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Episode 129:


"sapno ki duniya mein rehna hi acchha hai Lavanyaji, kyu ki asli duniya mein sirf dil tut te hai"

"Its better to stay in a dream world Lavanyaji, because in the real world only hearts break"


my heart broke when i heard Khushi say those words the first time, and every time after the effect of this profound statement remains the same. He had shattered her world of dreams in just a few minutes, to push her away, ironically today he breaks her heart because she is too far away, out of reach with that ring. In this war that resumes, he ruthlessly attacks and attacks and goes for the kill completely forgetting he dies with her with each blow.

As she weeped and said those words to La, i felt her cut was deeper and not just limited to him. The girl who dreamt with her jiji under the stars about their future husbands or the girl that ran out with all her excitement to wish upon a shooting star, truly genuinely put her trust in these things as "Baat vishwaas ki hai" right? Could it be that for her this "vishwaas" offered her protection or a shield from the "bedard" real world as Arnav views it. After surviving her first massive heart break in the "asli duniya" at the age of only 8, perhaps dreaming helped her heal with the help of two bright stars in the sky. Maybe i'm thinking too much into this, but as a dreamer myself, this like is much to real and surely relatable to many who watched the show.

It was La who once again acted as cupid and forced Khushi into a bridal outfit. an outfit with red in it and if that wasn't enough "let your hair out" she insisted, havn't a clue of the havok Khushi's open hair causes on her to-be-fiance, then she practically pushes her in front of him..poor La, she was only going for the full length mirror not the full length laad governer!

He is just getting off the phone with his Di when that wind, that wonderful gust of wind forces him to look in her direction. Through the shiney beaded strands, there she stood and her reflections in the mirror. Before long, the mehsoos reached her and she felt his eyes on her. She's seen this look in his eyes before...twice.


The look as if he's high on her beauty, the nasha shows in his slow blinks. She looks away and fiddles with her pallu, he makes her so nervous with his constant gaze, but she allows his eyes on her... she could've ran back to the changing room to put her regular clothes on but she chose to stay. So he looks on, the much familiar admiration of her beauty from bottom to top, she filled his eyes with sensuality again.


She grips her dupatta, and glides her finger down to up, eventually fearlessly looking back at him...these aroused feelings all too new for her but so evident how badly she want to reciprocate. She marks his slow steps towards her, she expands her pallu to cover the rest of her torso .


he parts the beaded partition to have a closer look like he always has to with a slight pleased smile on his face (what girl wouldn't want to be looked at like this dammit?).


Then he gently lifts his hand up, to touch her velvety face i assume, but she moves back snapping him out of his trans. The quick thinking ASR drops his hand down to the price tag, he knew he would find something there to continue his attack on her in this war of pyaar and nafrat.


34999 rs. said the price tag. He starts his second "vaar"(attack) of the day.

"utna bhi boora nahi hai, par tum aur tumhara fiance afford nahi kar paoge, "

"Its not so bad, but you and your fianc won't be able to afford it"

oh the need to keep taking jabs at a man he's never met... jealousy, what a passionate emotion it is. He continues the blow, "what a pity...par aaj mein bahut acche mood mein hoon so what the hell? mein tumhe kharid ke dedeta hoon, apne fiance se ki Arnav Singh Raizada ne engagement present diya hai"

So many layers to this one line, he wants to buy the lehnga for Khushi because he loves her in it, but he insults her fianc again AND he feels the need to let her fiance know of him doesn't he? by buying this for Khushi would also send message to the man that "stole" her away.

Still in his quest for faraq his ruthless vaar pushes limits on the quiet, sad eyed, hurt, girl

"After all tumne mere aur Lavanya ke liye itna kuchh kiya hai, gift nahi, to tip samajh ke le lo" in an instant, with a deadly smirk, he reduced her to a servant. Indirectly, reminding her once again of her hesiyat, her aukaad. Clueless himself as to how far he had gone, after all he had insulted her middle class status over and over since day 1, but this time he went too far and it broke her inside.

She wouldn't dare show him the broken pieces of her heart though, it took all she had but she answered back. She takes back the price tag from his hand

"Nahin chahiye, lekin puchh ne ke liye shukriya, aur aapne teek kaha tha, utna bhi boora nahi hai, lekin utna khaas bhi nahi hai, hamme yeh pasand nahi hai"

The smirk disapeared because the lehenga was khaas to him, but her rejection of this choice and refusal to accept it was an hidden insult to him...also the way she talks to him with such formality must get to him. Since they met, they both have fought like they are only each others to fight with, never letting others like La get in the way, but now while he continues to hurt her with full rights still as she his his to fight with, her formal addressing makes her feel distant from him. His nostrils flare up, also hurt sine he can only stare at her with no comeback. Soon his phone rings and leaves, not a second went by as rest of her tears came pouring out. La comes out breifly, engulfed in trying out her next dress, she doesn't notice Khushi's sad face.

Khushi slowly finds a place to sit, his sharp words run through her mind and cut through her heart. He, on the phone, but comes to a halt after seeing his Khushi just sitting there tearing up, looking at the price tag. It may have just hit him how far he went

"Chamkili, I feel like i'm living in dream world" and excited La completely oblivious to all that's happened shares with her friend. The price tag still in her hold, Khushi lets out her anguish "sapno ki duniya mein rehna hi acchha hai Lavanyaji, kyu ki asli duniya mein sirf dil tut te hai"

One of the most profound dialogues in the show, delivered with perfect pitch of heart break and emotion by Sanaya.

Her tears drop on the price tag, hurting him 1000X more. Remorse sets in looking at her incredible sadness that he caused, wanted to just take it away. He wants her to have faraq, what ever the cost but the only problem is, a bad side effect of tons of pain and faraq to himself... too much pain and faraq. If this was the worst he had hurt her, it was the worst he felt, it would also be the closest he would come to wiping her tears with his own hands.


As he watched her sob, he couldn't help but once again part the beaded partition, and step towards her, lifting his hand to wipe those tears away, to hold her in his arms and just wanting to take away all the pain that he inflicted...all the while, fighting the tears in his own eyes... soon the hand that reached out to her turns into a fist indicating his agonizing attempt at gaining some composure. Enduring and gulping down her pain, he cries with her, as much crying a man like Arnav Singh Raizada is capable of.



Just a sad scene all around. Only after closing his eyes, some composure returns, just enough to loosen the fist and walk away...fast. She hadn't noticed his presence, maybe because the depth of her pain, but she did feel him in the dangling beaded partition he left behind. She knew he was there just like the night of Janmastami when he came to check up on her at the GH.



Soon after he would call La's phone, which has been put on speaker as per her request, "Lavanya, mein jaa raha hoon" (I'm leaving). The abruptness of it all surprises Khushi

"haan mein...mein ruk nahi...matlab mujse ruka nahi jaayega, i..i cant stay...i have to go"

he says erratic hand tapping on the steering wheel. Since when does Arnav Singh Raizada get flustered completing a simple sentences? Khushi can't see her rattled up laad governor, but i hope she senses how shaken up he is? and that it has to do with her broken heart...the unbarablity of it all! How could he stay and look her in the eyes he bought such tears to ?

He hangs up and tosses the bluetooth aside, and flashes back to her words dipped in heartbreak "sapno ki duniya mein rehna hi acchha hai Lavanyaji, kyu ki asli duniya mein sirf dil tut te hai" they bug him to no end and by the time he makes it home he thinks back to all the other times he has hurt her badly "

"Yeh mat sochna ki ek amir aadmi tumhari payal ko apni seene se laga kar baitha tha" ("Don't think that a rich man held you payal close to his heart" )



"kahin aisa na ho ki jisse tumne raiz samajh ke fasaya, ha, iss bracelet ki tarah sasta ho" (Make sure the man you entrapped thinking he's rich turns out be cheap like the bracelet)

He thinks back to the way he made her apologize for that ring and finally the words that did both of them in today "Gift nahin to tip samajh ke le lo" (if not as a gift, accept it as a tip )

He hits the driving wheel

"kyu karta hoon mein aisa? hamesh uski aakhon mein aansoo? kyu uski har baat se itni takleef hoti hai mujhe?"

"Why do i do this? always bringing tears to her eyes, why does every little thing cause me pain?

"ab aisa nahin hoga" (this wont happen anymore) One of many "koshish" he confessed to Khushi later during kidnapping, to not fall in love with her...he won't allow her every tear, every baat to cause him taqleef "kyu ki mein aisa hone nahi doonga" (because i won't let it happen)...so determined he is...can't help but feel sorry for the guy. He genuinely doesn't want her to make such a difference, but she does and it's this faraq that will ultimately beat him at his own war.


DROOL CORNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


❤️ shhh shatir dimaag at work! ❤️




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Posted: 12 years ago
Wow! This mehfil is in full form today. 👏 @Wiwy, amazing poem @Chalhov, beautiful parody. I love that song. To all the contributors of this thobda poetry session, I big bow down to all of you. 👏 😊
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Posted: 12 years ago
Hi Blasters,

wanted to wish everyone a very Happy fathers day, i'm spending some quality time with my daddy before an early dinner but shall be back in the evening to spend some much needed quality time here.

❤️


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Posted: 12 years ago

Originally posted by: DurgaS

Wow! This mehfil is in full form today. 👏 @Wiwy, amazing poem @Chalhov, beautiful parody. I love that song. To all the contributors of this thobda poetry session, I big bow down to all of you. 👏 😊


That included you to Durgey!!😆

Ek thobde ne kya kamaal kar diya,
Saare blasters ko nikkama ka diya!!


these sadi hui lines are mine 😆btw
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Posted: 12 years ago

Originally posted by: cinthiann1758

I have joined the ranks of our craziness by attempting to write a short story as well, but for mature audiences only.😳 Please check it out...SS: Arnav and Kushi: Bound for Eternity


Enjoy!


Yay! One more story. It's been raining thobda poems and stories too.
Mature? Cynthia, I'm gonna read with caution. But, don't alter anything for me. Do write whatever you feel like writing. Will surely read and comment. 😊
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Posted: 12 years ago

Originally posted by: BarunDiwani


Wiwy, meri suaten!!! you're so kind with you comments :) watching our man so obssessivly does have its rewards 😆 thanks for all the love, and yes the music is too damn good!!! and sorry about the pics, stupid Photobucket!!!😡 I'm trying to get it resolved. it says i reached limit but i still have plenty of space...time to look for another phos upload site. anyway thanks again🤗

nice one
tfs

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Posted: 12 years ago

Originally posted by: BarunDiwani

Hi Blasters,


wanted to wish everyone a very Happy fathers day, i'm spending some quality time with my daddy before an early dinner but shall be back in the evening to spend some much needed quality time here.

❤️


Happy father's day to you and everyone too. Have a good time with your father, Ami. Please convey my regards.
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Posted: 12 years ago

Originally posted by: BarunDiwani


That included you to Durgey!!😆

Ek thobde ne kya kamaal kar diya,
Saare blasters ko nikkama ka diya!!


these sadi hui lines are mine 😆btw

🤣 This is good. I think we can start a series called, 'Thobde ka kamaal'. 😆
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Posted: 12 years ago

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 129


"haan di, aap pahuch gayi... ok theek hai," he was speaking to his sister on the phone and as he turned to leave, he stopped.

gust of wind.

he turned slowly, but it seemed as though he'd seen her already, knew the undeniable awaited him there, he just had to look... compulsion, can't look away. he is the tormentor, in command, master of the moment in pursuit of an admission of a faraq and just in case it isn't there, then the deliverer of vengeance, devastation... for not caring when he gave such a damn.


yet in that blood red lehenga, hair open, ethereal, she is the one in control... actually, isn't she the one in control anyway, the one with the power? when she is hurt, she can still look at it fairly reasonably and chat with dm, somehow get back to life. but when it comes to her he seems to lose all his bearings.

why can't his eyes stop smouldering when he looks at her. why is there a hint of complaint behind the stoked passion... who are you, why are you so far away, why won't you let me matter to you, why aren't you mine?

the wind was hollowing, billowing out, surging.


"la-avanya ji, hum..." and she sensed him too, one hand on chunni, awkwardness within, beyond the mirror curtain he is there. sheesh mahal, the house of mirrors, a dream world of mirrors here... a make believe sheesh mahal? there was the sunday store room; then their room in nainital, a haven in the middle of nowhere; now in a sprawling, crowded shop their private enclosure of mirrors; in a jungle some day, a bucolic hut with all they need... then maa's glowing garden; and finally, a room with the sky within.

why this slipping into fantasy spaces? where only the two and a feeling were present? the constant stepping away from the three dimensions that seemed to invite us to leave hard reality behind too... was it to underscore the non-material nature of love... say it strides another space, a space not measurable in real estate terms but equally valid? and perhaps more essential.


i also feel it had an impact on the viewer. i started thinking of the two together... away from everyone else, and at the risk of sounding nauseatingly mushy, got to say, i let them into a space money can't buy... my "dil." i have never wept over tv characters before... in fact, i am not the sort who cries at films. yet asr touches my insides, and khushi too. i actually spent a whole day feeling terrible about what transpired in 129/130. but let's go back to the two. she has just seen him...

and rabba ve came in, gentle, tender, probing to test the mood; the clear innocent notes of a lightly touched piano.

she was taken aback, embarrassed, shy.

he was dumbfounded... then the three horizontal lines began to appear on his forehead, a trademark asr muscle movement... along with it, eyes growing fiery brown, concentrated...



her hands fidgeted... trademark khushi when nervous, perturbed..

he started moving toward her exactly as he had the day he saw her in a red saree in his office... immersed in her, not really conscious of what he's doing... just being reeled in as though by an invisible rope... that day too her eyes had been troubled, and she had no idea how enchanting she looked. her hair was open, a dark deep red made her look even more vulnerable, innocent... he couldn't help but drown in the sensation.





she squirmed, flustered

she drew her dupatta, again the dupatta, protectively over her.

when he lifted his hands to part the mirror curtains and enter the enchanted space, why did i get a feeling of a suhaag raat, of a man coming to claim his woman in the most ancient, elemental sense of the word?



he walked right up to her and stared unabashedly. she looked away, a little uncomfortable, very conscious of that gaze... as if of its own volition his hand lifted.

as it did i felt a moment of contact... in his involuntary reach out, in her immediate registering of it and furtively stepping back, they had already touched each other.

what was he going to do? touch her? before one could think, she'd looked at him funnily and stepped out of reach.

and a hardened expression replaced his smitten, mesmerized look.

did he change his mind at this moment? or was he planning to hurt her all along? my bet, he was not thinking at all once he saw his woman in red...it was her stepping back and that "what are you doing" look that catapulted his brain into focus and the meanness came racing out.

that she got under his skin or nudged his dormant dil is one thing, but khushi kumari gupta really invaded arnav singh raizada's most prized possession. his dimaag. she had entered that and played with the synapses, and every once in a while they stopped functioning in her presence... especially when she looked so innocent, so lovely, so... oh all he wanted was her, the why when where of it didn't matter, she overtook his whole mind, he couldn't see beyond that.

this asr could not tolerate. this control she had over his brain. he had to do something about it.

gah, i think he wanted to push that lock of hair back from her face, his hand rose much higher than where the tag hung...

then he reached down and pulled up the tag.

and the devil in him returned with glee.

"utna bhi bura nahin hai... par tum aur tumhara fiance afford nahin kar paaoge." it's not bad, but you and your fiance won't be able to afford it.

she looked up and she knew he was out to hurt her now.

"what a pity...par aaj main bahut achhe mood mein hoon... so what the hell. main tumhe kharid ke de deta hoon...apne fiance se kahna arnav singh raizada ne engagement present diya hai..."

what a pity... but today i am in a very good mood.. so what the hell. i'll buy it for you... tell your fiance that arnav singh raizada gave an engagement gift.

then he plunged in the dagger and turned it at the same time.

"after all, tumne lavanya aur mere liye itna kuch kiya hai... gift nahin toh tip samajh ke le lo..." after all, you have done so much for la and myself... if not a gift, consider it a tip. to insure privilege. the privilege of being insulted by him.

a little pause before "tip" and the slightest sardonic smile... he's aiming for maximum damage...


but khushi is not wilting. she's had enough. she's not going to give him the satisfaction of that stunned, tearful look she had when he played his necklace trick. something you really liked, i gave lavanya, hope tumhe koi faraq nahin padta. what had he given la? something she'd liked despite herself... no not that necklace, you silly man... but in the complex and convoluted game of emotions they play, they both know that. but this time he's insinuating a price tag can be put on her, her desires, she's for sale... almost.

in a cold, quiet voice, with an edge of return fire, she replied,

"nahin chahiye... lekin poochne ke liye shukriya.. aur aapne bhi theek kaha tha utna bhi boora nahin hai lekin utna khaas bhi nahin hai.. hume yeh pasand nahin hai..."

i don't want... but thanks for asking... and you were also right, it's not bad, but it's not that special either... i don't like it...

tears in her voice. but she had played back a move at him. she rejected his pasand as he'd rejected hers with the ring earlier at rm. his nostrils flared, his lips pursed, he wanted to lash back but the phone rang... he glared threateningly and left...

then came the tears.

she sat by herself holding that chit of a paper which he'd made into such a deadly weapon and cried. la was so sweetly clueless rushing around and trying on things...


"chamkili, in dino aisa lag raha hai jaise main ek dream world mein rah rahi hoon," chamkili, these days i get the feeling i am living in a dream world.

he'd finished his call and was in front of the mirror curtains at the doorway, he just stood there watching her suffering, she looked at the price tag, no doubt remembering the egregious insult... strains of sitar delineate the riffs of pain echoing in her...


and through her tears, a young helpless girl spoke her innermost feelings, unprotected as she was before the harshness of this real world... a trembling voice from deep within, sanaya at the height of her art, never allowing the moment to catch melodrama...

"sapno ki duniya mein rahana hi achcha hai, lavanya ji...kyunki asli duniya mein sirf dil toot-te hain..."

it is better to stay in a world of dreams, because in the real world, only hearts break.

heart break.

he had taken her all the way to this never before seen place. his gift... or maybe his tip.

her broken, shattered mirrors within, seems to cut his heart... the one he believes he doesn't have... and a tear drop drenches a price tag. the priceless one sits before him and weeps and he who is the expert at knowing the price of things but unable to gauge the value of some... suffers watching her. reflections of each other, no distortion if you have the heart to see.

there was no price tag for the scene either...

rabba ve and the most solemn tones of background score.

he parted the curtains again... maybe this time to come and heal her, even surrender... his eyes seemed to go red with tears. tears? yes, they were that.



his hand came up again as if to tell her not to feel so bad... he couldn't... instead he felt all of her pain... each and every bit of it... in him.
he could never hurt her and not feel the hurt himself...

a balled fist opened slowly... a girl unaware wept quietly... mirrors swayed and reflected and glittered...he turned and left, still in pain... almost uncontrollable. the glass curtains swung and made noise, she looked up startled... who's there.



asr left soon afterwards, leaving his girl friend perplexed... yet a certain calm had entered khushi after the tears had flowed. she said to la, if you wish to wear something, do so, don't worry what others say and her face was composed. she was learning to steel herself against the onslaught, at least on the surface... she of course, had no idea that someone else too was crying in that corner of mirrors and dreams.


Simply marvellous Indi ! Uff! Your words (I highlighted in blue) play havoc with my senses. No, i am not complaining. I read this analysis maybe thrice or more but couldn't decide what comment to leave. Yes, absolutely, she is the one who has the power over him .Yet she is the one cowering, moving back. He is the one advancing, smirking, hurting, bullying her into submission. Why? What did she do wrong? Taken over his dil and dimaag, has she?No he can't tolerate that can he? She is like a boomerang, maybe!The further he throws her away, the greater the force with which she returns to him, to be his forever. In red! Why can't he take her to the dream world of mirrors? Oh! He hasn't punished her enough... or has he? Attaching a price tag to her was the last straw and he knew it! He cried, yes he did, Indi!
Edited by wiwy - 12 years ago
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Originally posted by: BarunDiwani


🤣🤣 This is GREAT Chalhov, what a treat from you after so loong!!❤️ it.. Kaun bacha sakta hai aise thobdewale ko??? haaaye meri nazar to bilkul na lage...a big kala tikka from me to his thobda!


That song, parody, pics! Super duper Chalhov!👏 Thanks a tonne!⭐️
I think DM made him for us phangurls and so its okay to drool over his thobda😆 No?

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