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episode 178
what if i lost you?
a head falling weightless to the steering wheel after seeing someone. a deep breath finally taken, a saans. an anger returning as large as the relief. a walk, a hand reaching out even before touching distance is achieved, an arched back, a face thrust forward, two hands gripping a dear dear face. eyes relentlessly searching, hungry. a voice ringing out in the night.
who is this you he could not lose?
the you he'd held out his arms one night, his eyes had seen her trembling lips.
the you who made him stop and stare and let music enter his life.
the you he'd hugged in the rain.
the you he'd looked back at in a storm.
the you he'd caressed without knowing why.
the you he'd carried home.
the you who accused him.
the you who galvanised him.the you he couldn't stop thinking of through the day.
the you he called out to in his sleep.
the you who'd amused him.
the you he'd left alone in the dark, only to regret.
the you he had so wanted to hold.
the you wrapped in fairy lights.the you whom he wanted.
the you he had berated.
the you he had to tie when she tried to leave.
the you he'd hurt.
the you he'd hurt with.
the you whom he'd yelled at saying she meant nothing at all.
the you he had dragged to him.
the you he had said faraq padta hai kyunki to.
the you he had danced with.
the you he'd kissed.
the you he had claimed.
the you who made him feel so lost.
what if he lost you.
EXCELLENT ROW OF FLASH BACKS OF WHO HE CAN'T AFFORD TO LOSE...HEART VS BRAIN...GAME IS GETTING HEATED NOW...
as though the whole story of love got told in that one violent, vehement, exclamation on a dark road. a plea in it, a declaration too. don't leave me ever, i can't live without you. this point on that part of the story will be told, there will be a "khushi" connecting heartbeats, a silent near death by a terrace treacherous, madness, mayhem, even hate... yet the journey will go inexorably to the the subtext of "what if i lost you?"
THAT'S WHERE WE ARE HEADING...HE CAN'T AFFORD LOSING HER...THIS IS THE DESTINY AND FATE...WHICH HE CLAIMS HE WRITES HIMSELF...THIS IS THE POINT WHERE HE HEADING WITH KHUSHI'S WORDS"AAP NE JO KUCH LIKHA HAI WOH DM NE AAP KA HAATH PAKAD KEH LIKHWAYA HAI....THE FIRST HALF HE WILL GO THROW TILL THAT HILLSIDE HOLDING HER LIFELESS IN HIS ARMS...TO REACH TO HER LAST ONE"PAR JISS DIN AAPKO PATA CHALE GA USS DIN WAHAN HUM NAHIN HONGE..."
don't ever leave me. main tumhare bina ji nahin paaoonga.
this was the moment of the whole episode for me. in it, brilliant writing and acting and everything. a certain sophistication not expected in a not too high budget tv serial. not just because of the suv and a dapper man in gray, or a lovely young woman with not at all typical indian looks doing an indian middle class girl. just in that moment... in the body language of the actors, in the grain in the voice, in the silence around, in the night... what a way to bring things to a head.👏👏👏
arnav singh raizada is terrified of losing people he loves. so much, he has decided he will not love again. yes, the betrayal by his father was crucial in coming to this decision. but the behemoth hurt that a young heart felt when he lost his maa, the crushing force of it, perhaps that's why a young boy said... it was better not to love... better not to lose anyone. again.
yet, whether he calls it love or not, it has come to open his heart and live there. the pearl has come to the ocean and gather it close he must. his very existence, his ebb and flow his high and low depend on it.
just that she has no idea why he panics so, and if he does why doesn't he tell her the reason for it. somewhere from that first fall she too had gotten involved in feelings she can't fathom. they're is deep, they're mysterious, they are faintly frightening, so she uses her little ploys to keep it all at bay. why can't she hate this man who has hurt her so much? he kisses her with right. what right does he have really? yet she can't stop him... or even create a scene. all she can do is run away in utter confusion and excitement and hear her dhakdhaks. her first kiss.
then he protects her, ties her dori, yet the next minute says, she and nk make a perfect pair. both half mad and half clumsy! yet look at him staring at her like that. she has no idea why he fears losing someone so much, that she will begin to understand much later. she needs to know why he says what he says, why he worried so much, why he looks at her like that. why that "mujhe laga... maine tumhe kho diya," breaks her heart with its fear, its love.
yes, love, she does feel it somewhere in the night, in his eyes, his hands grabbing her, jerking her close, shaking her at every sentence, she feels it and she needs to hear it from the man who'd said she means nothing at all.
she doesn't make a difference to him.
she has been through too much...
"mujhe laga... mujhe laga maine tumhe kho diya..." i thought, i thought i'd lost you, he's choking with fear.
he grabs back his anger. "aur tum yahan... tum yahan... cha..."
she's terrified by this sudden appearance and barrage of gussa... her lips move but no words form... she has no idea what she wants to tell him.
fabulous emotions, swirling breaking rising crashing, the many many many avatars of love
he can't hold himself back anymore, his whole body arches as he thrusts forward and takes her head in his hands...
he's falling apart... "agar uss ambulance mein tum hoti toh?..." if you were in that ambulance...
"what if i lost you...!" his voice flies again, into the night, not caring who hears who doesn't.
the unthinkable hangs between them. the music ends... just him and her, he is still cradling her head, needing her so much, she is holding on to her chana.ARNAV'S CONFESSION OF HIS FEELINGS FOR HER IS THROWING ALL THE SHADES OD FEAR AND LOVE...ABOVE ALL THE PANIC WHICH HE'S BEEN RUNNING AWAY SINCE THE AGE 14 IS ALL HERE...HE CAN DAMAGE HER, SHATTER HER, BLEED HER YET CAN'T GO AWAY FROM HER AND WON'T LET HER GO EITHER..."APNE DIL KI BAAT KEH DIJYE..." WILL COME LATER...ON HOLI ...BUT SHE WANTS TO HEAR SO BADLY AND THAT'S WHY SHE BECOMES QUIET AFTER THAT...
unable to take this tension, this unstated right, this whole feeling anymore, she pushes his hands away with a swift violent movement.OF COURSE SHE IS SCARED ...SHE IS RUNNING AWAY FOR A LONG TIME FROM THIS SIDE OF HIS...BUT NOW SHE WANTS TO EMBRASE IT ...SHE WANTS HIM TO EMBRASE HER WITH ALL THE FEELING WHICH ARE MAKING BOTH OF EM RESTLESS...AFTER THE KISS ON BOTH SIDES THEY BOTH ARE BECOMING OPEN BOOK...MORE THAN EVER...
she steps back, "agar aisa hua bhi hota... toh... hamara hi accident hota... aapko kya faraq padta hai?"
and if such thing had happened, so what? i'd have had an accident. what difference does it make to you?
she so needs to know
he looks at her enraged and in disbelief... "faraq nahin padta? of course, faraq padta hai, dammit!" doesn't make a difference, of course it does, dammit.
an aggressive , consuming anger.
she wants answers. now. "kyun? faraq kyun padta hai..." why? why does it make a difference?
"kyunki..." because! and that day of the engagement ring returns. then too he'd stopped here, completely taken aback. not sure, not being able to see what's happening.
the music returns to fill the silence.
she looks at him seeking an answer he cannot give. he takes a couple of steps back. breaks eye contact... looks away. rabba ve.
khushi walks ahead of him to the suv and before he can open the door, gets in and slams the door shut.
he watches her in her huff from the outside... tender music reflecting a flow of feelings unrestrained...
he's relieved, happy, concerned, wanting to take care and yet angry still, the agony still not all drained. or so it seems to me.
he walks stylishly around the car and gets in... looks at her, long and considering, fixes his belt... eyes on her. she sits looking straight ahead, angry. why is he not saying the word.
AB KYA BOLOON...ASR KYUON NAHIN BOLTI WOH...KYA BOLTA TU...ANSWER HER STRAIGHT DAMMIT WHY IT MATTER...WHY SHE MATTERS...
as his music comes on... he drives off. this strained lovers' tiff like atmosphere. heat building. needs to resolve, there must be a fight or an intense love making or both.
"khushi, tumhari seat belt..." khushi, your seat belt...
she is ignoring him of course. haven't i been to this place before. haven't you?
he stops the car to make sure the belt is on,
"khushi, tumse kitni baar kahna padega apni seatbelt pahno... khushi jab main tumse baat kar raha hoon toh..." khushi, how many times must i tell you to put on the belt... when i'm talking to you...
she moves her dupatta and shows the belt. passive aggression. i like. needed i guess to balance the fire breathing dragon type in one's life.
she's looking at her bangles, so happy. he watches her struggle... little mean asr smile...
I LOVE HIM HERE ,JUST LIKE A TEENAGER...😊
"toh nk ko tumhare kalai ka size bhi nahin pata..." so nk doesn't know your wrist size... oh he's delighted, no one can do things the way asr does you see.
"kamse kam churiya kharidne ka khayal toh aaya unhe... aah!" at least he bought them... aah!
he slams on the breaks, looking at her, a rush in him...
glass lodged in her arm.
he loses his cool instantly... "pagal ho gayi ho tum... agar tumhe pata tha churi tumhari size ki nahin hai toh pahni kyun... dammit, tumhe kuch ho jata toh, tumhari nas kat jaati toh..."
are you mad? if you knew the bangles weren't the right size, why are you wearing them? dammit, if something had happened to you? if you'd cut your vein?
again that "what if i lost you?"
exasperated she says, "toh kya ho jata!" so what would have happened!
SHE WANTS ANSWER ...WHY DO YOU CARE...IT'S IN THE 180...WHERE HE SAID 'TUMHARE HAR SAWAL KA JAWAB DAINA ZAROORI NAHIN HAI..." AND SHE WILL UNDERSTAND LATER"AAP KO KUCH BOLNE KI ZAROORAT NAHIN HAI..."
two other thoughts on this episode.
significant things happen to them often on the road. many realisations, many milestones here. apart from economy as roads don't cost the earth to set up, is the journey metaphor a reason for this? or is it just... just like that.👏👏
the yellow parts and the blue parts... one was all about an individualistic state of being. the other about being a part of a whole, a society, where the individual recedes and social norms are in command. a girl with a broken wedding is a massive issue. a scene such as was executed by the desperate manorama is possible. no one screams and says, i'll do what i think is right, i'll marry whom i please. certainly not akash. and payal takes it to another extreme with her decision not to marry if sasuma doesn't want it. only one person in thsi entire lot has the streak of individualism her grandson proudly bears. nani ji. so she is the one who resolves everything and gets mano to agree because she believes this marriage is good for her other grandson. there was a questioning of this "group" oriented behaviour through out ipk. creators definitely believed in individualism that considers the group but is not dominated by it, nor submerged. khushi initially was like that too... otherwise how would asr fall for her. 😆 but once the deed was done, ah, now let's make her into just a role, forget the individual.
INDI EXCELLENT👏 RIDE TO FLASH BACKS ON THIS ROAD OF JOURNEY OF LOVE OF THESE TWO...WHY DOES SHE MATTER?
INDEED TIME ,DESTINY, PROXIMITY, AND THE ENVIRONMENT OF MARRIAGE ALL PLAY A BIG ROLE...HIS CONVULSIVE PAST LOSING LOVED ONES AT THE AUSPICIOUS MOVEMENT BRINGS BACK ALL THE TRAUMATIC HEARTFELT EMOTIONS IN HIM...AND HE THOUGHT THE WORSE...LOVE THAT SCENE...SAW IT MILLION TIMES YET CAN'T GET OVER...
THNX FOR THIS LOVELY RIDE...MY COMMENTS ARE IN CAPS...😊
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