Originally posted by: Firefly
I'm mostly a silent reader, so first I want to thank you and all the folks out there whose messages I've read and who've indirectly helped me get through a particularly rough year.
This is mostly nostalgia about IPK ( some fav scenes in purple below) -- which to me is synonymous with ASR and KHUSHI (SOBTI and IRANI). Sorry it's so long and some of it may notmake much sense since it's late at night and I'm in a little bit of physical pain (not much just a little).
For me IPK was an unraveling of sorts. That's the best way I can describe it. People speak about evolving as we grow older (and supposedly wiser), but it had quite a different, maybe even opposite effect on me. Like I was slowly getting undone -- and by the end of it all, I was that 16 year old again who believed in things like "soul-mate" (the forever kind and not the Jimmy Choo kind), "destiny" and "heart's desire".
Then therewere scenes that started out like they were innocuous enough, then suddenly they were like, "hey, you remember emotions? No? O.K. Let me remind you." Then it would start, I could literally, physically feel it -- a flutter that started from the tip of my toe, took a brief pause in my heart and drizzled in release from my eyes-- exactly as Arnav described it -- pehle per, phir hath, phir kande, phir sir. LOL. "Heart molecule-shift", as I like it to call it.
I can compare it (IPK) to another moment in my life that happened a couple of years ago, when I was so deeply concerned about concentrating on my career.
I had been working in a lab for about 8 months or so and I use to stay late at work until about 10:30 pm or so. There was a guy in the lab who I had become good friends with. It was just another day when I was staying late, on this day, however, this friend of mine said, "it's late, and I'm going to stay with you". I had an epiphany that day, that I was a girl and it felt good. No shame, no pride, no feminism, just a feeling of being liked enough.
That to me is analogous to IPK. A reminder of something obvious yet elusive, raw but beautiful, that lives somewhere within -- pit of your stomach, center of your heart, I don't know, but somewhere well hidden.
It was maybe even bigger than that though I think for all of us. There were so many layers. Some, I think the writers didn't even intend, but we saw none the less. LOL
Yes, there was the amazing chemistry and the intense raw passion, but some of my favorite scenes some wouldn't even consider romantic in the traditional sense.
Scenes that turned everyday emotions that into portraits of pathos -- she had chickpea powder on her face, he laughed, and we were tender.
Another fav, he comes back for his woman, hugs her, we want him to hold the other-woman. Possessiveness by proxy. O.k. true we want to be hugged immediately-after, dammit!
Then there are other episodes that I refer to as IPK -- SUFI-IZED. You know the ones where you feel a reference to "somethingmore". For example, the one where Arnav is kidnapped and is tied to a chair when he suddenly sees his "Khushi". He immediately reaches out for her, but can't reach her because his hands are tied. You kneel in front of the t.v (o.k really you turn your face at an angle where others can't see your tears for a fictional tv character) and scream ... "oh god ASR, if you had only listened to your heart earlier!" Then you think, how apropros for life because isn't it true that we are our own worst enemies (our pride, our desires, our delusions) and we get ourselves into situations that keep us from our
own true happiness, our "khushi". Shyam was just a mere distraction who had never really caused real harm in their lives up to thatpoint.
O.K. this is getting to long. Last but not least, mention of one of my ALL-TIME favorite scenes. It really all happens in the blink of an eye, so if you are not paying close attention you will miss it. I'm sure everyone in this forum has caught it though. The dhaba scene on October 12, 2011 -- yes I'm just as sick as all of you, I remember the date. This one starts approximately when Arnav is sitting angry that Khushi was able to convince the men there to hold him back. Then the dancing starts and Khushi gets pulled into the crowd. Arnav sees this whole thing happening and the transition in his expressions from when Khushi first gets pulled in to when she is fully engaged in classic Khushi moves -- pure subtle brilliance. Watching the transition from Arnav's expression of curiosity, to the glint
in the eye to that faint warm smirk -- BLISS.
O.K. I lied, last few words on SOBTI's acting since the title suggests this is mainly about him. I'm not convinced that someone can be that perfect. I mean there has to be some of sort of luck involved here, right? How else can we explain things like, the right modulation down to each syllable, how does he know the exact moment to blink an eye (and for how
long), and how exactly does he know when we need to see his adam's apple? You know when he's killer, when he uses all of those to his advantage at the same time. Proof -- the 10 seconds before during and after the "aur main" in the episode where khushi is about to leave him for the gupta house and he reminds her of the contract.
Last one, promise. The eye-lock before Arnav helps khushi set up lunch before the payash wedding. You think, if someone ever loves me, that's how he'll look at me and I'll know it too.
I guess ASR was right about one thing for sure, "tum woh har kam nahi kar sakti, jo main kar sakta hoon". We know ASR. We know. There will be no other.
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