Blast from the Past Thread #10, pg 45, epi 113

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Katelyn

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Posted: 12 years ago

#991

Originally posted by: wiwy

Riddle No. 9:😃

Why did Arnav's chest turn red when tea was thrown on it?😆

Answer to Riddle No. 9 (wiwy ishtyle):😃

As soon as tea touched Arnav's chest it did naughtea things to him!😆

🤣 Wow, another awesome answer to your riddle! How do you do it?! You are too good, dear!! He is too hot to handle! Even tea can't resist getting naughty with the mighty ASR!! 😉 🤣

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supriya

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Posted: 12 years ago

#992

episode 116

he turned and there was the key on the table. right next to the broken glass and a smear of red. his eyes focused only on the key. he grabbed it and went to hurl it away.

but her voice cut in.. "zara suniye!" please listen...

there she was in white walking toward him, arm outstretched, key in hand. the mazar, the day that di had sent him against his wishes to do things that thanked for wishes being fulfilled. the day he saw her for the second time.

somehow, he couldn't let that key go. part of their connection, this inanimate little object. seemed to have a meaning, though it really shouldn't. 👏

then the red smear registers. it's blood.

"khoon?" why i wonder, the voice over is someone else's or did i really not recognise barun's voice.

quickly his mind connects dots... he's pushing her, turning away, she's falling

the khoon is khushi's and it's there because he was brutish once again. the hurt cuts to the core.

"khushi?!" wrenched out of him, just her name.

in the way he says her name there's always something of his intense feeling. - i feel it too 😊

every time asr utters her name, he seems to give the lie to a rather famous writer's much quoted line, "what's in a name?" there's too much in his "khushi" for me to ever think the name was just a physical indicator with no real intrinsic, essential necessity to it. no, juliet, romeo had to be romeo and not any other of name, khushi is inalienably khushi... and always asr had to be asr. which is why the mere thought of an arnav mallick had me in a blue funk😆, even though his first name is the same. identity, you, all there in that name.

and when asr says, "khushi," becomes a love story in itself sometimes. like today. i litened to just that one call and heard fear, guilt, despearation, love, care, fear, desperation, guilt all in his voice. if barun sobti hadn't understood that feeling exactly, no amount of directing could have given us that hoarse ragged dear god bring her to me sound. - 👏 very well said Indi...i totally get it!!

"khushi?!!"

nor that look.

😊

her left hand wrapped in dupatta she prays, "hey dm, humari madat karo ki hum pichli saari baaton ko bhool jaaye," help me so that i can forget the past... she wants to live, not succumb, she is a fighter too, and even if it kills her she will do all she can to survive the bleakest hour and look toward light. 👍🏼 - well said

the 18 year old promises never to go back to that house nor see uss laad governor's face. that laad gov... that khushi, that girl. the sense of possessiveness in the way they refer to the other, mine to be rude about, ok? how much she wants to see him, which is why a huge promise must be made... like i promise not to eat rice every day, ha😆. since morning she's been praying for this resolve, not to see him. because of that key (oh how we like to fool ourselves)... but now, never.

"humne unhe unki mannat ki chabi bhi lauta di... bhool se bhi unhe yaad nahin karenge" how sweet, even by mistake i won't remember him... 😊uppermost on hermind is that awful man still. i believe you must have thought well for me, with this faith she closes her eyes to pray as the conch blows, as the wind rises again. the wind?

and a car comes swishing into frame. a man in a cool gray suit, blue shirt, shades on, makes his way purposefully up the steps of the temple.

the wind grows thicker, insistent.

she's leaving the mandir... he is walking up.

as she steps off the temple hall, her dupatta is caught by the wind and hurled on her face. a "wake up, khushi" from the skyriding gust?

if the parting had been calamitous the night of diwali, equal and opposite reaction is here. a momentous meeting. like no other.

piano notes join the wind as the moments are stretched preparing...

at last, she pulls the veil off and she looks up, only to freeze on the spot. beyond the veil... the most beloved, the most hated face. - well said

👍🏼

no thought, no words, no waste of precious time... la la hm mhm hm hm hmhmmm, the piano goes into happiness joy and the sheer sweetness of you in my life. she looks bemused, he slowly takes of his shades, all his feelings in those eyes. 👏

- love this shot

imagine this moment, khushi. all that was everything between you, then by the pool a losing of inhibitions, after that the vicious strike of you mean nothing to me... then a last meeting... again the turmoil. but now at last you've made up your mind though your heart yearns for another reality. yet you will strive... never see him again.. never. and then your eyes find him. just that. and the music goes dreamy. what a moment. - Wonderful writin Indi 👏

"khushi?" again he calls her.😊

a little unsure, almost gentle, asking?

she walks away. immediately the flare up. so so asr😳.
that tenderness wants a chance but the gussa holds sway. you can't walk away while he is talking to you...

"khushi, main tumse baat kar raha hoon, tum aise nahin ja sakti," i am talking to you, you can't walk away.

firebrand waits a bit, then turns and challenges... "kyun nahin jaa sakte? yeh zindagi humari apni hai..." this is my life... i can go where i please when i please and anyway i don't work for you now, so you have no right to order me (that ultra cute northie "aarder" for order).

no right?

through gritted teeth, "don't talk to me like that." what pure unadulterated anger. - i don't knw why...but i really loved the way he told it ❤️

he has this thing about being spoken to badly. but i feel he's almost pleading at a level, he can't take her harsh tone, it hurts him. i know, too bad, he's the rudest harshest being of all, but what to do tender he is of heart when it comes to jhalli. - aww 😊

she never learns. she pushes him... why? what will you do?

and she turns away to leave.

well he has to do what he has to do.

that familiar hold, that grip on her shoulder. she squirms... but today he's here to hold her like that and find out something. slowly his hands started sliding down her arm, he just wanted to see what he'd come here to see. the damage he'd done.

👏

she's puzzled, he's transfixed. he holds her wrist, she jerks her arm back. he is not giving up... draws her arm up holding it gently.. then holding her still, he removes that covering of dupatta from her left hand, and there lies the inch long cut, still alive, bleeding, on her tender innocent hand.

the episode design was bult on a neat intercutting pattern between the scenes of two lovers who have decided to part today forever and engagement talk between buaji and a man who is married but has an unhealthy interest in engagements. we know now that 6pm is the blessed hour just five minutes away.

"tumhe" his voice is clouded, unclear... as though in shock. she's hurt, she bleeds. he feels his blood draining out. these are strange chaotic feelings not that sweet thing poor khushi believes love is.

i wish i find some1 who takes care of me this way 😊

he gathers himself... swiftly, huskily, and unbelievably sexily, "tumhe chot lagi hai," you're hurt.

"toh, aap se matlab?" so, what's it to you? yes, she is cut to the heart by his cruel words and will give some of the real chot he's given her right back to him. that "matlab" thing.

altercation again. what's your problem, why are you bothered. stop the tamasha... till he takes command.

"humara haath chhoriye," let go of my hand, she's reaching another level of anger. when lovers quarrel, why is it that anger always seems to arouse other passions, something sexual? but not when you fight with someone who means nothing to you😳.

dark saturnine look.

he has taken out a handkerchief and started dabbing the wound. uuhhh, an indrawn breath from her. oh it hurts.

that cut and that uuhhh reminds me of cut through. he seems to have achieved this cut through with her and she with him from that first moment. in a world full of people two strangers meet, and they register with each other instantly, it's rare, there's a sense of meant to be in it. 👏even if both walked away from each other at this very moment, never will either forget the other nor not get a thrill, a pleasurable uuuhhh if they thought of the other. - 👏 too good

it's almost six.

had to be recorded on shyam's watch. nice touch.

bells ring, conch shells sound, the auspicious hour is here, the chants begin... om swasti na indro... the peace prayers then the mantras to dm... and on the temple grounds, a young man with no faith in idols or god as we understand the word, holds a dm worshiping young girl's left hand and starts tying a gauze bandage on her ring finger. the finger whose nerve they say connects straight to the heart, the way a key connects to a girl, the way the thought of her hurt connects to a desperate love. ⭐️

the beauty and sanctity of this moment is paramount and creatives have given it all they have, the camera movements, the lighting, the sound, the pace, all of it. ⭐️ - i swear a beautiful scene put together!!

asr and khushi are tying some sort of knot, feels like it is for life.⭐️ - couldn agree more
(and believe it or not, as i write this sitting in a hotel room in sydney facing a garden with a beautiful church right beyond it, the church bells ring joyous and jubilant... a wedding is on... my daughter said two weddings are on, she saw two brides and two bride grooms... make whatever connections you will of this fact). - m sure u had a thrill writin the review...😊

when he held on and put his hand in his pocket to pull out the bandage, it was the most beautiful moment for me somehow. - 😊

he'd carried a bandage for her, he came all the way just so he could take care of the wound the girl who means nothing to him has got thanks to him.

he would tend to her... not anyone else... he. if he could hurt, he could heal. his khushi, his responsibility. he stood before all and drew her near and tied the bandage over and over till he was certain it will protect her. - Beautiful description 👏⭐️❤️ it

❤️ it

what must she have felt when she saw the first aid preparation. bet he also put some ointment, etc. she just watched him do his work. the significance of it all somehow not lost on her. dm watched over them, the creatives were not talking any chances that you didn't get the point.👏 - well said

but really, even without dm, even without mahurat and all the chanting, just by itself the whole thing was magical. and desperately beautiful. - 😃 so true

⭐️❤️

there are many reasons i can never have enough of bad boy asr, this is one of them. that revelation of a loving heart behind khadoos, and none of your soppy nonsense... though he wants to bawl at having hurt his dueling partner, he is practical, all set with things of use, not just silly sweet words. months later, even as he went nuts, he will think of a mangalsutra and sindoor because even though he hates her, she needs them to even think of a thing called marriage. crazy man.👏 well said

a handsome devoted man, a gorgeous in love girl, and an attraction that pulls them even when they push each other away. how intimate, how loving his hands on her soft ones, making pain go away. another glimpse of thsi thing called love. wonder which rasa.👏⭐️👏 - Superb

she watches silently. he works absorbed. just a couple of times he looks at her. nihatya, unarmed, as he is, feelings evident... no rancour.

it's done. she's all flustered after that rapt attention. if he looks at her like that any more...

"humne mana kiya tha na," i'd set not to. she's retreating to agreed battle lines.

offense is the best defence and in seconds both warriors arm themselves anew. "aap kya chahte hain humse," what do you want from me... would he ever be able to answer that.

"beta, leo arati," god walks in to help the two.

and the nastik, the atheist offends the astik, the theist again.

bhagwan, kismat talk... meri marzi, my wish, too. and so she goes all the way to, some day you'll realise the hand of god in everything, but that day i won't be there.

what an opening for a shatir fighter. why that day, returns he promptly... now, this minute, get out of my life. warriors take position. a song going crazy trying to make head or tail of this chaotic twosome.

the synchronised turn away. the walking away from each other. both committed to never seeing the other again. lovely. the most stylish put back of shades in the history of the planet. aviators, i think they are called. 👏

shyam has put babuji through hell again to get that ring on her finger. he deserves a noose around his neck. "suhag ki sej paane ke liye arthio ka dar dikhana padta hai," to get the wedding night bed one must put the fear of the death bed into people. the sick twisted cretin, with its disturbing knowledge of the human mind alerting all who watch to the game of manipulation.

my last thought, khushi had looked so sad, so terribly heart broken as she's walked away from rm a while ago. she really felt all was over. but that appearance of her hotshot in his deadly glasses with his arms and ammunition, that broken "tumhe," everything seemed to put the zizz back in her, and shew as all take on the world, show you what i'm made of as she stormed of. lot of ishtyle in our man's stride too. obviously, they both knew allw as far from over. though they were never gonna meet again. ever. samjhi tum?👏⭐️

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Indi a Fabulous review⭐️...amazing phrases...beautiful description...Loved it ⭐️ ❤️⭐️

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DurgaS

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Posted: 12 years ago

#993

Originally posted by: wiwy

Riddle No. 9:😃

Why did Arnav's chest turn red when tea was thrown on it?😆

Answer to Riddle No. 9 (wiwy ishtyle):😃

As soon as tea touched Arnav's chest it did naughtea things to him!😆

🤣 🤣 🤣 Oh, Wiwy, it can't get naughtier than this. 😆 Even tea started doing things to him. Bechara, kis kis se bachega! (poor fellow, from whom all he has to escape) 😆

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DurgaS

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Posted: 12 years ago

#994

Originally posted by: wiwy

Hey all

I am off to see my parents tomorrow. I am especially dying to hug my dad. Yes, Durgey will try to visit the thread in Jaipur. Have Pmed new riddle for Thread 11 to Indi. Missing all of you so much.Thanks once again for your good wishes for my dad.

9 May was Rabindra Jayanti, Tagore's birthday and I wanted to post something on him but couldn't. Just posting this hymn from Gitanjali. This is for all of you especially BD and Cynthia:

I know not how thou singest, my master! I ever listen in silent amazement.

The light of thy music illumines the world. The life breath of thy music runs from sky to sky. The holy stream of thy music breaks through all stony obstacles and rushes on.

My heart longs to join in thy song, but vainly struggles for a voice. I would speak, but speech breaks not into song, and I cry out baffled. Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!

Wish you a happy journey Wiwy. Thanks for these lines from Gitanjali. Whenever Tagore's lines are being posted by you or Indi, always wish that I knew Bengali and could read the original works. Translations tend to lose the original essence. But, yes, always get the message across. Thanks again. 😊

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DurgaS

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Posted: 12 years ago

#995

Originally posted by: samin6

Nice one Durga. I always also felt that after Khushi told him her parents were stars he was looking to see which one exactly is his mother, and as we know he usually believes whatever Khushi tells him even as he says to him it is ," What crap." However I think stars to him also represented Khushi's parents. So he looked at them whenever he wanted to communicate to Khushi through her parents. That probably was why he was remembering the good times he had with Khushi when he was looking at the stars. When Khushi stopped showing her face to him after the heer-ranjha sequence he was touched when he saw her stars- as if ashamed of treating the daughter badly infront of her parents. Then again when Khushi was looking at the stars sad on the night before her birthday- he promised to make her part of her life. When he got emotional after seeing his mom's bangles and reading her letter- he went to look at the stars as if wanting to speak with Khushi's parents -- as if asking for a solution, because maybe for the first time he felt Khushi's parents were also not speaking with him because she was not. So he broke his silence with Khushi in front of the stars.

@Samin

Thanks for appreciating my poem 'The night'. I agree nobody dreams such things. You can say, that was my poetic liberty. 😊

For the above, that's a wonderful thought. Never assumed that Arnav would be wanting to communicate with Khushi's parents through the stars. Always, thought he was looking for a star that might be his mother. But, I like your thought process and descriptions of those scenes. 😊

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DurgaS

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Posted: 12 years ago

#996

Originally posted by: ArshiHamesha

Yes Durga their connection is in its initial state but the night he is smiling they were so comfortable in telepathy and that was the purpose to show that distance has no meaning as he acknowledged this to her later during Sheetal track too

@ Supriya

Yes, he wants to know Khushi's thoughts at that moment. @Arshi True. Their telepathy is developing, quite slowly. And they are yet to discover that.

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samin6

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Posted: 12 years ago

#997

Originally posted by: wiwy
Riddle No. 9:😃

Why did Arnav's chest turn red when tea was thrown on it?😆

Answer to Riddle No. 9 (wiwy ishtyle):😃

As soon as tea touched Arnav's chest it did naughtea things to him!😆

That was a naughty answer Wiwy. We did not even come close

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BarunDiwani

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Posted: 12 years ago

#998

Originally posted by: wiwy
Hey all
I am off to see my parents tomorrow. I am especially dying to hug my dad. Yes, Durgey will try to visit the thread in Jaipur. Have Pmed new riddle for Thread 11 to Indi. Missing all of you so much.Thanks once again for your good wishes for my dad.
9 May was Rabindra Jayanti, Tagore's birthday and I wanted to post something on him but couldn't. Just posting this hymn from Gitanjali. This is for all of you especially BD and Cynthia:
I know not how thou singest, my master! I ever listen in silent amazement.
The light of thy music illumines the world. The life breath of thy music runs from sky to sky. The holy stream of thy music breaks through all stony obstacles and rushes on.
My heart longs to join in thy song, but vainly struggles for a voice. I would speak, but speech breaks not into song, and I cry out baffled. Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!

WIWY!!!🤗🤗 this is beautiful my master of riddles! thanks so much for it and for the deditcation. mmmuuuwwwaaas. I'm def a fan of Tagore thanks to you. also i'm ROFL at the answer to the riddle...so its established, tea too is female and a phangurl 😆

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BarunDiwani

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Posted: 12 years ago

#999

Originally posted by: supriya.arshi

Supi, thanks a ton again, as always enjoyed / agreed with you comments. Yep if only Arnav could accept his love, but alas he has more of a journey ahead till he can finally with all his heart admit it. good for us, bad for Khushi😆 ur right she doesn't hold grudges :)
so glad you liked the edits too :) thanks again dear!

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Mysticaldivine

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Posted: 12 years ago

#1000

Originally posted by: wiwy
Riddle No. 9:😃

Why did Arnav's chest turn red when tea was thrown on it?😆

Answer to Riddle No. 9 (wiwy ishtyle):😃

As soon as tea touched Arnav's chest it did naughtea things to him!😆

You are too naugtea my dear riddler .Good one👏👏

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