knowledge that she has today... looking up at a helicopter, another sky rider approaching. no idea her rajkumar is sitting inside. today, she knows who is in that large machine that defies gravity and wings her love away. she has been marked now, once and for all by love.

like bookends, the two scenes, between them the first book of a pyaar that is difficult to name. from not knowing to knowing we have come, what awaits us next. a clear sense of a whole phase coming to its end and a new one beginning... like an ocean's ebb and flow... the tide has turned, the ebbing starts, yet below the surface and tow, a pulling in, can anyone ever go away again?

251... a pain filled yet exhilarating long episode. this is the last day we shall see asr the way we are so used to seeing him, in a long time. the actor is going away on longish leave, but we have been assured he will return from time to time and shoot. we know he will be kidnapped... he is not in that plane. we also know that airport scene was not shot in an airport... it's a shopping mall.

we know many things. and we are tense... i was very very tense really. yet the actors reached effortlessly and unfalteringly in and touched hidden places, i felt my feelings soar.

baat aapki hai... kyun khushi se door jaane mein...

you are the sun, i am the moon, you are the words, i am the tune... play me. neil diamond from the seventies in a scene here suddenly. a beautiful, startling shot of a very disturbed asr waking up as a dejected khushi opens the curtain to let sunlight in. ever since the bridge a sadness and longing wraps the two, a yawning distance between them. and in khushi now a simple realisation and an absolute need. he is hurting terribly about this whole shyam thing, he is in pain... she must convince him that it's not true, because even she can't live if he should think so badly of her.

the word love may not have been stated, but these two were lovers true. and of a kind that never felt hackneyed, never felt jaded, but always as alive and radiant as that sunlight. or darkly sparkling like a star wrapped night sky.

that shower of sunlight on his face, if only it were so easy to bring light... the veil of deceit was as thick as that curtain but not as easy to draw.👏👏

an awkwardness to the morning. where does one go from here... her voice signals things to him... he senses her, she senses him, somewhere in all the hate and nafrat, in all the i'll show you swami and harassing laad governor, in all the accusing and counter accusing, in all the rage and chhap gaya hai and everything that has transpired, somewhere since that very first day when a man opened his eyes and a girl shut hers, something indelible has taken root and grown and is now in place... phenk do, throw it away he had told her... but she couldn't... he had tried to turn and walk away, but he had had to turn around. palat.

"ji shukla ji..."

and a palat. he knows she is down, he even knows why to an extent, and he can't bear it. it bothers him.

she hands him his towel, head down and looking wan, and he remembers the squabbling and race for the bath just a couple of weeks ago, a smiling crazy sanka khushi. the girl he wants, the girl he adores. he even recalls, humney kaha uthiye na... swami. maybe he enjoyed that ragging by her, maybe he felt a bit tickled by her supreme madness?

missing. longing. needing.

quiet portrayals of it in looks, in eyes, and turn of head and a pace, like little paintings strewn across the wall, each shot of the two this difficult morning after. khushi knows she must make him sign the papers. he knows he will go away.

each and every shot between the two eloquent, layered and moving. little mattered that shaym and anjali scenes were somewhat flat and loud. perhaps they needed to be noisy as they had to claim our attention today if not our hearts. the lead is going away, the visual play is shifting, hear ye hear ye. there's a sensitivity among the creatives when doing the asr khushi scenes. so delicately handled, taking time over every emotion, every action. kyun dard ha itna like a clear brief through it all.

"n.nahin shukla ji ab humse yeh dabba service nahin hoga..." she can't do this dabba service any more. a khushi forlorn, so unlike herself.

another palat.

again a memory of a smiling girl... "tum kya kar rahi ho, khushi?" what are you doing, khushi? "arre aapko pata nahin, hum apna naya business..." oh you don't know i am starting my new business.

smiling happy loopy mad khushi... girl that makes his heart beat wildly, why is she so sad so down? why ... it does bother him..

the truth has taken its toll on both.

sanaya and barun for a moment as just asr and khushi... a man and a woman who are in each other, part of each other. connected.

she looked lovely in that pink... and he darkly gorgeous.

he sits down to eat and she is up to her pranks in his heart, throwing water on him, lecturing while walking on top of the bed... he is irritated he can't stop the thoughts. memories come of the fight on the terrace. and a girl snapping a thread with her teeth, her head resting almost on his chest... so close to him, his heartbeat...

"dammit!" there's only one thing to do, banish the thoughts. "main kyun uske baare mein soch raha hoon. mujhe faraq nahin padta... uski baato se, ya uski behaviour se... usski awaz bhi nahin sunna chahta main... na usski kisi baat ka explanation chahiye..."

why am i thinking of her. makes no difference to me... her words, her behaviour... don't want to hear her voice even... nor do i want her explanations.

"usska hona na hona mujhe itna pareshan kyun karta hai... kyun soch raha hoon main itna usske baare mein... why dammit!"

her being or not being around, why does it bother me so much... why am i thinking so much of her, why dammit!

this is an intelligent, articulate man. and this struggle to acknowledge and submit to a feeling is genuine and difficult to bear. he can see he is immersed in her thoughts. his dimag says he can't have feelings for a home breaker, his sister's husband's lover... but a part of him is rebellious. it doesn't listen to his head. it does its own thing. tormented is he by her thoughts... and he misses her smile. one day he will say as much... he will do anything to put that smile on those lips. the first time he had seen her, they had registered before all else.

at the poolside he sits, looking stunning in jacket and that trademark distracted air. he sighs, memories plague him.. khushi is drunk at diwali...dancing... beguiling... feelings well up again. the entire day today, knowing full well that he leaves soon, and perhaps even more vulnerable because it's his mother's birthday the next day, he thinks of khushi and nothing but her. she is embedded in his being now. is it really possible to leave any more?

he bangs shut the computer and looks up. there is the real girl right before him.

he yells at her for no reason. maybe needs to talk, needs to try and be in control... i want you to understand mujhe in cheezon se koi faraq nahin padta..

a little later in the day. in the meantime, shyam has switched papers, she has had them signed, hidden and photographed them, and shyam has made a disgusting declaration of love, creeping everything, i bet even the fly on the wall, out. shyam's dialogues were so well crafted, raunchy, base, sickening, but wrapped in shuddh hindi, with plenty "aap" and pseudo courtesy. while the man she wants only says blatant, in your face "tum" and doesn't seem to care about the purity of language, as long as it says what he wants to and the way he wants to, dammit... what the... tum kya kar rahi ho... faraq nahin padta. and she does thrill to it all. baat aapki hai.

she calls him, he ignores the call.

the phone as a prop to convey intense despair... so well used. and kind of real. the frantic calls, the switching off. the emotional roller coaster such simple little things can set up.

stop calling me khushi.

and it is anjali who tells her sister in law that her brother is going to london. he likes to be alone on this day. can't share his pain...

khushi is stunned by this news of his leaving town, but it isn't of herself she thinks... it is only of him. many might think this is wimpish, but that is love... in this already sad sate of mind, his dukh is increasing because of her... she must tell him...

a lover is filled with fear and panic, no i won't let him go, i must prove the truth... she runs out... eyes already beginning to look desperate... he is leaving.

the episode here onward felt like a song, a balad or a ghazal or a gut wrenching love song with a tempo, a beat, a tune, and a cry for love, for life itself... saans hi nahin le...

throughout in the car he thought of no one but her. he reached the airport. a concentrated and lost look on his face.

she is getting there in a cool cab. a little detail bothered me here. surely he has several cars and drivers. in such a well directed and sensitively handled situation, a little what the.

he is inside the airport, walking in... she has reached. he is leaving without telling her... how much is said in just that.

she has no money to enter, she has forgotten to take the change back from the taxi driver, she is frantic, runs to the gate where they won't let her in... he is walking away. her heart calls out...

"aranv ji," she murmurs looking hassled.

and he hears her... he stops...he knows it is her. bas, pata chal jata hai... and after a long time, a gust of wind... as it has come again and again, in 57 when he thought she was gone, now when he is going away... it comes... a couple of minutes and goosebumps... an entire episode here, a lead up just in his missing her smiling laughing triumphant face.

she would have turned away, but the wind comes and touches her... she turns back... and a slightly stooped dejected looking arnav singh raizada turns too. she sees him at last.

hey hey, the piano notes trill, you can leave each other maybe but the song never leaves your heart your memory.

as his eyes found her, his lips moved just a hint, an involuntary rush of joy in his heart.. a smile, almost. a beautiful smile, eyes lighting.

across the distance a longing and a need spanned... he needed her like he needed nothing else... and she him... to know this truth it will take a bit of time. what if it takes forever. the heart sank at the thought. why did these two actors' love matter to a jaded one like me? maybe because nothing felt like acting. it was real. and in that longing was a preciousness that is so rare, so invaluable. it completely threw off the veil of jadedness that the years bring and said, come, dare to live, to love, to break, and die.

she saw his gaze, she felt the yearning, a happiness seemed to touch her... oh the relief and joy at finding him.

on diwali night a recognition of things that can never be denied had taken place... she had looked through a glass later as he had taken another wild step to somehow escape her spell, not ready to succumb to such a huge feeling. today again, she is behind a glass, tears streaming down her cheeks and he is off.

rabba vey. a few moments of forgetting all reality and just being in each others hearts.

then she was stopped, she called to him... she wanted to speak, suddenly reality stepped back in... jerked him out of that beautiful trance... he turned away...

she called him, he disconnected the line, looking at her all the while... were there tears in his eyes.

she called again... she was not going to stop today, not till she got him to hear, to understand, to come back to her... she couldn't live without that...

agony gripped him, then he, who so wanted to believe that all he had seen was a lie, did give into his gut, his heart, and answered the call.

"kya sunu...!" he gritted out, brusque abrupt tone... no one hurts like a man who knows he is hurting but doesn't yet understand why...

"kya bolna chahti ho...!" what do you want to say. sharp words like shots.

"hum aapko bata na chahte hain ki shyam ji..." i want to tell you that shyam ji...

a jerk of a wrist and the phone is off the ear. shyam... the mere mention hits him hard, blinding pain.

she is heartbroken, he is leaving. she has lost touch with him, her life ebbs... yes it does feel like death... maran re tuhu mama shyam saman.

arnav ji, ruk jaiye... her words float around as the world swirls uncaring and busy with everyday mundane things... ticket. you don't have a ticket...

beautiful juxtaposition of the mundane and pointless with that deep anguish and an emotion that brings light to everything, even a plain glass door with bright blue frame and plastic palms.

he wanted to look back... why? and yet he did and he shook off the feeling again and again...

rabba vey played as he left her and she cried not caring where she was, just her feelings mattered.

and then he returned... perhaps that string that ties them is too hard to break, no matter how many times you snap it. he can't stay away.

"aap gaye nahin..." she is mystified, elated. you didn't go.

"aap ruk gaye..." you stayed.

"tumne zabardasti roka," you made me stay. who can do zabardasti with this man. looks away, and back, so much in the eyes.

"kyun kar rahi ho yeh sab?" why are you doing all this.

"kyunki hum aapse baat karna chahte hain!" because i want to talk to you. a spirit in her now... when he is near, she is whole again. the classic lover, incomplete without her love, divine and even mere mortal lovers in culture after culture have been like that. a right, a huq she keeps feeling...

how can you think shyam and i... she starts, and again that name he cannot tolerate. possibly especially from her lips. it is tainting, obscene almost.

"mujhe iss baare mein kuch nahi sunna..." don't want to hear anything about this.

khushi moves swiftly and does a very khushi thing, she snatches away his ticket. he is astounded.

please wait a bit, soon your doubts will clear... she pleads. she believes shyam is on his way to talk to asr. she still believes this will happen.

the hope in his eyes, the plea in hers...

"aap ko rukna hi hoga..." you have to stop... again that right.

"agar aap hamare baare mein aisa sochenge toh humse bardasht nahin hoga..." if you think this of me, i won't be able to tolerate it.

"bardasht nahin hoga... bardasht toh main nahi kar sakta!" you won't be able to tolerate it... i can't tolerate it!

i have done nothing that you should think this of me or give me such a sazaa... punishment.

just looks... liquid, limpid and flecks of fire. a look, a swallow... he leaves...

yet again he returns. beautiful... this push me pull you. unmistakable sign of a vital emotion.

"10 minutes.. dus minute hai tumhare paas sach sabid karne ke liye..." you have ten minutes to prove the truth. sach... he asks for it finally. soon he won't care, he will know what is the greatest truth. and that in fact cannot be proven.

"uske baad i'll be gone!" then i'll be gone.

crowds jostle the girl he hates... a man moves forward, an arm protects, a body stands between a woman and the world... she is his patni, he her pati, he always her protector. hamesha. this is an instinct he cannot deny. a beautiful moment thought up by creatives. speaks eloquently without a single word.

di said why you are going today, if you stayed... she feels his loving, she tries to break through, touch his core, tell him she is always here... make him feel better.

conventional wisdom: lady, the man has called you all sorts of pretty bad things, don't care, make him apologise and till he does, stay away, be angry. never give in. demand your right.

the wisdom of love: feel his pain, give him care, love him, no matter what he thinks of you, don't stop loving him, if need be just forgive him and forget what he said, he says all this because he hurts.

great love stories have that wisdom. correct sounding tales with political correctness its main aim, will never feel this ecstasy. where submission is the ultimate conquest.

"tumhare pas sirf teen minute hain..." she has only three minutes. a countdown to what...

"tumne aakhri baar mujhse kuch manga aur maine diya... got to go now" he speaks of the last time... akhri... is it the end? you asked me for something for one last time and i gave it to you... imperious... he who gives and asks for nothing... yet the undertow screams, i needed this, i needed you, i wanted you to give me yourself, i need to know you are not that woman, my mind doesn't listen, too many layers of pain numb it befuddle it, my past, my present, your voice, you in another man's arms, release me from this pain, tell me it isn't true. she can perhaps hear all that and more... without words, without perfectly flowing senstences, a lover knows, just like that.

but now he must claim himself back from this vulnerabilty, this defenselessness... h's got to go, cool urbane, invincible, don't care.

she won't let him...

"stop it khushi stop it NOW. i know koi aanewala nahin hai... main ruka sirf issliye tha kyunki..." i know no one's coming, i stopped only because... and that terrifying pause after kyunki... because.

but this time a thought needs to be expressed.

a slight air of helplessness on a stern face...

"kyunki kahin na kahin (voice breaks on kahin) main chahta tha ki tum apne aap ko beqasoor proove karo.. shayad ek hope thi ki shayad tum galat nahi ho... par galat main tha..."

because somewhere i wanted you to prove your innocence... maybe i had a hope that you are not wrong... but i was wrong...

"lekin iss aakhri mauke ko bhi tum utni wafadari se nibhaya jaise apni har galti ko... enough khushi, ab aur nahin... i am going khushi... ab toh sach bata do..." he is so disappointed, sad, miserable really. did he ever ask himself why it was important? why he cared.

she must have made some "stoopid" plan to mislead him he says.

"mat jaiye..." don't go. that's all she can say, she can think or feel. her whole being seems to say that in that torn desperate voice.

her hand on his shoulder... she is getting physical like him. that tension between two people very close, a frenetic feel to it all.

"kyun tumhe faraq padta hai..." why does it make a difference to you? he has felt so badly unloved on that terrace that night. he thought he made all the difference to her, but apparently...

"kyun? kyun faraq padta hai? kyunki baat aapki hai issliye faraq padta hai... aur agar aap hi aise chale jayenge toh hum saans hi nahi le p-"

and she says the words he surely does understand... and long to hear. sanaya's voice trembles, fills with tears and love and a surrender, khushi must say what she feels, though she too has not clearly articulated thoughts, she knows but if he should go, everything would cease to be, especially her breath, she... maran re...

makes a difference because it is you... if you leave like this... then how will i even breathe...

i can't live without you...

the hour of separation is near. hearts are open and vulnerable... inevitability lurks all around, bidding all to rush to it... time ticks, refusing to stand still...

and memories come, one upon another, in pictures, in sound, in every pore of one's being... aisa kyun hota hai...

in his heart echoes of what he had said in an unguarded moment and meant every word, every silence... jab jo bura kaha uska koi matlab nahin.. jab jo bura kiya uska koi matlab nahin.. iss pyaar mein sahi aur galat ka koi matlab nahin, bas... ke main hamesha hamesha tumse...

she is galat, he is certain now and broken even more, yet what does galat really mean in a love such as this?

she clutches his hand to stop him, please don't go, but he is adamant, he pulls her hand off his, having already taken back his ticket ad putting it into his pocket, beautiful direction here as we will see later.

he leaves. and the saddest walk down the gallery, looking downcast, almost ill, the distance between him and the girl struggling at the doorway increases.

somewhere in a colourless place, a no man's land, he touches his feelings... the voice in his head asks, "kyun aisa feel kar raha hoon main, kyun khushi se door jaane mein ittni taqleef ho rahi hai mujhe... why dammit."

why am i feeling like this... why is it hurting me so much to go far away from khushi... why dammit.

beautiful dialogue. a precise understanding of a state of mind in the language of the man who says it. the distance bothers him. to hate her while she sleeps next to him or makes his life hellish is acceptable.. this distance. yet it is this very thing that will bring peace and reconciliation within.

she looked up at the plane... there up in the sky where she had once seen his chopper...

asr didn't make it to the plane. barun shot his film. we got the beautiful and emotional kidnap track. maybe his film did not release, but by necessitating this separation, it did a far more magical thing.

have i ever seen such beautiful lovers or felt so much of their feelings. khushi the lover is among us now... that bridge onward she was never the same. the girl is metamorphosing, a woman is emerging, a lover has laid claim... and a man who never had a chance to be a boy has asked the question only a lover can ask, who else bothers to ask why it hurts to leave the one you think is a fallen woman, the one you hate.

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 254

well, this man got introduced here, so it can't be all bad, can it.

was he asr's wicked uncle's ballistically wicked son?

was he a forgotten scion of the malik khandan come to assert his right?

was he a business rival who wanted to kaput asr before ar took over his whole empire... i mean look at the profile, the "stance" of head, and isn't that a brown suit he wears. oh h only one man has copyright in perpetuity over suits of that shade, doesn't he know? maybe it's a fierce battle for the right to own and master that very thing... the brown suit.

this man was too dashing to be just an anybody. maybe he was aman's cool dude younger bro taking revenge on his hapless and sleep deprived elder bro's inconsiderate boss so aman could take over ar.

i mean, who was he?

and who was masala mama, while we are at this? was he a secret messenger for some mega boss called mother? and babli, with that definite nick nack air, was she an infiltrator from the dark side too? she kept the evil eye twitching eviler music embellished enemy aware of her brusque not mushy cousin's cousin's whereabouts and shenanigans.

i mean who were all these people? must be the writers had understood the need for a deep dark fascinating conspiracy against asr and ar and these were the stalwarts of that twist, dhamakedaar twist, in the tail and tale...

surely that black scorpion in the sangeet sequence was a maha hint of this maha twist.

and look look now nani ji is telling the pining khushi that her chhotey hides in brass containers to punish himself if those he loves get chastised. huh? okay, i will not lie, when i heard this the first time, i was irritated but intrigued, was this a major lead, a hint hint, at something to come.

hmm... episode 254. very tired and uninspired day at the production house, maybe the going away of powerhouse actor had winded them and suddenly in the midst of highly notched up shyam melodrama and khushi to the rescue strategy, an honest and forlorn sigh from the show... where are you, arnav ji. how will 20 minutes sell without you. wardrobe, yes yes make that mistake and give that suit to that fellow, at least we'll get to see something that reminds of nasty arrogance...

sat through it hoping to see a dear face, and just because i do have a lot of regard and fondness for nani, khushi and the others... no, not nick nack and extremely nonmasala uncle. but yeah, that profile could have led the story to more exotic vistas... such a "washte". bhelcomes, rocky... how you kept us inventing dreaming believing.

for rocky and the real thriller, a song... and a dance. and if memory has not completely disappeared, in this particular gana a little mistaken identity too.

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