Blast from the Past Thread #9, pg 105, ep 108 - Page 70

Originally posted by: DurgaS

I went to this stationary store with my daughter, because she wanted to buy something for school. While I was there, I glanced at the magazines and newspapers that were put on display. Among the local magazines, kids books and newspapers I saw, a magazine named People. I wasn't sure if it was THE book, so I went closer and saw BS's pic on the cover. I actually was surprised to find that book in the store. I thought I should tell the shopkeeper how much this book is being discussed and has such an international demand. Anyway, I had decided I wasn't buying the book, as I had already read the interview and the pics were all over the forum.

Half an hour later, sitting at home, holding the People's magazine in my hand, I was wondering why did I have to buy that book! Strange feeling, I was happy and angry at myself at the same time. 😆

Durga, I would feel/ do exactly the way you did. You know a few things we do just out of loyalty, as a form of showing our support to the actors who have given us the characters and a show to cherish a life time! At least that's how I feel.

I would watch these two in ANY form, online, off line, paper back, hard bound... becos they once donned the iconic roles of ASR and Khushi!

👏👏

Originally posted by: ..Anita..

Episode 99

Babuji is still trying to say something then the doctor comes and checks and Shyam is all nervous. The doc says he is paralysed because he had a silent stroke (I am guessing it was due to the sudden loss of oxygen when shyam was messing with the oxygen tank) - haha, i decided it's best not to find out the details of his medical condition, i still don't get how Shyam gave him a heart attack by holding his wrist. glad for the explanation you gave ;)and won't be able to speak. Khushi is sad and crying and goes out and everyone goes out the room as well.

Akash says that shashi is not well to Anjali. Akash and Anjali decide to go and see them in the hospital. Then Mami comes and talks sarcastically about Khushi saying she worked here for money and tells Akash not to go to the hospital.

Khushi is crying walking in the lobby. Shyam pretends to pray in front of DM placing his hand on a diya and burning himself and taking sympathy from Khushi about Babuji' Khushi gets a bandage from nowhere (well they are in a hospital'she might have asked a nurse)- i actually thought it was a hanky but then again didn't watch all that closely. and ties it on the hand and Shyam is looking creepily at her.

Back at the RM, Mami is still talking about Khushi as a low class servant and Anjali says not to talk like that. She tells Akash has changed and is angry about Akash lifting Payal. Anjali tells Nani that she is going to the hospital. Nani comes to shut Mami up' Mami calls her a servant union leader. Nani reminds Mami that she was also low class (you go nani!!!). Arnav comes and asks what happened to mami (why does he appear after something happens to mami'I guess her loud voice ruins his peace) - my man is alway fashionably late don't you know? 😆' Anjali asks Arnav when did he come back because she had no idea he came back. Anjali tells that Khushi's dad has a heart attack and he is not well. Arnav is shocked. He remembers kicking Khushi out of the car. He appears guilty and all concerned (As he should be)

At the hospital, it is shown that everyone is consoling each other and remembering Devi Maiyya, Shyam leaves (I swear he rolled his eyes'.i bet he is thinking they are being over dramatic) Shyam goes out to Mausa ji ,he is talking some things to him now (I had to skip it)- mee too! it was way too much and overacting by Abhas.. he is telling him that he will marry Khushi' shashi is crying and staring angrily and helplessly. Shyam leaves the room and now is walking right in front of Anjali and Akash' they dont see him as usual and he suddenly turns away.. they pass by Shyam with his back turned. They proceed towards the ICU. (what is this Hit and miss number 5)🤣. Shyam mutters that the whole Raizada family will come to the hospital now and says he will come back only when the Raizadas go from here.

Akash gives some food to Payal' Anjali consoles Khushi's mom and says we are meeting for the first time but in this situation. Anjali consoles Khushi too and tries to give them. Buaji is crying and everyone is crying.

She is goes out now thinking about what Anjali said that she has to give her family himmat and sits in the room, asking for strength from DM and Wind Blows And HER ARNAV RADAR 👏 👏Went Off And She lifts her head up only to See Arnav !!!!!!!!!!!!

Arnav and Khushi staring and staring' Khushi gets up and Arnav says Khushi and she walks towards him and runs and cries' and BAM she hugs him'RABBA VEY, with spinning camera action' she says she cannot show Himmat anymore , she already has lost her dad once , cannot lost another one' (when she was saying that'I was in tears') she is completely broken and he lifts his hand to hug her but stops and hesitates'He is holding back from the all his strength' she is still hugging and crying and it ends with RABBA VEY - totally LOVE your description! "and BAM!"😆

Originally posted by: DurgaS

I went to this stationary store with my daughter, because she wanted to buy something for school. While I was there, I glanced at the magazines and newspapers that were put on display. Among the local magazines, kids books and newspapers I saw, a magazine named People. I wasn't sure if it was THE book, so I went closer and saw BS's pic on the cover. I actually was surprised to find that book in the store. I thought I should tell the shopkeeper how much this book is being discussed and has such an international demand. Anyway, I had decided I wasn't buying the book, as I had already read the interview and the pics were all over the forum.

Half an hour later, sitting at home, holding the People's magazine in my hand, I was wondering why did I have to buy that book! Strange feeling, I was happy and angry at myself at the same time. 😆

👏 👏👏 super writing. we discover bits of ourselves we never knew through this little daily soap. some day it will get the place it deserves in the "high" levels of communication arts. but for now, hindi serial only, just an ordinary thing.

^^Horizon, thanks so much for reading and giving lovely comments again :) l'm glad you bring up the pt about him not recalling these feelings after the MU. I also pondered about that while watching the track but after watching these earlier one so closely, i can't even begin to fathom what scorching pain went through his head, the impact it had and of course the anger. when he's angry everything shuts down, and he kept his anger close and alive for a long time after that scene. That one moment on the terrace changed so much for him, its possible he blocked off all these precious moments, too painful for him.

hi everyone,
sleepy, just got back from a long dinner with a friend, had tio check in once before snoozing off. horizon, ami, butted into your chat.

absolutely agree with horizon's thoughts here:

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

"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). 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: sohara

Episode-98

How much they have to bear! How long the poor family will face the brutality of life! How much agony, grief, anguish, trauma will come in the path of a young girl's life, who is just in her teen or may be just crossed her teens.how painful for a child to be orphan in a tender age! - i don't know Sohara, i don't know! 😭, you made me feel so much your first lines

The fear what always frightened Khushi came true today,"hum humari amma-bauji ko dobara khona nehi chati.(I don't want to lose my parents for the second time.)" Why god always puts her in difficulties? She loved a person for the first time in her life, but why he always acrimonious to her, why he belongs to somebody else? A nefarious man came to their life to make their life miserable. Why God let the hyena to mar their life. So when Buaji said in satiation that Shyam is there God, I wished to strangle her right then. But God does - haha poor buaji, I know you're frustrated with her right now but

keep in mind she's also a victim of Shyaam here. her only fault is too gullible. the CVs needed someone like that to move the story alon.

for the good though sometimes the path is full of hurdles and thorns.the sun sure will shine bright in Gupta's tumultuous life , the dark cloud named shyam will remove from their sky and Khushi will get her love what she deserves. it's just a matter of time.

Arnav is terribly perturbed. The unexpected circumstances what happened with the goons, khushi's words, all are reverberating in his mind."he just pushed me. will you kill him. yes i'll kill him. how dare he touched you!." his mind is whirling in turbulence.

His silence is killing Khushi. she can't keep quiet for long, "it's good that the meeting postponed in Nainital." she starts again,"Plz forgive me. It's all my fault. If i wouldn't wear the bridal outfit, nothing would happened.

Arnav is still numb.

They reaches Delhi. khushi gets happy. She resumes to talk, "Plz tell something. I know I troubled you a lot. I'm feeling weird as you are not speaking. You always scolds me, remind me of my status,. Plz do that. I did the mistake twice. But what possibly i could do? That girl stole my cloth." She keeps insisting Arnav to talk,"plz tell something, scold me.

pause: Khushi's dialogue reminded me the scene during the kidnapping track.when Khushi found Arnav in the warehouse, she said almost the same thing. Arnav said "to tumne mujhe dhoondi liya." Khushi answered," bohot din huye apka daat nahi suni.(it's been a while I didn't hear your yell.) Khushi's love for Arnav is so immense that she longs for his yelling also. How unconditional and divine is her love! - great connection, i love when she says that in warehouse and how he tries to lock his hand with hers aaawww

Arnav now is annoyed at her constant blabbering,"Just shut up."

Khushi gets delectable to hear his shut up. "Said shut up.You talked after 3 hours. It means you are not that angry.But you were really angry when you beaten up those goons. You beaten them black and blue, that next time they will not even dare to see any girl in bridal attire." She asks him why he beaten up those goons severely, They just pushed her a bit. She wants to know If they would hit her what he would do!

Khushi's words extremely exasperated Arnav. He screeched the car in a halt. He is tremulous in anger,"get out."

Khushi is flummoxed,"what did I do now and how can I go?"

Arnav grins in anger and gives her some money and tells her to go by herself, as she is in Delhi."just get out."

Khushi gets out from the car watching him in consternation,

pause: why Arnav got so frantic, just becoz Khushi reminded him that Khushi is important to him or he couldn't bear to hear that someone can hit Khushi!

The Gupta women are terribly panicked in the hospital. shyam pretends that he is also worried. Where as he is wishing Babuji's death! Payal calls RM to know Khushi's whereabout. Anjali pacifies her and tells her that Khushi already reached Delhi. Akash is also worried. he wants to go to the hospital. But Mami's flippancy starts gain."Hello hi bye, bye.Heart attack is not a cinema that you are going to watch it. It's not necessary to see Khoon bhari tang." Akash tries to protest, but can't. Mami tells her to sit silently. Mamiji, how cum you are treating your grown up son like a baby!🤣

Shyam is terribly anxious," Everything will go in vain,if mausaji survives." he might planning to kill him.

Payal is trying to console Amma,"babuji will be alright."

Akash comes to the hospital. he wants to stand by Payal's side in her difficulties.Good, At last you disobeyed your mean mama's order.- yay for Akash!

shyam sees Akash and gets agitated,"Itni koshish karneki baad bhi lagtahe humare dono sale hume chan se dobara ghori charne nahi denge.(after giving so much effort, it seems that my two brother in law will not let me marry again peacefully) he is fuming.

pause: I wonder why did he say his two brother in law. did he suspect anything between Arnav and Khushi? - good pondering pt, i always thought he had a hunch, remember how he reacted when he found out She went to Nainital with him?😆

Akash tries to comfort Payal and tells her to let him know, if she needs anything . Payal is very determined. she tells him,'hume humari hal pe chor dijie.(let me be myself) . She is strong. she doesn't need the rich people's mercy. She didn't forget mami's harsh words.

Arnav berges in the house like a storm. It seems, vortex of emotions whirling inside him. when OP tries to say something, he just can't let him speak. may be the poor guy wanted to inform him about khushi's dad's heart attack. - i think that's exactly what OP was trying to say, loved the intensity in that small scene!

his mind goes back to the that incident again."maar dalenge kiya, sref dhakka i to dia...aise woh hume sref dhakka dia aur ap use itna marra, agar woh humpe hath uthate to?" Her words, the incident are making him deranged. He still can't believe why he did such thing, why he outraged so much when those guys touched Khushi. He is incredulous, "kal tak mein uss se itna pareshan tha, lekin aaj hume kya hogiya, jo muhhe." (I was so annoyed at her till yesterday, but what happened to me today?)

When Khushi comes to the house, she finds the door locked. happiji tells her about babuji. She gets terribly worried and rushes to the hospital. the Gupta ladies sigh a relief to see her. they try to console each other. The poor family now only have each other's supports and blind trust on God. the doctor informs them that Sashiji is still in life support. If he regains sense he might not need the oxygen. Khushi wishes to see her dad. Shyam hears this. so his next plan is to take off the oxygen.

Shyam comes to babuji's cabin to remove the life support. The devil mutters himself that it will be painful to die but he is helpless. if he survives his plan will go in vain. He wishes a fake pray,"May God gives you peace and gives me Khushi." But he forgot for a moment that God is omnipotent. Nobody can do anything without his will. God immediately sends the Gupta family inside the room. Shyam gets nervous to see them, tries to shift their attention,"See mausaji is regaining his sense."The doctor looks a bit suspicious.he says that sashiji can now breath without life support. Buaji is impossible. She shows her gratitude to Shyam, "God sent you at the right time. you are our God. I certainly did some good deed in my past life, so God sent you to our life."

(PAUSE: In that case I must tell you buaji, in your past life you must did so much sin, so God sent an evil monster in your life. but sigh innocent Babuji and Khushi became the scapegoat.

Babuji regained his conscious, but he is not speaking. Still in his sickness he keeps starring at Shyam, what makes Shyam frightened. He is seeking the excuse to flee. Babuji keeps trying to speak. But no avail. Khushi also insists him.Shyam says her not to pressurize him. He is scared if Babuji speaks then his secret will be revealed.

babuji tries to speak,"Shyam , Shyam."

Today's VM is for my mom, this is her favorite song. And i love the song too. Thanks to sheena that she made a VM with this song.

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=hPEsCuppS_g[/YOUTUBE]

Going crazy with creating gifs! These are from Episode 106!

"khushi ji darwaja khul gawa, bhagwan ne aap ke sun li."

an interesting opening line i thought. khushi prays fervently before the entrance rm and her playmate op assures her that the door has opened, god has heard her prayers. a simple reference to the door by the talkative young man. but at another level... signifies a new opening, a certain easein accessing something. which door is being referred to i wonder. the one to a closed heart?

then there is vanvas talk from la. yes she is all silly and confounded as you'd expect her to be. where is vanvas? is it further than gurgaon and noida? can a grown educated woman in india really ask such questions. obviously some significance to the exile story and how now it's time for ram to return from it. well, asr is in self imposed vanvas upstairs and khushi has to go and get him.

khushi is today even more talkative than usual, constantly chatting with devi maiya. obviously the happenings of the past few days are doing funny things to her. first babuji's terrible illness. then the constant pressuring by buaji to agree to marrying shyam. her utter confusion regarding this. and all the time a terrific awareness of a not very pleasant young man. yet he is always on her mind. think anything and she thinks of him. sister speaks of dream man and there he is. it's all getting to be too much, just the evening before that dhak dhak giving fairy lights incident. he was so close and she was feeling all sorts of things. now she can't stop thinking about that laad governor. she's asked devi maiya to expplain this thing to her. why is she thinking of him, why is she refusing to listen to her family for the firtst time? she just doesn't want to see him today. but that's not to be.

however, when her attempt to call him down fails, she is delighted and scurries back quickly. he's not coming, la...

but the wind says something else...

and ramji comes back from vanvas

so the door to a heart has opened and now its owner is ready to return from his exile. interesting analogies and hints all over. the fairy lights have sparked something in both. she roams around perturbed but in denial. she has never imagined falling for a man like this. but he? tat contemplative look at the lights the night before, the long intense gaze at her, a concern, and just now, again the memories... but he too is in denial.

but can he ever deny her ever again. listen to the wind, the answer is coursing though it.

"di main sirf yeh check karne ke liye aa raha hoon khushi yahan koi gadbad nahin kar rahi hai, " i've just come to check if khsuhi's doing some goof up here. di had started all khsuhi had to do was call you... he'd cut in with his curt little answer. he'd refused la just moments before. di laughed off his answer, but la noticed what had happened, it registered in her slightly troubled look trying to mask her worry with a smile.

"doh," he grabs the wires from khsuhi and starts work on the gallery lights. a cute little moment with khsuhi. he's looking for the tape which is safely held between his teeth and she si pointing this out. a strannge sweetness, a glint of a smile at the corner of his lips. but he is not going to smile. no way. he is bothered by this happiness he seems to get just looking at her, especially looking at her happy. he's been in exile too long. exile is safe. it doesn't hurt. but this? dangerous. his instincts are warning him perhaps.

yet, try as one might, certain things just have their way. and so there is this constant awareness of each other as they do their work. she is helping di with rangoli,he stands on a stool and fixes the wires.

"dm, aajkal na aap humse bahut ukhdi ukkhdi si rahti hain... lagta hai pichhle hafte joh prashad humne chadaya aapko achha nahin laga," dm, you seem upset with me, looks like you didn't like the offerings i made last week. khushi talks to herself... audibly. the essentials sanak of khushi is at work. she as asked dm for some clarity on the marriage issue (it was poignant the way everything inside her said "no" to a marriage with shyam and the restless yearning that stoked her heart, all she does is think of arnavji, why), but dm hasn't answered.

"khushi ji... aap kya badbada rahe ho?" anjali asks, what are you muttering?

"shadi," marriage. at khushi's reply a man is alert.

"kisski shadi?" whose marriage?

he goes still.

"humari," mine.

he's chiseled stone for a fraction of a second, then he turns.

she is silent, he is waiting, she looks at him. eyes say things, wonder if the ears hear. just simmering awareness.

no i mean your marriage, how did you think about marriage? she asks anjali.

when anjali mentions it was easy to fall in love with shyam...

pyaar? asks khushi, a note of lovely excitement in her voice, a wonder. yours was a love marriage? but how did you know?

crucial question, how does one know one is in love.

anjali gives a beautiful personal answer. and had the listeners minds been working they'd have recognised themselves in anjali's words, but all they knew was this awareness. inexplicable. no one in a rush to explain also. early heady days of attraction slowly coming out of the closet. nainital was not reached, but a far more important destination seems to have been.

"pata hai khushi ji, jeevan mein na ek aisa insaan aata hai jise aap har pal dekhna chate... rat ko sone se pahle bas wohi ek chehra hota hai jo aap dekhna chahte ho... subeh uthne pe na... bas aisa lagta hai ki unki nazar aap pe pade... agar unhe koi dukh aaye na toh lagta hai ki bas kuch bhi karke woh dukh.. woh dukh unke jeevan se hata doh..."

you know, khushi, in life there comes a person one day whom you want to see all the time... before sleeping at night that's the one face you want to see... in the morning when you wake up, you want those eyes to fall on you... and if that one is even slightly troubled then you feel you must take away the pain by whatever means...

why do i think of arnavji all the time she's asked. before going to bed he'd stood by the pool thinking of her. and when she was in pain he was restless till he could ameliorate it somehow.

but neither was in a state to make these connections. too too bristling with the sense of each other.

"bas, pata chal jaat hai," anjali ends, you just know.

anjali leaves.

he can't, she can't, stop looking at each other... rabba ve... they both know but don't want to. she gets up ready to leave, walking past him with that dazed air, and he falls... taking her with him, he is down, holding her, keeping her safe.

colours of rangoli scatter and fly.

joy, blessing, fun they seem to say. two people hopelessly entangled sprawled over a half done rangoli. something erotic and sensuous on the main hallway floor. a man and a woman and the colour that wants to enter their heart. rabba ve...and their they lie.

khsuhi tries to get up, but of course falls right onto him, can't stop looking still... till finally, he tells the wriggling girl, stop... ruko...

they extricate themselves. as he pulls her up, she falls forward and strokes his neck accidentally, smearing yellow powder, i think of haldi, uff that nearness. she is about to put her hand in her eyes and he stops her, look you have colour on your palm he shows her. a normal enough exchange, just that there's a parallel conversation on all the time. desires calling out to each other. why do i think of arnavji all the time?

hot and bothered she is... he is.


the heady days of attraction are on. in full technicolor.