Originally posted by: current
..Yes Sir..today's grand finale reminded me of the movie called 10 things I hate about you..which was actually a weird way of saying How many things I love about you in the grand finale of the movie by the girl to the boy..Highly recommended if you guys have not seen it..though it is quite old
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big, dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick ' It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh ' Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around. And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you ' Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all
@ bold and now I think this where at least Arnav is headed..His restlessness at Khushi's impending departure...His desperation to make her listen, to make her look at him, to acknowledge him and not be doggedly stubborn and indifferent around him..
Poor Arnav ..I felt for him today..So now he is slithering on thin ice..He no longer knows the rules .
One minute he plays the boss..of note his having water from the cup first without asking her though I think this was also to show that Yes I don't care iff you don't accept my offer of help because I won't do it any more and the next minute it all fails and he turns to her to give that drink .which ofcourse she promptly refuses because she is sooo expected him to be the gallant knight ..hahah .Whichever way Arnav turns it was a a no win situation..
The next minute he is literally shaking her in desperation to make his point..All of it falls on deaf ears.*pun intended* as a manic Arnav hurls everything in his power to create enough noise to ram his point home but no avail..a last ditch attempt to open the door on Khsuhi's insistence which he thought would make her listen but She turned tail..and he lost face and got the biggest shock of his life as he discovered she is leaving..leaving for good...WHY??? All the lad needs is anger management classes...preferably conducted by Lajpatnagar Lajo in red saree😆
When Khushi Kumari Gupta concluded their store roonm rendevous by saying how Arnav Singh Raizada who hates her,who hates her hasiyiat , who hates her on sight will have to hate her no longer because she is moving to Lucknow..I was tempted to add..
Yes, he hated you when you glided down in the red saree even though you had gone against his orders: you can hate and still admire a thing of beauty (and I am being entirely too polite here by using the word "admire")
Yes he hated when you curled up to him in the rain even though you had refused his coat : Boys will be boys...why pass up on god-given opportunity?
Yes he hated you when you fainted on him even though you had made him guilty as charged without an explaination: fainted because he had sent me to that death hole and left me to sit trapped without water or food for hours,...I get into a lot of scrapes by myself but even I draw the line at taking solitary joy-trips into crumbling guest-houses in the rains
Yes he hated you even more when he took you home and tucked you in bed even though you had taunted him about being a bhagwan.: Point
Yes he hated you when he let you resign without further ado even though you told him to go to hell
:to me that meant that he couldn't be bothered...just wanted to get rid of me...😭
Yes he hated you when you shied away from his hand as he turned to brush off the sindoor even though you had dumped the whole bottle on his italian suit😆 :yeh kya hota hai?
Yes he hated you when he gave you water to drink even though you berated him about breaking your fast: you know what, that confused me as well...why did he do that? Oh, the confounding man!!😡 And that shrew in white...
Yes he hated you when he crushed you to his chest even though you refused to have anything to do with him and fainted promptly afterwards: I have to tell you...that nearly killed me...never felt that way before...couldn't breathe...and don't tell anyone, but it was kind of enjoyable...😕
Yes he hated you when he fell on top of you after he rescued devi mayyia even though you refused to hang on to his hand for help: you got to be kidding me?? How could I take the hand of my sworn enemy?...Khushi Kumari Gupta ke itne bhi bure din nahin aayen hain
Yes he hated you when you cried and tried to phone for help even though you plain refused to listen to him: he wanted to get out...must have remembered some blasted meeting
Yes he hated you when you told him how he hated you even though he opened your door for escape..: hey, have you not heard of self-preservation instincts? I had to escape before those killer eyes decimated me forever...
Loved the way the track is shaping...the confusion on both sides..the pent up anger,frustration and regret on Arnav's side and the desperation at her impeding departure..
Loved Khushi's escape route..personfied by Devi Mayyia..It was devi mayyia who sent her to the store room and devi mayyia to the route home..She is running away because she who was always been ready to battle the odds is now outside her comfort zone ..a zone where she asks for time out from Devi mayyia...and she doesnot know yet why she should feel sad ..but let us say she is not happy..
AMAZING storyline and soo hatke...The realisation of being in love is probaly imminent in Arnav but Khushi is hell bent on running away to stop and analyse..but soon the twain shall meet..😃
Ok guys this is it..
Addendum..for those interested in the title ..
the films tagline was adapted from the sonnet by Elizabeth Barrett Browning and it is a beautiful poem about intense love...the love of a wife for a husband which reaches a spritual level
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,'I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! 'and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.