Blast from the Past Thread #16, pg 128, epi 180 - Page 88

Originally posted by: indi52

my nineteen year old niece and i just finished a conversation about why we liked the screaming shouting manhandling mr raizada. and our feeling... a) we knew he was in pain himself, and b) somehow barun could sense and portray the tender beauty clean noble side of the man, even amid that chaos.

still, while many people felt there was no need for him to apologise, i did feel there was and i loved the way he chose to make a trip in the middle of the night to do it. i however did not feel the need for a major redemption thing and see how wrong you were asr track.

life. this happens that happens, no one's perfect, as long as there's love and respect finally, and an understanding, good enough.

everywhere, women are asked in various ways to be less, to curb, to hold back... this is the one thing i tell my daughter... never accept any situation where you are asked to be less. today i made her read the wiki entry on "misogyny," after five lines she said, her stomach felt queasy.

i love the mills and boon type, or at least the idea of him, but over the years, clear to me, i am not into being dominated. i liked the fact khushi always fought back... that sense of equal. you shut up (or that very sexy "shaat up" as hd75 says) and she replies after a few bouts of this, "aap shut up," nice. his equal. i always believed that is one of the reasons he fell for her, her guts, her indomitable trait, like him, he sensed she was like him... also that friction was exciting... no one spoke to him like that.

they made khushi into a what i have no idea. what the h was that mrs india thing... yes catering business anyday or even math tuition... but this?

love your post. i called my brother whom the mother doted on but pretended to be mad at... the blind spot. but then my dad had a thing for me i think, so it never really bothered me.

adam's rib, ah thesis can be written on that. or the song sung to the wife every sabbath in an observant jewish home... or the whole place of "bahu" in an idian home and the exalted position of "damad" the son in law... we need characters like asr in this world... for that rready to put up with some nastiness... woman enough to handle it.

biting? while hard kisses feel sort of exciting... uh huh to serious biting and things.

Originally posted by: sohara

we all are sailing in the same boat.

Originally posted by: cinthiann1758

While reading this I had a mixture of emotions. While being raised in the west to an Italian American family, my youngest sibling is male. I am the middle child, my parents eldest was also female. My brother was god especially to my mom. We still to this day call him the messiah. He could never do any wrong and he walked on water according to mom. Still, I never felt inferior, in a matter of fact I would fight for my rights to do things but I do remember me not being allowed to go away to college. I am not sure if it was that my parents couldn't afford it (which I very much doubt) or girls just didn't leave the house until they were married.

Anyway I got married at 20 to a hateful, abusive man- maybe I just wanted to escape. Needless to say you all know my story and I found my John because of it...now 32 years later!

What disappoints me is when I read the FF and all the girls write about someone biting them during lovemaking. This disturbs me, for I have heard of love nips but not the description of actual biting. Without going to deeply into this I "assume" (hate doing that), that this is an amorous part of the culture or is it the man's dominance over a woman? I know that when lions mate, the male bites the neck/shoulder of the female showing his dominance until she submits. Is not love suppose to be a sharing of each other in a beautiful way? So like I said it disturbs me and I apologize for bringing this matter up especially to our youngsters they do not need to hear this.

In IPK what disturbed me, was how attracted I was to the ASR character, whom I in my POV, was very abusive to Khushi in the beginning. He degraded her, physically man handled her and kept putting her "in her place". Why was I so attracted to this terrible man? But deep in my heart I knew he was hurt and his reactions were because of this. I still feel terribly guilty when I am attracted to the alpha, dominant male. I play the role of the lowly female/ lion awaiting domination.

I was watching a show called Jodha Akbar and I am ashamed to say I love it. There must be something deep in my core that calls out for the dominant male and I probably was raised not knowing that a woman does not have to be dominated.

Until we raise our daughters, (which unfortunately have none), with the belief that we are equals to men in all rights and aspects of this world, nothing will change. When G-d created us, the story in my Bible states that we came from the rib of man, formed so he would not walk this earth alone. People take that literally. A woman gave birth to the G-d, he would never exist without a woman! Men should remember this! LOL

AND finally I hated the Khushi of the last few episodes. I remember calling ArshiH and screaming about the Miss India contest. Just like Miss America, Miss World, Miss Universe what's the point? A woman's talent and beauty does not have to be judged at all. The CV's could have had Khushi run the tilffin business or join AR Designs to prove that point. Ughhh, absolutely hated it.

Our zany, cray girl was one to be admired. I never felt that she was not worthy of greatness and love. BTW of love the culture of the extended family and everyone living together. The mother-in-law in charge and all the women helping to run the household and caring for the family. This is a beautiful! But if a woman wants to be educated and go out to work why not? Some love to take care of family while others want to enter the business world, either way neither is wrong unless imposed and forced on someone.

Okay, my idle chatter and rant is done. I love and respect all you wonderful women of this thread and we know no matter what we are stronger than anyone thinks!

I Am Woman! Helen Reddy shared by elliculucille

Originally posted by: wiwy

So many stray thoughts...some of which i share with my Blaster friends as I read their posts

Not watching IPK episodes for dearth of time. That can be killing at times...for everyone. But the endearing analyses and the edits keep you going. Eternity!

IPK 2 out there.Uggh! So many serials copying our IPK. Our Ipk copied from others? But who can copy our Barunand Sanaya?! Bolo to!

Ages ago... Yes the doordarshan was ten times better than Star Plus. How many serials did we list? Humlog, Buniyaad, khandan, nukkad, Bharat ek khoj, yeh jo hai zindagi, fauji, dhoop kinare...

IPK. I come back to it. Yes I had a great time with barun in Pattaya! I went parasailing too. But not this time. Last time. Then walked on barun bed too! That was some experience! Sometimes i just love the thrill of being alone. Enjoying something just my way. Looking back in time there are many such moments I can think of. Issk, is having a serene time in Goa. Wish I was there too, with her but alone.

AD, say 'No' if need be. Best wishes.

Cyn, its important to know what you want, really want, does not matter who thinks what!

I am talking s##t. Time to write the next chapter of my story I think!😆

Originally posted by: indi52

love sonnet xi

i crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
silent and starving, i prowl through the streets.
bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
i hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

i hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the colour of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
i want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

i want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
i want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and i pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of quitratue.

~~~ pablo neruda~~~

the cinnamon peelers wife

if i were a cinnamon peeler
i would ride your bed
and leave the yellow bark dust
on your pillow.

your breasts and shoulders would reek
you could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you. the blind would
stumble certain of whom they approached
though you might bathe
under rain gutters, monsoon.

...

when we swam once
i touched you in water
and our bodies remained free,
you could hold me and be blind of smell.
you climbed the bank and said

this is how you touch other women
the grasscutters wife, the lime burners daughter.
and you searched your arms
for the missing perfume.
and knew
what good is it
to be the lime burners daughter
left with no trace
as if not spoken to in an act of love
as if wounded without the pleasure of scar.

you touched
your belly to my hands
in the dry air and said
i am the cinnamon
peelers wife. smell me.

~~~michael ondaatje~~~

episode 171

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a gust of wind, then music pours in... a rhythm in it, a knowledge. we are looking at a state of mind. hers. his. she may say whatever she likes but that she can't resist is pretty clear. the direction in many of these scenes was instinctive and lovely... just as you'd see it in your mind.

and he? two poems, both sensual to an ecstatic point, both about extreme love, came to mind. i have quoted them many times, and in both i find asr and khushi. tonight he was here to mark her it seemed to me. to be predator, to hunt. to make her his own, and no lingering doubts about that.

on the dark night of diwali, he had felt a desire he could neither understand, nor accept. but tonight it's different, he has made a journey, he still may not understand, but accept he does. he submits in that dance of his... reminds me so of spiritual submission, faith, religion, god. to give in first without "knowing," then should understanding come, wonderful, if not, one believes anyway. i think the gut reacts often before the heart and brain, instinct before emotion and intellect... 👏

so he danced.

if the desire expressed in teri meri took us to a spiritual plane almost, no matter how sensuous their undulating bodies, now it was time for the flesh and its desire... equally beautiful, powerful, pure, animal, tactile.

he was here to claim his woman, he was here because he so wanted to see her as she looked affected by him, still in the afterglow of their intense lovemaking before all. oh he knew what her state of mind would be... arnav singh raizada is no novice when it comes to women... and he can guage what effect he might have had on her. the difference this time, he's equally shaken, craving...

i crave your mouth, your voice, your hair...

have you seen how terrific that asymmetry of his lips looks in a mirror... cuts into the mind. funny how the mirror can see what we can't. right through this hold your breath sequence we kept seeing him in reflection. layers of images at times. wonder why... his inner self is here... and hers? both naked, unmasked? he willingly, she haltingly?

"
"main tumhe kha toh nahin jaoonga." i am not going to eat you...

i want to eat your skin like a whole almond. i want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body...

kha toh nahin jaoonga? i won't eat you? i am thinking what the. where did that come from? maybe he does wish to devour her, maybe she wants to be... oh ok it's just a turn of phrase, but here it's just so much more. please do devour each other you two... you have no option. this is how passionate your love is, i think neruda would have written a poem just for the two of you.


she has no idea what he's talking about, she's possibly forgotten all about the bet... everything... almost in a daze. the raw charge of male sexuality coming at her... intoxicating, scary almost. who can think clearly amid this.

. he just so loves looking at her.

director cuts for breathing break... for audience. with the mami bua story... it's face blackening time, in reply to bua ji finding out that her drink was spiked. hints of things to come? actually the night of the terrace, his judgment was spiked by shyam's venom... a world of difference between what he saw and what he thought he saw. and her reputation was ruined... blackened face as it were.

yet even in that state, somehow the dance continued.

we return to the forest of desire.

"shukriya... par..."

and he's not going to let her off the hook so easily, plus he seems to want to see her win the trophy, so...

"ab time waste karna band karo... aur jaldi neeche aa jao... sab wait kar rahe hain." stop wasting time now and come downstairs quickly... everyone is waiting for you.

he leaves.

and the heart beat is back, clutch your heart and hope to... what?

no need to ponder too long, for suddenly, without warning he's back, right before her, the mirror shows his approach... an air of purpose about him. yeah he's got an agenda. and if that smile is anything to go by, khushi ji had better get some oxygen ready.

when he comes and stops before her and his smile, his quiet dark gaze the mirror reflects back, i know i have found my most significant moment in the episode. everything that this episode wants to say seems to be here. it's the edit i've left between the two poems.

over the dhak dhak and the tender tones of music, he takes off the single pin that holds up her long silken strands and as her hair cascades down and frames her face, he looks at her enjoying the vision and quietly avers, "ab theek hai."

what an intimate gesture. he'd done the same thing in the kitchen of her home one day, but at that time possibly without thinking of how she'd look, more to save her from getting caught by hawk eyed mami ji. he'd done it with a sense of right then too, but not for his pleasure. that has changed. now, this is a deliberate gesture... to leave his mark on her. to tell her, she is his and somewhere she dresses and looks beautiful for him.

this is ownership. first i submit to you, then i own you. two key aspects of love.

whom would you allow that close? who would dare? well we know who would. but what will she do?

i am the cinnamon
peelers wife. smell me.

she looked demure and confused but she did not protest... and before she could come to a response, second assault... the sense of this man's timing... he knows exactly how long the opponent needs for the blow to sink in, then sweetly one more is delivered.

"waise yeh rang tumpe..." pause, get her tense... "utna bhi bura nahin lagta," grazing, granular huskiness. well that colour doesn't look... too bad on you either. what's the opponent to do but fall flat.

dhak dhaak dhakdhak, hold the gaze. let her feel the battle, let her grasp its intent.

and walk away.

cool. devastating. hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of quitratue.

when khushi returned, where was she headed? straight to her laad gov? khushi? payal stops her... itni der kyun laga di... beautiful tension between the two... he looks up the moment he hears her name... and then the touching of the ear... he with keen eyes has noticed one ear ring missing. always parts of her stay back to chat with him, or he leaves a key with her so she may never feel alone.

in his eyes at the end though, no sign of a game, just a desire that he has stopped fighting. letting her know that is all he wants to do.

the understanding of character that writers show here is wonderful. arnav singh raizada is a clever man who once he decides on something believes in going after it. not hang around waiting for things to come to him. from the very beginning this has been his way. now when he is ready to give in to khushi he will not delay anything, not sit ponder wait weigh, it will be act act act all the way.


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Originally posted by: ..Anita..

Episode 171

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Anita - finally i found thee! Silly of me not to go to Blaster's Index before😆😳

Enjoyed reading very much. The idea of "bionic ear", hilarious! Though have to say it was used ONLY when it suited them storytellers. Kitni bar i wished ASR could hear humari ladki and her mumbling but all we'd get from him was "WHA..." (T silent of course!😊) But Buaji is Buaji. Didn't miss a beat..heard every word...and got the pouch out...not of the lehenga but the sari...it is one, trust me!!😆 Loved your Buaji GIF above. What a killer face she makes at Maami!

And Khushi with her LG in the room. Hai. How many times am i going to rave! You are so right...He did look deeply satisfied there, getting desired results with every stroke play 😎 And the "Natraj ceremony", earring ishara and all...total killer. Khushi's performance there, i love each time i watch. She gets that look so right. Here, and then again back home with Jiji, in a daze, eating jalebi, Natraj next to Devi Maiyya...pitch perfect performance...though why Jiji of all people is oblivious to her sister's pareshaani, i do not quite understand. She should've known...even just a hint of it. "Anyway, let's go to sleep", is all she manages. You are right...which of these two is older??

Loved your take on the last scene with the twitchy end...Karma is precisely what you say it is😊

Originally posted by: IssPKaur

Wiwy the Wicked! Loved your Pattaya shots, particularly the shades of blue in the second one... wish you could come and hang in Goa man! I've lived here off and on...apney aap, on my own. Best way to get in touch with self at times 😊

Sharing a shot i took at dinner some hours ago...just...




And the crosses and tulsi-s you talk of, outside homes...not together...depending on whether it's a hindu village or a christian one, you see the predominance of one or the other. But there's one or the other outside a home. But the communities two, they co habit rather well...it's special actually.

Loving the chats that have been on here today⭐️⭐️ All the DD shows you're reminding me of...wow...those were the days of good television. Seriously.

See ya later... Story update comin up? Arre wah!