Blast from the Past Thread #9, pg 105, ep 108 - Page 61

Originally posted by: Horizon

Durga, thanks for the appreciation to my attempt. Actually, unless Wiwy has a scene on mind as an answer, not just to this one but any riddle, there can be many symbolic interpretations. Even the tofee one you gave could be right too. I enjoy playing this game more than the actual result. Lets see what our riddle master has in store for us.

Oh, yes the song you suggested for my attempt 2 seems more apt.. thanks ..:)

Oh yeah.. I was one those typical bookworms during those days (at max talking only about prehistoric songs) not interested much in other college affairs. So was called Yogini by some of my close pals. All that changed for good now, most of the shreya, atleast when it comes to public blogs, goes to IPK..😆

Originally posted by: indi52

gandi bachhi 😆

i have just accepted i am besharam on another thread, and scandalous on yet another. this is thanks to what an apple eater has done to my keyboard. gah, it feels good to be real... great answers, horizon. drive yes yes drive. anything for it, i mean the one he rushes out for when he is mad at the world, everyone, i am so achhi bacchi. 😳

the second one is kinda cool. i know supriya will love it, she is in deep angst over loss of yet another love story, that of shiva. 😳

Originally posted by: wiwy

The convo on Khushi's all baring mehendi outfit got me thinking. Arnav had no objection to her non-existent choli but could not see her dori open. so he called her aside and tied it for her. It was as if the untied dori was immodest, not the outfit as a whole. On normal days the way Khushi hung her dupatta round her neck hardly served the purpose of covering her chest. Though that is what the purpose of wearing a dupatta is supposed to be. Contradiction in portrayl of character? Cinematic licence?

In the real India too,I think, the dupatta is more a symbol of modesty, than modesty itself. It might or might not cover the female body. There is no doubt that in urban areas it is merely a fashion accessory. But even in rural areas, it is much the same, just a symbol of the feminine. In the villages of Rajasthan, women cover their head with veils upto their chin, but their chest is not covered by dupatta, and therefore exposed. In Punjab too the stress is more on covering the head than the torso. In rural Bengal women wear saris minus the blouses.Most tribal women in India do the same, leaving their shoulders bare. The saris of women labourers are short exposing their legs. Makes you wonder. What is modesty really?

Originally posted by: indi52

in my head the whole day, this shot. had to play with it. couldn't think of anything to say, the visual seems to say all it has to.

Originally posted by: chalhov

nice analysis took me back to my teen days when people used to watch us saying what all you wear .It was pants and salwars/chudidars and I am talking about when we used to visit our maternal and paternal grandparents villages and we brought up in north and they in south and they used to wear half sarees and we used to say we are fully covered and you are showing so much of your midriff back😆 you cant see ours and always used to wonder why woman cover their heads with pallu in villages and leave the rest uncovered though true their blouses are all small size kurtis😉

Originally posted by: chalhov

nice analysis took me back to my teen days when people used to watch us saying what all you wear .It was pants and salwars/chudidars and I am talking about when we used to visit our maternal and paternal grandparents villages and we brought up in north and they in south and they used to wear half sarees and we used to say we are fully covered and you are showing so much of your midriff back😆 you cant see ours and always used to wonder why woman cover their heads with pallu in villages and leave the rest uncovered though true their blouses are all small size kurtis😉

Originally posted by: indi52

honeymoon trail
episodes 96/97/98

na tumhari baat sunni hai aur na tumhari shakal dekhni hai... i don't care ki tum kahan jaati ho, kya karti ho... i don't give a damn.

not that he'd lied. in that rush of anger, he really thought he meant it. he didn't want to see her face, nor talk to her, he didn't care where she went, what she did, he didn't give a damn. the mood was very rhett butler, must say. scarlett had gone too far.

anger. his friend, his foe, his mate. that anger was needed if a little boy whose mother was torn from him suddenly and terribly, whose world was scattered like a string of pearls, snapped; the pearls falling and crashing, their sound sharp, repetitive, on the hard floor echoing... if that little boy were to survive this calamity, he needed to find something within him. the boy found his rage and made it his own.

and today, a young woman who intrigued him with her strange ways, who stayed in his head long after she'd left, who came up with the most bizarre plans to get him to do what he didn't want, and try as he might he couldn't get her out of his life, today, she had driven him straight round the bend on a road which he thought would be serene and uneventful.

"thodi hi der mein sochogi, ki kaash tumne mujhe jaane diya hota..." in a short while you'll wish you'd let me go, he promised. khushi's pranks had not only completely thrown his nainital plans into disarray, now, to ensure that he doesn't stalk off without eating, without a car, in a foul mood and brooding, khushi had done a super filmi thing. "nahiiin!" she'd practically declaimed, gathered the crowds around and said, he can't leave her like that, it's not even been two hours and 24 minutes (er, khushi... natural born melodrama script specialist, that's what you are) that the two had eloped and got married... and all because the food was too hot, he was leaving? not her fault... auntyji was to blame. poor auntyji looked ashamed for causing such trouble. uncleji gathered large turbaned men to bar the man from leaving, editors made a nice chutney of the scene showing different sets of large men from different camera angles, but none the less, what khushi had set out to do was achieved. Indi, never look beyond the two, bloopers galore for you to construe. 😉

asr's adios plans were foiled. leaving a tawny eyed creature in orange red anger.

he'd watched the theatrics nonplussed. this is not a man who likes such campy things, most of all he will not tolerate someone trying to get the better of him. and there's khushi, raising eyebrows, smiling as if to say, "got ya." oh this is intolerable.

i must say, i understood his ire perfectly. and as the bhangra proceeded and the midway fun of that highly unsubtle nature that seems to be dhaba fare got going, i was glad to see a nasty expression enter his eyes, and a mean lopsided smile take shape. he had another idea and this one would not please drama queen. the king of gussa meant to win this round.

"aur agar shaadi aaj hui hai, toh suhaag raat bhi aaj hi hogi na?" so if the marriage took place today, the suhaag raat must also happen tonight, right? khushi had not remembered how shatir the hungry angry young man could be. what?!!! wedding night? auntyjiii unclejiii...

his "chale?" was a bit different from the tender one just a while back when her dupatta had fallen and he'd shown how keenly he understood her needs and respected them. he slung her on his shoulder with one easy tug, caveman style, and took her, protesting screaming kicking, to the "honemoon suite." 1st SR with 1st Bridal dress.

there in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere, he let his anger take over... "shhh!" he spat out. peremptory. at the end of tether.

you started the drama, i'll end it. today you've crossed all limits... before i wake up tomorrow morning, disappear from here. i don't give a damn. and he left her alone in the room and walked off to get some sleep in a comfortable bed.

she sat there petrified, the lights went out, she was frozen in terror. in a second the mood had been expertly changed from fun and light to dark and tense.

"devi maiyya raksha karna..." thoughts of the night at the guest house in my mind. the hours ticked by, she sat alone in fear.

he wakes up, the day registers. first name on his lips... "khushi" enquiring, then getting worried.. "khushi?!!" memory comes, and an expletive... oh shit. in an instant, he's up, the quilt flung off, quickness in every move. urgency.

where is she.

"aaj bhi hume tez gadi se darr lagta hai... hume andhere mein jaane se dar lagta hai," she's scared of speeding cars and the dark even now, he is horrified as he recalls.

this was the thing about his anger. when it came it blinded him to everything completely. perhaps taking his mind to the state it was in on a day from hell. everything went blank, all he knew was to hit out against everything. go away... go away... take this terrible reality away possibly was trapped in silent screams within him. it blocked out everything.

everybody.

even khushi.

but when he calmed down, the enormity of his actions swamped him, making him feel terrible, guilty, just downright bad. i don't know why i am like this he will say to la soon, he does this without thinking or knowing... "anjaane me"... but when he realises what he's done he is just so ashamed of his actions.

he found her. he also realised she'd been alone through the night, without light or fan, sitting... and as if that weren't enough, she had high fever.

all because he was angry. "dammit" under the breath.

and the cave man turned into the gentlest being on earth as he lifted her and carried her to a comfortable place, lay her down tenderly and soothed her fever away.

"khushi, khushi," how can a monster sound so sweet.

"amma... babuji..." khushi needs her own, her care givers, delirious she seems to be. his eyes darken, sadness at his own behaviour and worry about her in them.

"khushi, uthkar doodh pilo... phir dawai khani hai..." khushi, get up and drink your milk, you have to have your medicine after that...

a pair of most caring arms lifted khushi up by the shoulders and brought her close toward his heart, looked as though he just wanted to gather her up and embrace her, enfold her with his arms, like the most precious thing life had given him. maybe the director had slowed down motion, maybe the cinematographer had got the perfect magnification and angle, perhaps the lighting was perfect, but could just that have created that sense of drawing into oneself in the scene? or was it the phenomenal understanding of a moment in a characters's life that somehow barun and sanaya seemed to have.

rabba vey and a gust of wind, rustling by, as he lifts her up, a scene i'll remember long.

shashi gupta knows the truth.

he could get angry, he could walk away, he could shout and ignore, but he could not ever not love his drama queen. she could call him names, she could fight, she could even hate him, but she could never not love her gussa boy.

97

sunlight streams in through the window. he sits by her and tends to her, bathing her fevered brow, watching over her...

he begins to move his hand away and she turns her face, resting a soft childlike cheek against his hand, nestling in trustingly. in the silence of his heart there's a truth, when no one's watching, he won;'t push it away. his heart moves before his head can. she snuggles more against his palm, he slides down from the bed, to keep her comfortable, leave his hand where she wants it. And this is the first time, isn't it, where in her sleep she is most at peace resting her face in his palm.

he remembers how she'd fed him the previous day. all attention and immense care.

he remembers the threat, get out before i get up tomorrow morning.

i'm sorry khushi, i'm so sorry, the words fill the air, so still all around. not a trace of anger or worldliness in him now. just a boy, a girl, and a real feeling. what else is a honeymoon. Lovely.

he reaches to gently ease his hand out and remembers a tear, rolling down from her eyes. his arms around lavanya, a tear sliding down khushi's cheek, the cheek resting so peacefully in his palm right now. why did she cry?

why do i feel at this moment, he knew, he knew exactly what was going on, within both of them.

she's better, they are leaving their "suite," a gentle air about him, concerned,
"khushi?... tum... theek toh ho na?" khushi, you're ok, aren't you?

"hum dilli wapas apne aap chale jaayenge..." i'll get back to delhi on my own, she offers, obvuiously still hurt by his ruthless anger. he's about to tell her not to be like that, he couldn't leave her... or so his body language indicates.

and the jeep with wild people arrives.

asr and khushi confront the goondas. babuji confronts shyam.

right versus wrong... pure versus evil.

a fascinatingly well constructed segment of intercutting between the two scenarios. as shyam takes on his most virulent form, dhaiya ho begins to play. his music from day one. which clearly means, that day when he met khushi as protector, even then he was not. he was always something cringingly dark, convulated, and coiled. some day we'll construct the perfect story for him.

at the dhaba, as asr's anger is triggered by a man pushing khushi, his music holds sway.

both men are willing to kill someone... for khushi. but only one of them loves her. yet he leaves her alone in darkness without a covering the whole night. it's complicated... maybe because iit's real?

"haan mar daloonga, isski himmat kaisi hui tumhe haath ..." yes, i'll kill this man, how dare he touch you... you are mine asserts his heart, his gut, mine, and i will always be yours, holding you loving you, making sure no one hurts you... mine... do you hear me? and don't you forget that, dammit. but his head can't hear at the moment. too much anger. his friend. his foe. his mate.

he's beating a man relentlessly, kicking, pummeling, hurling, hitting his head against the floor... a hand on his shoulder, and he returns to reality.

98

blood on knuckle, a shaken man at the wheel. he has nothing to say to her. silent. he remembers her voice rising, "aap ko ho kya gaya?" what's happened to you.

he has no answer, just questions plague him, "kya ho gaya tha mujhe? why did i react like that?" what happened to me what happened to me what happened... his mind buzzes. te answer his heart and gut knew, his mind, his dimaag had not yet heard. his anger was protecting his heart, reflex action. his buddy, his temper. no nothing must hurt his fragile heart again, not if his gussa has anything to do with it.

tense silence. khushi chirps in, "dilli aa gayi..."

not a word.

finally she can't take it, she has never seen him like this. all through, despite all her nautanki, it's all been about her wanting to bring good things to him really. a little pyaar time with la, when that failed, a little pakoda to calm him, he won't have it... then some food at the dhaba, something nourishing, he hasn't eaten the whole day and he fainted in the morning. but he wouldn't listen. then the nahiiin natak, so that he wouldn't be stuck alone on the highway, minus car, awfully hungry. always about him. her laad governor whom she even in the third person calls, "aap" with a strange kind of respect, and yells at as though she has every right to, she has no idea why her eye wells up with a tear when he holds another, or why her expression turns to melancholy when someone else speaks of marrying him... all she knows is that she is worried about him, this anger, this out of control fury is no good for him. and if it's not good for him, she can't bear it... it's not good for her. Khushi, lady, you are in love.

"dekhiye aap kuch toh boliye... hum jaante hain ki humne aapko bahut pareshaan kiya, lekin aap kuchh bol nahin rahe hain toh hume kuchh ajeeb sa lag raha hai... (ajeeb, again that word, it is the defining word for the nature of their love story, along with hamesha and vishwaas and dammit maybe?) waise toh aap hamesha hume daant-te hain, chillate hain, hume apni aukat ki yaad dilate hain...waise kariye na. iss tarah aap ko chup baith-te hue humne kabhi dekha nahin hain..."

look, please say something... i know i have driven you crazy, but you're not talking and that feels so strange... otherwise you scold me, shout, (and then remembering, she adds with enthusiasm), remind me of my status... why don't you do all that. i've never seen you sit quietly like this...

"aap kuch toh boliye na... hume daant lo... daant lo ap..." say something... just scold me...

"just shut up," cold silver ice in his voice.

"shut up? devi maiya ki jai ho," she's relieved, delighted to be insulted, at least he spoke. he hasn't spoken in three hours... she makes the mistake of reminding him of what he did, prattles away, if he could do this to a guy because he pushed her, what would he do if the guy dared hit her...

"get out." the words shot out like a bullet.

he didn't want to be reminded of his loss of control. why was he behaving like this, what was the matter with him? arnav singh raizada has never felt this sensation before. it feels alien, scary, threatening to him.

"kyun ab humne kya kiya?" what did i do now? she has been here before, she is flummoxed but not unduly shocked... till his second, through gritted teeth, expanded, emphatic:

"get... out."

she is hurt, terribly, again. he slaps money into her hand, brusquely helps her take off her seat belt. classic that struggle of hers with the belt, all her agony in that jerky unfocussed movement, even shyam letting her down never hurt her perhaps as much as this man's blow hot blow cold. she leaves.

when he enters home, restless, seething, confused, grazing anger within, the screenplay uses a cute, wacky foil to contrast with his state of mind and throw it into relief. op. all gleaming smiley face asking for chhotey saab's attention, getting entangled with him like a playful kitten (perfect man for khushi to play ankh micholi with when she gets bored being rich at the raizada home). 🤣 Alas, this guy disappeared by that time. he tells op to get off his back and enters his den. a question searing.

"kal tak main usse pareshan tha toh phir aaj kya ho gaya hai mujhe?" till yesterday i was irritated with her, then what happened to me today?

even when you were "pareshaan" you averted your gaze to hand her her dupatta, turned away to give her privacy. even when you were angry, you carried her to a room and left her in a safe place, not in the jungle. when you realised your folly, you rushed to find her, mortified at the state you discovered her in, when her cheek rested on your palm you only felt the flow of tenderness within, not a single instinct to draw away, when you gathered her up you were caring toward a girl who had driven you batty through a harrowing journey... and then when a man touched her, you lost it. yet you haven't a clue what's happening to you.

as you didn't all those times you couldn't stop thinking of her... after bersarai and the sindoor incident, the day you ran like a maniac to find her in a crumbling edifice, the sunday afternoon you thought she wasn't coming back and ached, the endless times you repeated to yourself she's going away to lucknow for humesha and couldn't think of anything else. you put up with her mad plans, get angry but can't get rid of her from your mind, you can't bear to see a tear in her eyes, i could go on.

yet you don't know what's happening to you. i guess the drive from faraq nahin padta to faraq padta is an arduous one, sometimes in the middle of it is a honeymoon suite.

96/97/98

and along this difficult route, another milestone has been covered, shashi gupta is the only one who knows the terrible danger approaching his chhutki, and ever since that single shot on a car window that speaks of knowledge on one hand and the eternal denial of truth on the other, shyam knows what he has to do if he is to get khushi. and that has led him to turn into a killer, even worse. khushi's father is in hospital fighting for his life. a killer lurks undetected among the din and cry of emotion, coiled, convulsing, uncouth, just by the side if the ditch.

Originally posted by: Horizon

Indi, Beautiful description of the opening scene. Reading some of the engrossing commentaries, some times I feel, all of you, the amazing writers, have contributed to immortalize this couple, as much as the CVs and the supremely talented Sarun did! Some of these descriptions are etched in my head as deeply as the original scenes themselves.

Coming to Khushi's Mehendi dress, although the realistic reason for that was the TRPs, I guess Cvs perhaps wanted to showcase how much Khushi imbibed some sophistication to match up to ASR's as unfortunately they showed even him not hesitating to do a Salman act for her (I am yet to watch that scene!). So probably it is Cvs way to show how much these two changed themselves for the sake of other although it wouldn't make much sense as both of them seemed to love each other just as they are! Didn't he say as early as just before their store room tiff, while on phone with Lavanya but implying Khushi "Thum jaisi ho waise theek ho". I know I am self contradicting, but trying to come up with a rationale as Khuhsi's latter dress was much hard for me to accept too.

Probably the ending scene was sweet too with that typical spousal interaction, with she showering the concern and he challenging her. I always wonder at how much we the desis enjoy when spousal authority was shown by people not in any formal relationship...another cliched sequence made eternal by these two!

Originally posted by: cinthiann1758

Episode 102

Dreams

A young girl dreams of being a bride. She used to dress up in her mother's drape. She thought that when she fell in love the stars in the sky would sparkle more brightly. She would see him everywhere and flowers would shower when he appears. Her veil would be filled with stars and there would always be happiness and laughter all around. But she doesn't want her dream to come true like this, under these circumstances. She doesn't feel like that at all and she never felt like that about Shyam.

Payal says to Kushi, "you and your dreams." She knows Kushi doesn't feel about Shyam in that way but where will she find such a fool to indulge her foolish dreams. Will Shyam do that for her? Is there anyone you know who will do that for you? Kushi is in thought, Rabba Ve is playing in the background. Yes, there is someone who moves her but he is her demon.

She lies down and in her mind's eye she sees him as he is pounding the pulp out of the goon in Naintal. She pictures him comforting her at the hospital, reaching out and placing his hand on her head. Simultaneously, ASR is also laying in his bed thinking about her running to him at the hospital and hugging him, crying her heart out, revealing all her thoughts. He sees her walking away from him and them sharing that brief moment of eye contact after he paid the bill. He closes his eyes, he must get some sleep and just maybe in his slumber he will finally stop thinking about her. Keep dreaming ASR because that won't ever happen! Nicely written.

Mami has dreams of her own. She is interrupting Akash as he is reading the paper showing him pictures of some "Dreamgirls" for marriage. He says, "Ma, please!" Mami wants to know why he is ignoring her. She continues to show him pictures and he says he has told her that he doesn't want to get married atleast to those kinds of girls. Her dreams are certainly not his dreams.

At the GH Kushi is getting ready for work and Buaji doesn't understand why she is going since her father is ill. That is exactly why she is going she needs to make money for his treatment and medicines. Payal is to take care of Babuji and she hands Kushi his cellular phone and tells her to come back soon.

Anjali tells Akash she knows what kind of girl he wants to marry. He says he doesn't want a Miss Society type of girl but one who is good and straight forward, who takes care of everyone, who speaks nicely, and is just wonderful. A simple girl of his dreams and her name is Payal. Anjali is so excited and tells him no one else then has the right to his heart since he has already decided. He asks if he should tell her and she excitedly replies YES!

Kushi comes to the door and enters the RM. Everyone is in the midst of cleaning for Diwali. Achoo! Both Kushi and ASR sneeze. She sees someone sitting on the couch from behind and asks him why he is not working. Doesn't he know who he is working for and if he sees him slouching on the job he will get his. She says he can sense a lazy person in a minute. He gets up and turns around, pulls down the scarf wrapped around his face and asks her, "Did you say something?" Not in her dreams will she answer him, she runs away.

Anjali sees Kushi running away from him and asks him what did he say to her now? She is so happy he is there running the cleaning. He sneezes again. Funny for such a strong, angry young man he has a lot of physical ailments and weaknesses, diabetes and allergies- strange. (Arshi you can figure that out for me, okay?)

She is still running away from him, I think maybe she is feeling strange about what happened between them at the hospital. She turns and come face to eyes with him (he is still got the hanky over his face). They are just staring at each other, she looks away, obviously uncomfortable. She wouldn't dream of talking with him right now. Thank God the phone rings and it is Buaji reminding her of the festival and to bring home sweets, lamps and silver, (oh but what can they do since they can't afford silver)? She turns their eyes meet, he walks over, she is still on the phone, and he comes in front of her and asks how her father is through the hanky. She asks what? He pulls the hanky down and asks how her father is. She says in a quiet voice he is fine, he is at home. For the two of them this seems like a poignant moment, one of caring for the other with concern. It was sweet. He leaves and Buaji calls Kushi Sanka Devi and hangs up. He turns and looks at her again and she hangs up the phone and meets his eyes. There is a bit of awkwardness, like teenage courtship when I was growing up, a little embarrassed, but you care and want to talk to each other but just can't because you are tongue tied. She turns and walks away.

At the GH Payal is preparing the curry and Akash is standing outside her window and they both see each other. For a moment you can see some excitement in Payal's eyes but then she remembers Mami's words and she turns away. Akash is upset.

Back at the RM Lavanya brings the "chicken curry" (its chikankaari - a type of embroidery) embroidered pillow that Payal helped her with; Anjali grabs it saying it matches the dcor in Akash's room. How sweet! Kushi takes a newspaper out of her bag looking for an advertisement. She walks with the paper in her hands and knocks over a vase breaking it. He comes over looking at the broken vase. Anjali comes and asks what happened to the vase. Isn't it your favorite vase, Chote, she asks him. Kushi is saddened and she is about to confess when he says he broke it. She looks at him and him at her and he says it wasn't so good. So you broke it? Anjali asks. He sighs and tells Om Prakash to clean it up. She must be in a dream what is he doing?

OM prakash is going to the jewelry store and Anjali wants to kniow if Kushi wants anything. Mami says how can a poor girl celebrate the Festival of Wealth? Dream on. Kushi says she doesn't want anything from the jewelry store but if he has a chance please bring her twenty packets of Miss Chamko detergent. Only Miss Chamko, she hands him the money. ASR hears. Kushi explains to Anjali and Lavanya that in the advertisemwnt you can win a silver coin in the packet of Miss Chamko detergent. Lavanya asks what happens if it's not there. Kushi says then no problem we have detergent for a year. ASR is listening. Kushi can dream! Kushi asks La to come with her she will teach her how to draw a Rangoli. He sits and has a cup of coffee. (WIWY!!!!) 😆

Our next scene shows Mami trying on her wealth, jewelry, and Kushi is opening her packets of detergents. One by one, she puts her hand into the soapy powder looking for a silver coin and everytime her dream is shattered. She prays to the Goddess before each one. The last packet is in front of her. Please let her dream come true! She says she can't open the packet and hands it to Lavanya. La says come on Chamkilli, you can do it. Be brave, open it. Mami sees that the packet is torn ans says another nasty remark to Kushi.Anjali says to Kushi why does she worry she is there for her and she will get her more packets if necessary. Anjali is like her fairy godmother at times. So true. Wants to help out as much as she can. Kushi says "No Anjali if this packet is my fate then so be it." She prays to be saved from disgrace. OH! What happened? They ask did you get your one silver coin? No! Two!

Kushi is so excited and jumping up and down and he is just watching. He thinks about his good deed. He opened the packet when nobody was around and placed the coins in the packet and then told Om Prakash not to say anything. How wonderful to see her jumping for joy with a smile on her face.

How wonderful to watch him making her dream come true!