Blast from the Past Thread #25 ** Abducted Dreams ** p 129, ep 257 - Page 108

Originally posted by: sohara

Enjoyed reading your longish take.

Beautiful, beautiful episode. Hats off cvs to handle barun's departure so deftly. Both Barun and Sanaya poured their heart out to emote their feeling. As you said, this two make a divine connection. You know how crazy I am for them. They are so magical as if made for each other.

It was the Last day to see the shrewd ruthless ASR. I also loved lovelorn, rather softy Arnav, but sure that old ASR is something different, someone too enthralling.

Barun's last episode before taking the break. We are tensed, almost biting our nails whether he is coming back or not. I remember I used to spent most of my spare time in IF just to get the confirmation news of his return in the show.

LOved how you connected the scene of Khushi's looking up ti the aircraft with the first scene when Khushi looked up to the helicopter to see her prince charming.

you said he may liked her craziness. I'll say not may, he loved her craziness, even her calling him swami.

Anjali and shyam's part was always irritating to watch.

I also agree that Shyam's mellifluous guileful words never captivated khushi. she rather loved her laad governor's profanity.

Your take on the airport scene is stupendous.

the lines I marked bold are my favorite.

This line is simply beautiful.

the veil of deceit was as thick as that curtain but not as easy to draw.

Originally posted by: ArshiHamesha

Thank you Faiqa 😳 deja vu..lovely.. all those remarriage moments were also deja vu.. weren't they? these two had already been bound together..

About the dream yes I completely agree. I also loved it. in fact I was surprised by how powerful it felt even though the sets were in no way grand. I guess what I was trying to say was I know there are lots of inner deeper meanings in her memories, but I can't analyse those except what is apparent. And so I wrote what each object in my heart was associated with..

Originally posted by: wiwy

@ Aarwen Episodes 254-55

Your random thoughts...hmm. I twirled and dipped in them...the flashbacks, the soliloquy, all your talks on raw love like sugar free jalebis which look like the ordinary ones. You bite into them and you know they are special !

Thanks R for making the episodes them.🤗

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 255

a tight brief, which doesn't give you everything you want often produces the best of things. it creates necessity... the thing that stokes the thinking, the imagination and gives birth to something new, beautiful. a thing born to serve a purpose but sometimes far exceeding its need it becomes a want... a desire... like this enchanting set piece in the middle of the everyday, the ordinary, in an episode of a serial.

had barun not gone away for a bit. had there not been panic about how to keep the show going with the hero not around. had there not been a need to keep the love story alive. had there been no hair tearing about the famous chemistry gone missing. had there not been heads wondering if they'd roll in case trp went down. I would have been happy he didn't have to leave , but like you said they needn't have been afraid. Still on this rewatch I realise there loads of memorable sequences in these episodes. So alls well that ends well.. oops.. can't say about the ending well in this case.. well anyway you understand my dil ki baat so lets leave it at that..

but there had been all of that. and show had to go on. writers had to create "tracks" that worked. their only key, the female lead... asr had already acknowledged to himself his feelings for khushi, but writers had still not worked out khushi's realisattion. i've heard ved raj mention this and how challenging it was to find the right moment and method for this. I should go search for these interviews.. not seen..

the hero is not there. he cannot be interacted with in the "real" world. perhaps that was the gate through which they neatly stepped into another space, a bit of surreality, the sphere of imagination. kidnap is drizzled with dreams, reveries, telepathy, spaces where the imagination goes and claims real estate... beyond the restrictions and barriers of the three dimensions. in a thought world, sometimes far more potent than the "things" world.

two episodes back khushi had dreamed of him and had a lover's premonition. she ran frantically in search of the man she loved, becoming his woman while he was far away. maybe he heard her? maybe he called her?

today something inanimate yet always a part of her emotions, a sign of her in fact, a little orange swirl, crunchy outside, soft and sweet inside, her jalebi, it took her straight to him and her longing, her memory, her first declaration of love... she made it to herself. because it was she who needed to know it maybe, before she could tell anyone else. lovely..I think this will be my favourite paragraph.. am commenting as I read so can't say yet for sure..

and perhaps the most lovely and enduring and insightful soliloquy i have ever heard in a serial, i got to hear... the first time, i remember feeling dumbstruck, how beautiful sanaya's voice, the pace, the afternoon light, the tumble of memories, the exquisite words one leading to the next and then the talking to hawaein. just a touch of sixties' filminess, and a forlorn, filmi girl's tete a tete with an emotion, in her way. not cutesy, more romantic heroine in feel. yes they let her talk to herself and figure it out.. beautiful..

she had said baat aapki hai to him at the airport but without pondering as to why, it had come rushing out of her when she could find no way of convincing him. but today she entered that feeling.

the realisation is massive, its language had to be different from the chal khushi chal sort of inner chats she has. the story of asr and khushi started on a strange evening, in these months they have moved from the first meeting, always significant in a major love saga, through many layers to the heart level. to dhadkan, to saans. but the story continues deeper... maybe to soul, to our astral being, to an aspect of the human beyond the material. and that is possible only in a different space. in a different metre. in a different rhythm.

khushi is missing asr constantly and very badly, it's wearing her down. she feels distracted. the loss of the papers worries her further. she wants him back... but he is not there.

after a long time we see her making her jalebis. you almost feel relief for her. she is trying not to think of him... the memory of that beautful first meeting comes by... and then the dreadful last one. I have been pining for those jilebis since so long..

"kuch toh kahin galat hai..." something is wrong somewhere... something is not adding up... why would he message her and not di... an uncanny sense of mishap, she worries.

the mountains of jalebi reach the table. once way back she had been worried and made "arnav" jalebi... that was then, the still light and fun filled days of ipk with its entrancing and hot nok jhoks. but now the jalebis will take us to another world... she has made the whole lot with less sugar for her sugar free man. he is not here. I miss him so much its crazy really.. Actually I want to see him in a movie so much it hurts to wait.. and you all have been waiting for years.. I can't even imagine the amounts of jilebis that might have left the kitchen in your imaginations while missing this man.

naturally a bit of leg pulling ensues, and the girl who can handle such things quite easily, just can't take it and runs away to her room... where she feels his presence and his absence both

in nani's words we are told that she is in a different mind state... her memories bother her... unhen chhotey ki yaad satawat hai.

and khushi runs to her room, locks the door, weeps remembering the man she had fed jalebi to one day... her mate, whom she did hate. she goes to the cupboard and something catches something, next thing, pearls are dropping and tuhi bata mere maula fades in... am jealous I had planned to use that word..weeps.. and then I think I missed using it.. boo hoo.. next take full of weeps..

this nudging of emotion, memory by inanimate objects was always interesting in ipk. how adept her dupatta at talking to him, reaching him. now it's pearls and jalebi that talk to her, guide her to her feelings. even the room curtains..

that very first time, he'd snapped the dori, she recalls.

kuch rishte ajeeb hi dor mein bandhe hote hai...

some relationships are tied with the strangest of threads... starts the soliloquy in sanaya's impeccable, strong yet rich with emotion delivery. yes, the snapping of dori was actually the tying of a thread... which brought them together instead of tearing them asunder. ajeeb it was... strange... as things in life often are. her voice .. i have no words to decribe how lovely she sounded..

takrar se shuru hotey hain... starts with a clash. he slaps money into her palm and turns away with a sardonic smile, amused she'd dared to tell asr that she'd pay for something...

with every line the memories pour and drench... in the guest house he slams her against a drum, in the rain he comes running and saves her.

some relationships are tied by a strange string
they start with a clash... they grow in the shade of hatred...
they fall, they crash, but they remain
the hatred keeps on growing and the knot
becomes even more firm
so much... that one day even hate shies away
from growing any more... and that relationship remains
only as a tie... but only of hatred.
sometimes it feels as if in this realm of hatred
there's something that says to me
this unheard, unknown, unspoken feeling
give it but a chance...
but a relationship whose cornerstone is hatred
to expect anything of it
wouldn't it be naivety and nothing else
perhaps this naivety i did act with
otherwise why despite so much hatred
i think of you...
why do i fight and quarrel with you
yet after you leave i look longingly for your return
speak to the winds of you... ❤️

even in a bad translation there is power in those words. I had to scroll down to this line and a second before I was thinking.. in Eglish this is sounding even sweeter..

why, indeed, do such relationships not end not break...

the memories touch points of pain and connection, he is pulling her, he is dragging her into the temple, he is marrying her... and as she droops slowly, staring at the poolside where so much has transpired, where the winds possibly know him so she chats with them... this ethereal journey to the land of imagination unfolds

the four layers of: sanaya, her voice, tuhi bata, flashbacks and yes that emptiness, worked so well to paint an evocative canvas.

shyam and the daal sequence mirrored that lovely asr eating hot daal just to show her scene. now shyam in a distorted reflection of it. disgusting. was there really any need to up the lascivious lechery aspect appealing to our sense of the sordid because they feared the appeal to our yearning for romance would be affected during this time. I felt so indignant they used a same memory. And I did feel Khushi's reaction to the whole thing is never shown strong enough. Why did she have to eat the daal before offering it to him. Was she challenging his feelings? I don't really understand.

well the brief was tight, sometimes, pretty bad creative ideas seem to come of it too.

there was a sweet scene at the beginning where khushi talks to shiv about keeping asr safe, etc., then requests him not to tell dm that she spoke to him... i mean dm might take it to heart and khushi can't afford that.. a need to call out to the deities ti protect hers, her saans is in this one after all.

i wrote this on facebook today, quite overwhelmed by the scene, thought i'd leave it here too.

ipk 3 anniversary month still on. i wanted to just sigh over the beautiful writing and delivery by a lovely inward sounding voice. i have no idea who actually wrote the "shayad yeh nadani" soliloquy of khushi's. what i do know is you rarely get such depth of thought and words on telly. not in a serial certainly. falling in love and romance are not arcane niche things, there's loads of writing on this... naturally to find what stands out is tough. so many things start sounding the same.here there was a brief to writer i think to establish love including the feeling of falling in it without using the word love... also to say it all using nafrat, the feeling clearly identified by the speaker. hate is akin to love, ha, mills and boon stuff, right... so how come these guys took it to this classic level. no hesitation, no yikes i will regret this later, but this is fantastic writing.

and sanaya irani, such flawless delivery. hits the insides makes you want to feel exactly those feelings. whoever directed her for this one... arshad k or lalit m... may jalebis rain on you all your life. sugarfree might I add

soliloquy brings back college and deep consternation... couldn't understand a thing most times. this one could understand and not understand too ha ha... too good.

kuch rishte ajeeb hi dor mein bandhe hote hai...
takrar se shuru hote hai... nafrat ke saaye mein panapte hai...
girte hai padte hai lekin qayam rehte hai
nafrat badti jati hai aur rishte ki gaath
aur gheri hoti jaati hai...
itni... ki ek din nafrat bhi aur barne se
sharma jati hai... aur woh rishta
sirf ek bandhan ban ke
reh jati hai...lekin sirf nafrat ka.
kabhi kabhi aisa lagta hai jaise
nafrat ke iss mahaul mein kuch toh hai...
jo humse kehta hai ki...
iss ansuni... aanjani si... ankahe se ehsaas ko
ek mauqa toh do...
par jis rishte ki neev hi nafrat par rakhi hui ho
usse kuchh bhi umeed lagana
nadani nahin toh kya hota hai?
aur shayad yeh nadani hum kar baithe
warna kyun itne nafrat ke bawajud
hume aap ki yaad aa rahi hai?
kyun hum aap se ladte hain, jhagadte hain...
lekin apke jaane ke baad aap hi ki raah dekhte hain...
hawao se baatein karte hain.

just saw the episode again and was floored. hawao se baatein... uff.

Originally posted by: indi52

^^^

hey indu,

glad you aaa-ed and 😆. me too... as i sat down to write for this one. i mean, really there was nothing in this filler, it was emptier and emptiest. you are right, looks and coolness quotient pretty high in ipk... even mami was kinda dude... that thobby thickness of most shows missing here. but clearly rocky meri jaan was put in a brown suit to mislead the mad phangurrls. um yeah, he just looked very you know like he belonged to another serial, but that he was a fairly low level goon i wouldn't have guessed. 😆

me not fond of people hurting themselves for anything... and i do hope asr if he had that tendency as a child got over it as he grew up. i can see him take the blame for those he loves... as in the case of that photograph and di, or as i read it, pretend all is well and he was not ill because he doesn't want khushi to feel bad about something... maybe as everyone else read it, he did it without realising why he was really doing it... even with that , it's asr-ish. but hmm pital ka bartan. no.

the scene was sweet and i do like jayshree t's nani take. she added something genuinely loving to it. again not the usual serial thing.

thanks so much. i miss suit man...badly.

Originally posted by: Horizon

He does hurt himself when in pain about his loved ones...that raw visible wound of farq padtha hai altho it wasn't intentional...the invisible wound of the terrace, hate marriage.. may be not physical always .. .at emotional level he sure does hurt himself ..

Agree peetal ka bartan is absolutely low aukaath. I am sure he graduated from that growing up..but at this juncture I vaguely read it as one of those juvenile ways to literally go into a shell when his loved one/s get hurt.. where as the cocoon of adult successful business man is not close to being as obtuse...total asrish as you said..

Khushi knew all the way how much he gets hurt when he hurts her.. but now after the airport, after the physical separation she needed to hear that again just to gather herself

and just loved the whole premise of his tales being narrated as a bedtime fairy tale between two women who genuinely love him ...hopefully I am not smitten by him to the extent of not being able to see the follies..

And, almost forgot.. best wishes for today June 19th... your special day...

Originally posted by: indi52

episodes 256/257

saw the two episode this morning, a slightly tired sunday felt even more listless and wan after watching.

definitely the absence is being felt.

and as a result, desperate measures.

firstly, these are the fourth and fifth episodes i think of khushi looking consistently constantly sad and forlorn and droopy... tiring to watch. and not exactly khushi. yes, there was the jalebi making and the soliloquy of 254. but that was all. and a dream a little before that. otherwise, the same expression practically right through. sad... really, because i found it difficult to watch ipk. very difficult.

even the one with rocky's first appearance was better in a way. it did not have shyam minus clothes. what crazy tack was this? it was sharp to the extent it made one go "ow"; and close ones eyes.

khushi stood there saying many things?

how about leaving the room.

not an option?

like that evening on the terrace... the long conversation with a married man who has long stalked and harassed you, yet, you insist on finishing the conversation... here too.

why, she was more spirited and fiery when she met the horrid mr raizada the first time. she made every attempt to leave. here she stood and kept telling shyam to go, knowing full well by now his penchant for melodrama...

and who wrote that shyam bit? what was the purpose? the same leching and insinuating and crazy making of khushi could have been done without the village belle like going for bath sequence methinks. or maybe they should have given him a little pitcher to fill water. really, so he skulked in her room, waiting for her to appear so he could show her his biceps and triceps and get her on a sensual high? i mean really what was the reason for this billious scene?

he speaks of her angry eyes turning him on. ok, i thought of the angry eyes that do actually turn her on...if that was the writer's intention, a smooth reminder of the gussa man... i am okay with with those few words.

but khushi's eyes would have grown stormy and more without shyam's off shoulder look.

another reminder of the man in his cousin stealing his stance and word. uff akash said, "enough!"

how terribly wrong it sounded coming from him.

and how the heart leaped at a memory.

two episodes and more went showing several strangers with as many phones talking about mr r not reaching london.

were these all hints of the phonecall on the way? finally when you are tired of the many phonecalls will come the one true phonecall.

ah, something spiritual surely there.

well, since i can't get my passport and visa to london in a day, and several weeks of outsourcing and human bungling must be factored in, i better shut up and recede to my corner, hurt. whether an actor is present or not, the viewer always is...might have been great if makers considered this person. the actor gave notice and left, the creators left it seemed without even bothering to tell me.

so yes, kidnap gave us some fantastic and unbelievable moments.

but always when the one who had taken a little time off was there.

makes me wonder about the level of talent and commitment of the writers and other creatives...

Originally posted by: kizh72

You had mentioned the lascivious sexuality on some other thread. I don't know why we have so much of it in our movies and serials. This whole shyam track was a big yuck for me. Just could not get the whole point of it. And the way shyam/abbas looked at this point was even more off for me. In the beginning, the way he looked and his actions made him interesting ( I loved something you had written, "shudh hindi and ashudh intentions"!). He looked the ideal young man that people would consider as good marriage material. And you just didn't get khushi's insistence in clearing up stuff with him.

Seriously off writing.

Originally posted by: indi52

kizh,

he looked plain awful during this phase.. the interesting character they started out with, just got finished off. abhaas was disappointing., he seemed to have a much better sense of his character when it started out... now who is he exactly... a huge difference between a guy who sits daydreaming about a girl whole his wife is by him or in his arms and then commits curiously disproportionate acts of destruction to get his hands on her as compared to this... a very filmi, crass character who skulks in her room, and he the son in law much loved of the fam, with his shirt off and his lechery in full view. and as we realise it isn't even love or like for khushi in this case, just some weird power trip... their was a tender note to shyam, you almost felt bad for this amoral character... he seemed interesting, but somewhere along the way they lost him...

in red... yes, too much of this sleaze everywhere. a repressed hypocritical society i guess gets off on such sickening displays of ugh sex. a terrifying trend... i have grown up totally scared of rape and molestation thanks to these sorts of scenes in movies... something always said, this can happen. we belong to a world that has no respect for the woman as an individual... yet we have this veneer of a great culture that reveres women. dichotomy of the most horrific kind. disorienting.

in this story, there was no need for and no place for these excesses. unless you cared to show the why of it... something from shyam's past, something that made you understand why he was the way he was... to just say yes i am bad and let that explain everything, well lazy writing.