Engrossing commentary of the "layers" indi. Too much enthralled to comment any. Can only offer a modest thanks to you for the read!!! The only sense left is this sight...
PS: I know why I love ASR so much, becos I have NEVER seen anyone in real or fiction being so much lost in love as much as I have of this man!! I always thought being in love is the most beautiful feeling... but could never guess that even watching some one raptured in love could be as much spellbinding!"Mei aur Mera ASR aksar ye baathein karthe hain"!!
thanks, horizon,
that much in love. yes, something beautiful in that itself isn't there. sometimes i wonder when you love someone so much, and discover they've done something really terribly wrong, what do you do? othello killed desdemona when he thought she had played with another. asr married khushi thinking she's a home wrecker, his sister's husband's lover who wants his sister to be thrown out of her husband's life. well, fake married. but didn't kill her in any other way... couldn't. his world shattered, his heart so fragile as it was, broke into pieces, he had to hurt her somehow, his brain devised a chaotic path, but he couldn't allow even himself to hurt her the way he might have if that love you like none other aspect wasn't there.
but that was a set up. khushi was innocent. what if tomorrow comes a situation, where she is wrong? i would love to see the thinking, the feelings, the denouement there.
i can never explain how much this character means to me. and why barun some day, when all the dust has settled and the ill feelings are gone, will be proud of putting everything he had as an actor into creating this man. i have in a way, met a man like this, difficult challenges posed by life from a very young age, very fragile of heart, and yet unbelievably strong too that very same heart, with a humongous ability to love. you have to be a bit broken inside to get past the tears and sense their innocence and laughter within. that innocence just whacks me. asr was so full of that.
shatir yes, but not convoluted and coiled. he couldn't smell shyam, because he had not even a streak of shyam's filth in him. othello, the same magnificence of character, strong, bold, valorous, honourable, with such a heart of love, and yet innocent like a baby, couldn't sense iago's touched by scum soul, and how he manipulated his one weekness, that feeling of being less because he was a moor.
i mention othello. but asr to me became more than most tragic and other heroes i have heard of or read about. because he was here, he was real, in my space, my time, with my everyday issues, in fact in the city i was born in and went to school in. and through 398 episodes, not just a few acts, he revealed his fascinating nuances, his layers. but some of it is still there i feel. i want to see more. hawww.
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