Blast from the Past Thread #13, pg 119, epi 149 - Page 72

Originally posted by: salooni

thanks for your swwett gesture di

Originally posted by: Katelyn

Very cute because this is the first time ever that anyone called me Di!!! 😆

Originally posted by: indi52

hi isspk,

ever since i read your lines, me in deep thought, very touched in those invisible places within us. i must ramble, this is most unstructured, plenty jumps and jagged grammar there. but read please. 😳

your second set of lines in pink... about "our long shared, collected, passed on history of no voice" as you put eloquently, your quiet words accentuating the violence and terror in that silence... it has me thinking and feeling so sad for our kind. really, no group of people has been as consistently suppressed and muffled as women have age after age no matter where, no matter what. other cultures i can't speak of, but in my society, it is endemic... hidden often in the guise of "care" for our gender, concern, even "love." in the end you are commodity... cattle, being managed... no status of your own.. no voice.

i always protest against the regressive penchant of our media when it comes to women. with songs and so called images of woman power (oh how they subvert everything) we are still being told, you are an object that has to be useful to a social structure... you bear children, you exist for your family... to even think of individual aspirations is wrong. somehow story after story this has been peddled. modern, traditional., educated, uneducated, smart, stupid, rich, poor, whatever... know your place, woman.

and if you're a man... everything goes... a sexually depraved, murdering, wife beating, mother insulting, disgusting creature was the stalwart of a popular serial, never facing any censure for his ways. a popular star at that. really what does is say about our channels, and even more scary... about us.

because that silence weighs so heavy inside, that line in pink in your first para, came to be. i am a barun sobti fan... i will watch anything he does. but in asr i found the man, that every woman deserves to meet in her life. oh he is full of flaws, and makes all too human errors despite his shatir dimaag and treats the woman he adores terribly... but not because he would treat all women that way. in fact, the opposite. his interactions with all the women in his life, shows a rare respect and sensitivity in fact. he belongs to a clan that believes in that silence... his dad possibly never even thought what he did was wrong. very often boys of such families turn out to be exactly the way their father was.

every day we see such people.

but there are those, whose love or something else in them makes them learn and protest against it... call it galat. he does that... how flat and matter of fact his voice when he told his regressive dadi what's really what.

and to his girl friend and wife... never change... be who you are. how many men who are wealthy and successful, would say to his wife, well no need to try and be someone for my sake... i love you as you are, stay who you are.

he is liberal and thinking in every way. with lavanya, a sense of equality... and a realisation within of where he was in error. yet la doesn't blame him. why? because she knew even when he came to pick her up to move in, that something was not as it seemed... but she went along because shew anted it so much. a rare understanding of us humans by ordinary tv writers here.

arnav singh raizada doesn't think you should do this or that or something else, especially because you are a woman. he believes intrinsically in the equal place of men and women. and has the greatest respect for the women in his world... most interestingly, he doesn't feel he is less in any way, when he is not able to escape the goons and his wife's little water trick saves him. his "mardangi" that old male obsession in the valleys and fields and mountains of the indus, the ganges, the cauvery, doesn't seem to be threatened in any way... instead a proud, thrilled smile, "khushi kumari gupta singh raizada."

in many ways, and i realise this every now and then, he reminds me of men in my life... i have been super lucky to have them... the grandfather who was hugely respected in his profession, a "giant" in the family, who doted on me and looked the other way while i read fairly adult stuff right before him (oh what a sweetheart this man), a father who dreamed more for my future i felt than he did for his boys, and a husband, who said, just do it, in fact quite worried me with his lack of need to be clung to... all these men had seen those men that suffocated women. yet when it came to their lives, they chose different.

i could do a doctorate on asr, vis a vis, indian society and the need for this renaissance man now today here. especially as new money vitiates everything further. and of course, without barun sobti, he wouldn't have breathed, i wouldn't have been dead. his was the fire that kindled that asr flame. forever thrilled with that.

best of all, not a pompous boor of a do gooder renaissance man, a cool, sexy, thinking, energetic, complicated, principled, successful type who is ready to be your equal in every way. and his little paternalistic ways you can give him one yell about and maybe he'll try and change them... as long as he never forgets exactly how to flirt, i am good.


when we've all had our fun and games and the oohing and aahing about his sexiness is still at play (forever, please 😆), but we can see the rest of asr, i hope we know why he is absolutely spectacular. and why it's time to look beyond our erroneous, planted, unexamined standards of what makes a man "good." and what makes a woman a woman.

there was at least one writer here who had a clear agenda... he or she was fed up of the silence... and decided to bring forth a man who lets us... no, makes us... speak and wants to hear our voice.

this is why it sickened me when they tried to reduce him again at the end, upped the "mahanta" angle of the "devi" woman who does everything for her fam... she doesn't even have sex with her husband after her "proper" ugh marriage, too busy setting the world right.

we women are extraordinarily strong and natural born survivors as a lot that we have managed to grow and live despite the life thrown at us all because we are physically weaker. we even manage to laugh joke party... amazing.

Originally posted by: salooni

oh this

i call everyone elder di

so thought to tell you also

is it ok

as i call arshi di also di

i have no real elder sister i am only the elder and my naugt and mind eeating younger sister

so miss elder care

that is give my responsibility to other easily

Originally posted by: Katelyn

No worries, Salooni! I actually like it! I made the comment because I'm Cambodian/Chinese/Thai so now you understand why! 😆 I've been this forum since May of last year and you are the first one!! 😳

Originally posted by: divsarunfan

superb di

Cynthia, just saw that pic of your family while catching up on the pages. You do look ravishing in red. Thanks for sharing the pic, Thanks Arshi for posting it here.

Originally posted by: IssPKaur

Your heart goes out to the underdog, I see...mine too...glad you wrote for her. She really impressed, didn't she...
And I'd say love makes one selfless maybe.. but Wiwy might ROFL and 'Loveguru' me to death 😆... But is true, isn't it? Khushi did inculcate a lot in her, coaching her with love and generosity... but when it was time for exit, she may have given ASR the biggie...Pyaar hamesha sabse bada hota hai! No malice, no bitterness, pure grace. She was truly a girl in love!!

Originally posted by: indi52

now you're talking, durga... aah what a lovely piece. of course, it is most natural to wander off to asr khushi at the mention of any fabled couple... and you're talking the cosmic jodi. shiva the wild one, smoking pot, hanging out with the guys, ungroomed, spaced out, but utterly pure and elevated, gorgeous in parvati's eyes, she with a father who stood firmly against the union (what a plot). i am not much of a temple goer, though sometimes i hear a call and land up or have a dire need and rush off... but that image of the not perfect yet fabulous male, with his immense anger... his dance of rage... his wife completely immersed in him, and he in her... mmm i am not surprised you thought of some people.

every great love story leading to union through that indescribable feeling called love is at some level the same, isn't it? which is why, radha krishna was brought up so many times i guess in ipk, only that they subverted the whole thing... she was his mami they say, and he the lover of thousands of gopis, they never married, yet was there ever a greater love epic in our land... what maturity thousands of years ago, that understanding of a feeling.

glad my chat with isspkaur helped you feel less lunatic.