Blast from the Past Thread #7, ep 87, pg 119 - Page 48

Originally posted by: ArshiHamesha

🤣 in red yes sounds good to me.

For blue your answer lies in purple as I gave my example stupidly yes if he was a strong guy and a man of principles as they showed I think he was in relations with girls but not in that sense in deeply and with La for one dialogue"live in mein sab kuch karte hain' strikes that target but his attitude towards her was always like" I let you do what ever kissing on cheeks,touching blah blah to keep others away"

This is my take because no other girl came near to him or he let anyone come close to him not even La even in her own home or I wish they had the original Dark story to share to show his character in true sense.But I do believe and agreed with he was a designer and in that world it is ok."Par apne mun ko jo acha lagta hai waisa mann lainey mein kya harge hai"😊

In black underlined Indi when I pray which I do everyday that is a part of it " Kissi dushman ki beti ko bhi bure din mut dikhana mere Rab"

I really feel that deeply in my heart.

I know time has changed and we have to change and cope with and as parents we can try as much as we can .Yes we can teach and instill the qualities and quantities of values but they are birds and they have to estimate their own flight, time, height, place, color of the flight, size of the flight, and above all CAPTAIN or FLIGHT ATTENDANT of the flight.😆 but the point is we can do what we can.That's all.We can't cage them no way .I am not that CONSERVATIVE.

Yes I keep them busy school, Karate, swimming, teaching small kids, and they earn rewards in return for following certain rules and as they are boys its always Video games.Older is almost 18 ready for college so forget the rules he is giving me RULES😆and all these days but glad as some my rules are coming back on me.

Originally posted by: supriya.arshi

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m really jealous of the girls who went nd met him!!!!! lucky them 😔...but they were kind to share all the details...Barun is just an amazing human 😊

we are all watching the same show, and we all love it dearly. we are bound to have different points of view on certain things. both because we read suggested things differently and because our own way of perceiving and engaging with the world may not always be uniform. as far as i am concerned all of us are right in our own way. and i respect your opinion even if it is diametrically opposite to mine. 🤗

Originally posted by: samin6

Episode 80-81

Do we choose whom we love? Do we love for a reason? I think sometimes but most of the times we just do. Why do I love her and a reason- I just do conclusion. When they say something it strengthens it and when they do something they question why.

Anjali : She was really hurt when Arnav was not even paying attention and hurting La even when Arnav refused to marry La, refused to change his mentality, got angry when shown concern and was thinking- Why does she love him? Then the same night he breaks down hugging her. He starts crying and she gets her answer. She loved chote not because he is her younger brother but because to him she was both parents. She could tolerate anything and would anything to stop him from breakdown. She understood that the talk of marriage so close to her parents Barsi has broken him down. And she understood she loved chote, who by relation was her brother but in all other aspects was her son, whom she loved a lot, whom she loved blindly, and would tolerate all his attitude because after all love is blind and stupid, and Anjali knew only the blind love, not by choice, but because she had to for the sake of happiness of her chote. Because in her son she had given the basis of all her happiness. I never envisioned a sister who could be sweet and the same time intelligent for her brother.

Arnav : When Khushi made a fool of her by pretending to be sick, when Khushi tried hard to evade him, when Khushi gave her a lecture about marriage and her very low opinion about him- He was thinking why on earth was he falling for her? When she came to give her condolences about his mother stating that he looked like her mother, when she taunted about him and puja on the day of his parents death anniversary- he positively hated loving her. In his opinion everything bad happens because of Khushi. Then he saw her when she was lightening the candle and decided there was nothing special, and then had to look back and knew she was special to him. He then kept on looking and got his answer he just loved her. The next day when he was in the mandir and could feel her there- saw her back there, he was hating loving her but still did because his shatir dimag told him to stop trying to find a reason. It told him those moments he spent with her made him forget the pain in his past and that was enough reason for him to love her and continue loving her and tolerate her

Khushi : When Arnav was reminding her of her her status in the house, when he pulled her close , when he hurt her, when La touched the tender bruise- Khushi was hating herself and wanted to hate him. Then when he drew her close to him- she could not push him away, when he willed her to look back at him she just had to. She was asking herself- why do I love him so? She was telling herself why- when he took La with him after all he was the person La loved and she was not going to compete for him. Then in he Mandir she was feeling him strongly around her and had to look back to see him. She had a feeling that he was the utter selfish person who would want all the mannat only for himself. Then She saw he wanted all pigeons for the health of a little girl's dad and finding a small reason not to hate him. She saw how hurt he was when speaking of his parents death and she understood. She loved him and could not leave him because in his view- she belonged to him. She loved him more then herself because he loved her more then himself, she was the only person in the world for him to whom he could tell what he could not tell anyone. She was the only person he could tell- that everyone says they understand what he was going through and no one understands. She was the only one whom he really wanted to understand what he was going though living in a house where his parents are not coming back. She loved him because he needed her and Khushi thought of others before herself always.

We do not really choose whom we fall in love with-- do we?

@Durga,Chalov, Indi, Ami, and ARSHI- Thanks for loving my post and beautiful comments
@ Wiwy and Katelyn hope you are feeling much better. And good that you want daughter. Daughters are just adorable. I have one and know as a mother- our daughter's are just our dolls., you cuddle them, you buy pretty clothes for them, dress them up, share everything with them.
@ Sohara your VM has made me cry for three whole days and I was crying each time watching it- Allah knows why- whenever I saw the Akhe to ken rehi hain mujhe tumse pyaar hain.
@ Indi I actually am with ARSHI and Durga in regarding Arnav and la not having a physical relationship, because they made the entire Sheetal track to show and clarify that to us as subtly as possible. Also they never showed that he actually had a physical relationship with even La. Also in real world, people tend to hide their relationships but when it does come to light they are usually honest and seriously no parent ever asks the depth of a relationship from their children the same goes for siblings.
@ Everyone- I know we are in modern times, and physical relationship taken lightly can lead to so many diseases that I would advise that for the sake of your own children's health advice against it. It can lead to blindness, cancer, infertility, mental imbalance and a entire host of diseases. I think I am a mother and I have only one daughter and I know I shall probably never have another child. So to me above society my child's health is more imp. So why not stop her from an action which will destroy her health and cause her to suffer for the rest of her life. We boil the water thinking of food poisoning of our child, we ask them to wear their jackets and hat in winter not to catch cold, we look after them when they are sick, we look after their homework so that they do get good grades and pray to Allah for their health. So why not ask them something to do for their own sake not for me, the reason is we love them and do not want them to suffer. Prevention is better then cure. What do we ask our children- to wash their hands before they eat- so that they do not get sick, and that to for a sickness which has a good medication available. Why not ask them not to get into a practice which will get them into a disease for which no treatment is available to cure for most and I am not only speaking of AIDS.

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 81

fluttering wings. feathers and their interaction with the air and sky creating another layer of sound. their motion stirring sensation. on the very first day we met our protagonist they were there. the pigeons. startling him out of his reverie. as his memories echoed and careened through him, they came out of nowhere in a sudden burst and flew around free, they had never known a cage. but some people had. and the wings called them to rebel perhaps, regain their freedom.

today again. one of the most difficult days of his life and there they were. when khushi walked into the temple with her parents, i couldn't help but remember the pigeons from the first episode, and later in khushi's balcony and dm's temple in lucknow. they seemed to bestow a stroke of something, like the creators wanted to add more meaning to the telling today. and not all of it could be neatly scripted into dialogues, camera movements, music, even acting cues. something unchained, unrehearsed, spontaneous was needed.


expert stacking of stories one on another. khushi is here, praying for her father. asr is here to take the priest to the death anniversary prayers of his parents. his memories are here, how can they not be, that's where he keeps his maa safe, somewhere in that scream. and a little girl is here, worrying for her papa's health, with a broken piggy bank that refuses to yield enough to buy a pigeon.

the pigeon that will carry her wishes far and high and make it come true. all here with there parents in and around them. children, somewhere all three. and perhaps it is when you are a child and see with a child's eyes you get to see the truth.

perception is reality. famous rolling stones magazines ad line. not all ads lie. this one is 16 annas true. with her mind happy and engaged with her parents and prayer, not prejudice, she interprets what she sees perfectly. and is flabbergasted by a realisation. people are not always what they seem to be.

"jiji... par woh waisa hai hi nahin... usska asli roop toh kuch aur hi hai." jiji, he isn't like that at all, in reality he is absolutely different. people should be the way they look, but why aren't they? "insaan achcha ya bura ye kaise samjha jaaye?" how will one understand whether a person is good or bad?


a.vi.a.tors.

he stops in his tracks. takes off glasses. a little girl sits on a bench crying. "panditji aap chaliye, mein aata hoon." go ahead, panditji, i'm coming. his heart is open today, he is all and only his mother's son at this moment. and he can't walk away leaving a little child crying alone. maybe he had been that child once.

he is a bit awkward, not so comfortable around kids. a very not prepared, "ky... kya hua?" almost brusque. wh... what's the matter?

he looks around, then tentatively, "tumhare mummy papa kahan hain?" where are your parents?

on a sob, a forlorn little voice says, "papa hospital mein hai... mummy ro rahi hai." papa is in hospital, mummy is crying.

a child distressed and worried for both her parents. her tears are streaming. he grabs his handkerchief, passes it to her. she blows her nose straight into it. and the grossed out asr face from 75 here again. khushi blowing her nose vigorously into her dupatta, bet he recalls that scene. shades of khushi in the child, and shades of asr in her cry for her parents, her yearning to make it all ok for them. she returns the hanky. trepidation. nausea. but. he is a brave man. he takes it gingerly. in the midst of sadness and turmoil, moments of elevating lightness, an ipk trademark as it were.


the jo chaho mil jata kabootar tale comes forth. kabootar? pigeons fulfill wishes? "par mere paas toh sirf das rupaye hai." but i have only ten rupees, she says, the baby talk not yet completely erased from the voice. still trusting, still innocent, still not adult and guarded.

a memory of a time of not having floats in with the music. of terrible days, sadness, loss, no amount of kabootar flying could take away that spectre, but in it is an identifying with a child's sense of helplessness, and all the intensity of an innocent's love. next to her, her piggy bank, broken; her treasure, all of it is there for her father's well being. but the money is just not enough. again khushi comes to mind and her changing world, where the gullak is no longer enough to buy all she wants, the growing pains of life. when all you have is not enough, how terrible is that feeling then?

khushi is also praying for her dad. she would break every piggy bank for him and more. she remembers something and tells her parents she'll be back in no time. the pigeons call her, or maybe they bring her a message from someone.

today, he pays for the little girl's father's health, no, for her belief that this will make her dad ok. and to take away those tears, if he can, that would be priceless. it's his parents' barsi, how can he bear to see anyone suffering about their parents today of all days. alas, khushi will not get her pigeon. but she will get to see something she'll treasure long. even in her darkest hour it will surely bring her hope. and when her babuji is in hospital, this man will come and pay, not for pigeons, but for all that is needed to make her babuji fine. oh the coming together of time and strands of story of this episode is rare. there's reference and echo everywhere.

just now a man came and got all the birds, says the pigeon seller.
"kya? itni saari mannate sirf ek aadmi ke liye? bada laalchi insaan hoga jo sab kuch sirf apne liye hi mangta hai." what? khushi is upset, so many wishes for just one man, must be a really greedy guy, who asks for everything for himself. kkg's ability to jump to conclusions is something else, and usually has me rofling. really painful when tears are on standby.

and if there's one flaw this man doesn't have, it is this: he actually never asks anything for himself. almost never. works hard, takes care of the whole family financially, and emotionally too, completely depended on by all, never grudges this. a bit grouchy, not too sweet, not at all chatty, but lalchi? uh huh. doesn't even expect anyone to stay up and heat his food when he comes home late at night and has dinner.

beautiful shots as pigeons flap their wings and fly off...


she is delighted to see the kid jumping in glee, chalo at least this little one got pigeons for her mannat, wonder what she asked for.

"uncle. uncle." and he turns... it's him.


she's shocked.

she blinks. maybe just a teeny bit of the blink is for the gorgeousness that is being revealed.

"yeh sab mere papa ke liye hai?" all this is for my father?

"haanh, beta." yes, little one. how tender now, maybe in the release of the birds a few moments of freedom within him. a wish of his being carried unknown to him perhaps by one of those skyward birds?

khushi watches, jaw dropping, and a sense of wonder comes calling. this is asr. arnav singh raizada aka rakshas, laad governor...

"aur aapke mummy papa ke liye?" and for your parents? this time, really the music was not required. his eyes were enough to tell the entire story. he struggles with his tears, and swallows hard. and then the sweetest shake of his head. not there.


the touch of a child on his tears. how she appeared from nowhere to again disappear from his life. was she sent here by his mother's wish, her blessing, to bring solace to her son on a day she knows he suffers? do those who leave us still look out for us?


"aap ba'ut acchhe 'ain," you are very nice, says the little one, like eliza dolittle dropping "h"s everywhere.

so this is rakshas.

"ab mere papa teek o jaayenge na?" nod, yes. a beckon by "come here" chubby finger, and a kiss on the cheek... he's a tad shocked. he smiles and reaches out, a little unsure, to touch her head. in blessing? in thanks?


reminded me of that day in the hospital with khushi. as she cried, he could not stop himself, he reached out and touch her head, to console, to assure, to say, i am here i'll take care of you. almost like a parent... an instinct from that part of us called rachem or compassion/mercy which comes from the word for womb. he was as gentle as a mother almost right now, with this little kid who had blown snot into his pristine white kerchief.

softly, "ab aap ghar jao," now go home and don't sit here and cry, and don't leave your home alone.

"... jao." go.

and as khushi watches him nonplussed, feelings whirling in her, camera pulls focus, i see him looking up at the sky, for an instant a plea in his eyes, a call. does he too search for his mother up there? this was for me the few seconds that made the episode. a whole story in it, and a coming closer of two people meant for each other. he doesn't know she's there, yet somewhere he does, look how the birds flutter their wings, their sounds carry messages, everywhere.


then the shades are on. a last long look at the sky and he leaves.

back at home the feelings that had found a little peace in the temple, were edged out by his grief, his churned scattered killing thoughts, in the midst of that, she came and said, she understood. he had no idea that she did. he thought this was yet again another sympathiser with no experience of such pain. and as is now become a habit, he took out all his pent up anger, frustration, everything on her. scathing words rejected her genuine heartfelt words, he shattered her with anger and insults, ending on the customary "get out." a little girl of eight who had felt almost all that he had, struggled with the brutality, a woman of 18 held her hand and turned away, walking away from a man that remained unfathomable. was this the angel in the mandir just now?

parents came and stayed lingering across the entire episode today. a protective father, a beloved mother, children with the touch of a mother, adults becoming kids before their parents. even rabba ve wrapped around a father and a mother. the notes trilled and connected a man who sensed her the moment he walked into the temple, her, and her amma babuji.





aapki aankhe bilkul aapki amma ki tarah hai.
your eyes are just like your mother's.

yahan se jao please.
go from here, please.

hum samajh sakte hain ki... iss waqt aapko kaisa lag raha hai.
i can understand what you're going through right now.

kaisa lagta hai jab apne haathon se apne ma ko agni dete hain...
how it feel when you light your own mother's pyre with your own hands...
kaisa lagta hai jab apne ma baap ko jalakar ghar aate hain?
how it feels when you return home after burning your mother amnd father
kaisa lagta hai jab uss ghar mein phir se kadam rakhte hain jahan woh wapas kabhi nahin aayenge...
how it feels when to set foot in the house where they shall never return again

everyone says they understand what you feel,
lekin koi kuch nahin samajhta!
but no one understands anything!

Loved the lined underlined Indi. And just liked the line in bold and pink.

Cynthia,s MOM is in rest lying down right next to her husband since yesterday.Cynthia asked me to put it here

@Blasters

Originally posted by: ArshiHamesha

@Blasters

I apologize again I am taking my time to regain my strength.I'll be back.Just pray for me.

Thnx

Arshi

Originally posted by: ArshiHamesha

Cynthia,s MOM is in rest lying down right next to her husband since yesterday.Cynthia asked me to put it here

Thanks Arshi for posting this for me since I am computer illiterate! Girls, I just wanted to thank you for all your love and support during this time. That's my mom, Marie and me! This is been the most difficult time of my life, losing both parents but having her finally at rest with my Dad eases my heart. I hope to regain my strength and happy heart now to write again. IPK is very important to me and eases my pain. You all are very special and I have missed you so much.

Arshi, keep the faith. I am with you. Your presence with Sigrid at my mother's service was beyond mere words. I am with you at this time too. We both need to take time to appreciate our loved ones for what they meant to us and keep them always in our hearts and now to live for them!~

xo Cynthia