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Posted: 11 years ago

#841

Originally posted by: indi52

hi ad,

these are really cool...

i liked what made them all hot and bothered in the ac ad. 😳 and the lip wiping shot in the chocolate ad has me in a state... the look in his eyes, oh silkier than even chocolate.

AD loved both the advts chocolate one too good

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supriya

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Posted: 11 years ago

#842

episode 180

- very nice

she laughed at him, he wiped his haldi off with her dupatta, he opened her hair, she kissed him, he felt lost, she felt lost, he wanted to be with her, she left with another man, he worried about her, he thought he'd lost her, she wanted to know why it mattered, he couldn't tell her, she was mad at him, he pulled a glass piece out of her wrist, she felt things, he gave her bangles, she wore them, his first gift to her, her first smile for him though she had no idea, she fainted, he fretted. - flattering 😳

what a day it's been in the life of asr and khushi. or should one say in their love life... or hate love life. and now with this cheap and simple prop... bangles... one of the sweetest episodes ever. so quintessentially boy meets girl romance. heady sweet sexy naughty, saucy, you wonder when it will happen to you. and if it's happened already you recall details of those early days of i like you do you like me? - aw ...tht nice 😊

only at the end of a day like this you don't usually bump into jeeja ji while stalking out of a tryst by a pool.

that meeting at the end gives the episode structure, a depth, a sophistication (okay, not that with a certain waistcoat man around there's any dearth of it). in good design, nothing is wasted, if possible it serves more than one purpose. here we have a day where the romance grew, as did the anti-romance. shyam had to see all this for him to get desperate and strike. - i somehow enjoy him witnessing Arnav nd Khushi blossoming love 😆

otherwise, it was all about the silly little things that lovers pine for, get angry over, fight over, make up over and then fight over again... nani ji and anjali did tell us last episode about this chooha billi, mouse and cat pair.- 😆 i loved nani nd anjali...they were fun

this is their way, got to fight, got to make up , got to get all mushy, then fight like hell again. to fight is to engage, to feel each other's anger, to be touched by it, be sparked by it, it's really a way to be intimate, feel each other's hold, that thing called faraq.☺️ - adorable indi

and now a man paces... a purpose in his gait. he is waiting for someone... most impatiently, and also eagerly. lovely music in the background.

a fire sizzles in him. and a havan gets going, flames leaping.👏

this man is not a havan attending sort, so his sister does wonder why he hangs about here. the fun elder sisters can have watching their dude, don't care bros falling flat for jhalli babes. - 😆 awesome 😉

would you like to go to your room? no need to be here, says helpful sis.

no, if you need anything, i'll be here, "agar kuch chahiye toh i'm here," answers determined bro.

sis smiles.

and jhalli is here.

so you didn't answer her question when she asked whether you'd given the bangles... so now see what she does. she sees him and knows he wants to see those bangles, and so the game begins.

no bangles for you, laad gov🤣. her arms are under the ubiquitous dupatta. especially after seeing he is looking for them... again that hide and seek, that ankh micholi.

👍🏼

his eyes on her, she looks away, lovely interlude, he cranes his neck a bit to see, she looks up... he turns away... so very boy girl... in any language, any age, anywhere on earth... she's all nakhra, he arrogance... - too good ⭐️

suddenly a little peek at her hand with the mehendi, "a" for aphrodisiac in it, looks like it's all working well.

he pretends he is not looking... oh that characteristic swing of the head. denial denial denial. the slightest glimmer of a knowing smile on khushi's face. this game she is going to win. she knows he is a goner. true, khushi muses later why he was so upset, who'd have thought he'd give her bangles, but the game she plays you really only play with the boy who likes you and whom you like. somewhere she knows what it's all about. -very well said 😳

woman's instinct. she was always a woman to him, for him. child woman maybe, but woman nonetheless.

om keshavaya nama swaha, om govindaya namah swaha... we are praying to krishna, and the kanha games are on... radha krishna and their many little games. him torturing her by pretending not to care, her paying him back... a whole picture in my head from childhood tales. and now these two are at it.

snake is in a bad mood... two men before fire burn with passion. one valid and beautiful no matter how arrogant and highhanded the man. the other patently wrong, disgusting in fact even if he is a soft spoken man with much knowledge of the shastras and the ways of an esteemed hindu family.

the arrogant one keeps peering at the lovely girl who won't play ball. he never tires of looking at her... such delightful desperation in a young lover's heart. - too good 👏
when will she look at me, when will i see the bangles i gave on her arm? till now he's given expensive bags with an indulgent air to girl friends. now for a girl who is not even a girl friend he's gone out at night and picked up of all things shiny bangles because she likes them and he wants to adorn her. what an intimate sort of feeling.

bangles have so much significance, both culturally and for him personally. husbands give bangles to wives, wives in many parts of india, never keep their arms bare, their bangles a sign of marriage. and for him, the sound of his mother's kangan, it brings peace. maybe he wants to hear khushi's bangles clink, subconsciously he's seeking that peace perhaps. it's been years since he felt it. he locks himself away because everything hurts, but with this crazy radiant girl, somehow he wants to open up, wants to feel, take a risk even...⭐️

however light and rom com in style, to watch arnav singh raizada in this mood is somehow terribly touching. the meanie has an extraordinary sweetness within him, a giant heart that is so ready to love.😳

to tell us all is not well, no matter how light the air, the director shows us shyam is watching asr watching khushi. feels like a violation really.

if rabba ve trills in asr's world, snake music raises its head in shyam's. a feeling of the garden of eden here... adam just can't leave eve alone, nor she him... and the serpent watches, thinking of away to spoil the beauty.

again she looks at him, he looks away, she folds her hand deeper in the dupatta... she is going to win this one she's sure...

and it's prashad time, the astute game player has an idea...

he takes the plate from di's hands, goes to khushi wrapped in dupatta and offers a laddoo and a look.

a look that says, i will win... give up, kkg.😃

this is asr. everything has an element of win lose. in his being, his whole system... he can't let go of that. the mazaa, the zing of life is in it... and he ain't gonna be a pushover, so no he won't answer her, but he will see her arms gleaming with his bangles, his first gift to her. it felt as though he wanted to be part of her life, her beauty. he feels an inordinate amount of happiness at the joy of this crazy pompom chic he can't live without... such a huge faraq padta hai in all that we see.

and thanks to buaji, hai re nand kissore, prasad must be taken without daag on dupatta... uh huh kkg, you got to give it to the devil, he's got you.

but not to worry... she's not sanka devi for nothing.

oh the look on his face when he sees them bangles... understated smile, overwhelmed by happiness... made his day. looks at her face, that same tender smile just a bit of that shatir thing...👏

a gentle breeze, rabba vey is rising around them, a few strands of her hair fly... little touches by an adept director to show the state of two hearts, surrounded by the whole world they are in a private place where there's you me and chooriya, rabba vey fades all else out.

she has to acknowledge, connect, smile back a bit. there's triumph in his look but also too much love to not feel it...even if he won't say it.

and eyes won't stop talking... the world goes about its business.

nani and di are the other two watching the romance, and they are at a 180 degrees from shyam, utterly thrilled.🤣

she wants to know if he gave her the bangles. of course, she knows he did... but here's the thing, she wants to hear him say it. acknowledge. kya faraq padta hai aapko. chhoriyan aapne di? they are the same question in a way... asking him to admit. something. what?

"bataiye na aap hi ne kharidi thi?" tell me, did you buy them, she persists, appearing by him suddenly.

he turns around... not giving in... "kya kharidi thi?" bought what?

awkward search by her... then, "chooriyan?"

"maine? ah i don't know what you're saying." yeah, right.

madam is upset. enough. "iss baar hum aapko bina jawab diye, jaane nahin denge." this time i won't let you go without replying.

the group photographs are being taken by nk and she goes on the offensive... irritate him with chooriyan.

"chhoriyaan hain" these are bangles.

"haan toh!" and so! he isn't budging. her antics amuse him i think.

"bataiye na...!" tell me...

he leaves.

on to a little fun with nk. who gave you these bangles, khushi ji?

"arnav ji" she yells and completes, "also doesn't know... must ahve fallen from the sky."

in a hilarious scene where writers decided to have a good time, nk tells asr to look at his snaps... he's looking so handsome... nk sound genuinely pleased that he could manage to make asr look nice. i am rolling on the floor. "yeh dekho, tum, nice you're looking nice!!"

di has been watching bro the whole time... she decides to have a spot of fun too, and why not. khushi ji, arre wah, you're wearing nice bangles.

"bekaar vayat aur ghatiye..." don't sit nicely, bad colour. kkg has a list of complaints against these useless and rubbish bangles.

the man looks up. his sis suppresses a smile. oh the games people play.

the only reason she wears them is because she doesn't want to leave her arms bare.

he is seething.

di sees her bro, and sens kkg to pick up something from the poolside, something that si of course not there. then she sits and counts...
tik tik one... tik tik two...

of course, he strides out after that pest of a bangle wearer.

"agar chooriyan itni hi napasand hai toh uthakar phenk kyun nahin deti?" straight to the point at the poolside, if you dislike the bangles so much why don't you throw them away.

he's here, she is perturbed... trapped...

"ghar tak pahunchne ka intezaar kyun kar rahi ho..." why are you waiting to get home?

oh he's hurt and angry by her words. a little skirmish, nice strategy really.

"kissi aur ke chooriyon se itna pyaar? aap arnav sigh raizada hi hai ya unke sar pe chada hua eksau do bukhar." the brilliant dialogue writer was in today... so much in love with someone else's bangle, is that asr or the 102 temperature on his head? - i agree...wonderful dialogue...nd this is somethin i can nvr bored of

"aur waise bhi, yeh chooriya theek se nahin baith rahi hai," and anyway they don't sit properly...

"perfect fit hai..." emphatic, angry. i am surprised the forum didn't go into paroxysms of laughter over the perfect fit thing. in the tradition of "thoda dard hoga," and "ho gaya," now "perfect fit hai." when you have all those restrictions on showing explicit sex, and clever, slightly exhibitionistic writers, you get this not too bad college boy humour i guess.

"aap ko kaise pata aapne kabhi chooriya pehni hain kya?" how do you know, have you ever worn bangles...

then taken aback at her own temerity and the thunder on his face, she steps back... but insists, you have to tell me.

"excuse me?" immediate comeback from her angry young man, "batana hoga?! yeh khushi kumari gupta bol rahi hai ya har waqt usske sar pe chada hua pagalpan."

have to tell you? is this kkg talking or the ever present madness on her head?

nice.

i have won the bet, she insists.

a beautiful look, like handling a tantramatic child, sweetest voice, "kaunsi shart," which bet? - aww 😃

the kkg "o" appears, what! you've forgotten so quickly, but you can't not do what you said you would, so i will make you do this..

he nods sexily, says just one word, husky and out to get everyone... "kya!"

sanaya's super mobile face, couldn't catch the dandanake... eye flash, goes into overdrive.

you have to answer my question.

"poochho." ask. again one word. loving teasing teklling her she's gorgeous... yes all of that. the two contenders stand facing each other arms folded.

music changes... little flutters of anticipation and fear and butterflies? zero hour is here...

"kya aapne humare liye chooriya kharidi thi?" did you buy me those
bangles?

👏

smart little shake of head... "haan..." sand voice, noncommittal...

hey hey...

it takes her breath away.

just one word... haan... yes. so much in that "yes."

"tumhare liye chooriyan maine hi kharidi thi..." he continues, i bought those bangles for you.

sanka is speechless.

finally when she can talk, a little huge question, "kyun?" why?

tremulous, worried excited mixed up, on the edge of the precipice, knowing a deep abyss looms ahead, she will never ever get out of it.

he turns and walks away. oh what a move.

arre i'm asking you something.

beautiful raizada music...

"shart ke hisaab se tum mujhse ek cheez karwa sakti ho... aur tumhare ek sawal ka jawab mai de chuka hoon... deal done... shart khatam"

according to the bet you can make me do one thing, and i have given the answer to your one question... deal done.

then, her remarks still rankling, he continues, revealing exactly how much this means to him, "aur agar chooriya itni napasand hai toh inhe utar ke..."

and if you dislike the bangles so much then take them off and...

she cuts in urgently, "aur agar achhi lag rahi ho toh..." what if i like them?

"toh pahle kyun kaha ki.." then why did you say that...

because i wanted you to admit you'd bought them

"maan chuka hoon," i have admitted...

good thing that you did.

"theek hai toh pahenkar rakho..." ok then keep wearing them...

"shayad aap theek se dekh nahin rahe hain... par maine yeh chooriya pahni hui hai," maybe you can't see properly, but i am wearing the bangles. she snaps and holds up her arm... how she loved those glass bangles, he had bought them for her, oh they made her feel so good.

and his eyes fall on those bangles on her arm again and his heart melts, at least his eyes say so.😳

- lovely 👏

and the handling... a little hot, a little girly, one minute up next down, playing deal making fighting... if this is not love making i'll never know what is.

in the hallway, mami ji unleashes unnecessary venom... however nk manages to get a priceless thing out of it... "makeupiya without tuchupiya."

mamiji's "repeat telecast" makes me wonder, repeat of what?

here a question is repeated. "kyun?" she asks again in that lover like way... why did you buy me the bangles? or was she asking why do you love me so much?

"aapne humare liye, choriyan kyun kharidi?"

rabba ve rose, his heart stopping turn, would he say why?

how his eyes softened as they landed on her, they always call out, especially when she isn't looking. an adult experienced man who's known women and desire, now thrown into the whirlpool of a deeper emotion... that makes him lose control. something so tender in that.

she is but a child in these matters, her very first stirrings of a serious feelings for a man... a time to play...

he walks up to her, he is about to say something... then a considering look and he looks away...

you can sense him taking a decision...why... is this his last fight with a feeling?

"tumhare her sawal ka jawab dena zaroori nahin hai..." it's not necessary to answer all your questions. soon he will say that agin to her, but in circumstances drastic and dark. not lovely and light like tonight.

he walks off, she turns indignant, her arm goes up to push back her hair, and the sound of bangles...

she looks happy, shy, so happy.

he comes out and bangs into somebody... "i am sorry, jija ji."

- the edit is too good

what an epsiode...👍🏼

the most gossamer fine, dupatta like romance with a sparkle of gota in it... endless intimacies... light and frothy... then the lick of danger... fire.👏

"tumhare har sawal ka jawab dena zaroori nahin hai," soon he will refuse to answer questions more important than why did you buy these bangles.

as you can tell probably, i went a bit ballistic doing bangle edits.

Indi your cat nd mouse fights was adorable...it was light hearted mushy romance boy meets girl...i lik you do you lik me? 😳loved tht line
most adoringly written update ...your words your writtin tell a diff love story all together...wonderful ⭐️👏⭐️

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Arshidiehardfan

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Posted: 11 years ago

#843

Originally posted by: chalhov
AD loved both the advts chocolate one too good

Indi: Di, Your words made me blush... Aww...

Chalhov: Thank you di 😊

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Crazy4IPK

@Crazy4IPK

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Posted: 11 years ago

#844

Originally posted by: Arshidiehardfan
If possible have a look at it blasters... I made these for LG & dairy milk silk ads 😊

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-R5zya7Ohg

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abMHe33Rh_Y

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This is cool ad.

Loved it.

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Arshidiehardfan

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Posted: 11 years ago

#845

Originally posted by: sohara
This is cool ad.
Loved it.

Thank you Sohara 😊

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supriya

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Posted: 11 years ago

#846

episode 181

he paces in his room, bothered. and he remembers siren, ambulance, "stop!" "khushi!! khushi!!!"

it usually happens in the oddest of places, at least that's what i've found. the major realisations of our lives, the big ones, that define us, how unexpected is the way they come, and the place and moment when things hit you.👍🏼

the writers' and director's instincts here are unerring. and as usual the actor raises it to the level of breathtaking.

happened to him as he bent to pick up a file... an ordinary, everyday moment, yet suddenly it took him on an extraordinary ride and landed him on another planet. the planet of khushi, with an exhale rustling up the "kh" every time, a sense of happiness in the very way the name of the lover is said.

something about asr reminds me of, and don't ask me why, the little prince. the boy full of wonder who was in love with a capricious rose and who had an innocence and wonder in his heart that would confuse and unsettle adults. one of the most tender books i've read. forgotten a lot, but goodreads gave me this long quote... want to put it here. i am trying to feel the wonder in his mind, as he goes through the moments of realisation.

and once he does, his feelings for her are so like the little prince's for his rose. when i think how that must have been wrenched and roiled on that terrace.

anyway... the quote:

the little prince went away, to look again at the roses.
"you're not at all like my rose," he said.
"as yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one.
you're like my fox when i first knew him.
he was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes.
but i have made a friend, and now he's unique in all the world."
and the roses were very much embarrassed.
"You're beautiful, but you're empty," he went on. "one could not die for you.
to be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you -the rose that belongs to me. but in herself alone she's more important
than all the hundreds of you other roses:
because it is she that i have watered;
because it is she that i have put under the glass globe;
because it is for her that i've killed the caterpillars
(except the two or three we saved to become butterflies);
because it is she that i have listened to, when she grumbled,
or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing.
because she is MY rose."
antoine de st. exupery

flashbacks in his mind... khushi is shouting at him, "agar aisa hua bhi hota, humara hi accident hota, aapko kya faraq padta..

he hollers back, "of course faraq padta hai dammit."

a swallow at the images, it's all beginning to come together, he steps back and lets go... sitting back on his lounger. his eyes close and his sister's words come to him. i liked the fact that the only person who matters to him emotionally in this world, introduces the idea. in the fit of romance, fam is often forgotten, but ipk remembered fam gives colour and depth to romance.👏 a selfish little only you me world gets suffocating and mean. love doesn't thrive there. there is a private world but it never shuts the doors and windows to a larger world with circles and networks of emotions and ties.

"dekhna jis din tumhare zindagi mein woh ladki aaygi na... jiske bina tumhari dhakane ruk jaaygi... jiske bina tum jee nahin paoge... tumhe aisa lagega agar woh tumhe na mili na.. toh tumhari saansey hi ruk jaygi..."

his sister says things he has always found easy to shrug off with eyes rolling and laughter, well she does sound a bit batty, but she speaks the truth... if you believe in the kind of love i do believe in, that is...

you'll see some day that girl will come without whom your heartbeat will stop... without whom you won't be able to live... you'll feel as though if you can't have her, your breathing will cease.

okay, stomach holding laughter stuff, but as i said, sach not jhoot. baat sirf viswaas ki nahin hai, baat sach hai. sorry khushi ji, stole your lines.

director goes for a lovely sound bridge and the girl his sis had said would arrive one day is walking around in her yard, in a dreamy happy mood among swaying sarees hung out on the clotheslines she walks outside, hair flying, pensive, a wind on the rise.

he walks up to his window... the windows of his room, places of reverie... he reflects on things here, sometimes staring at the water outside. here it had to really hit him. lovely direction. especially the exact moment, we see him in his reflection, against black, his lip dragging down in the image as it does... a certain power to his face with that flaw, that asymmetry.

our face in the mirror, a sort of confrontation with our inner selves. in that instant he touches her with his feelings and connects with his own self too... or so i felt. he stopped running, he leveled. once and for all.

he heard the dil ki dhakane his sister spoke of at last... dhak dhak dhak dhak... he saw his own reflection, a funny sort of concern, what's this... and then the realisation...

just one word... "khushi!"

it seemed to merge with a gust of wind.

spectacular moment wrought by an actor.

the wind rose and carried the message to her... anyone seen pocahontas? the wrap of breeze and leaves?

- i lik this shot 👏

she clutched her heart. it hit her straight there. she's disturbed, it's such a loud thudding now... hints of telepathy already here. actually they've often felt same things at the same time. happens in many love stories... who would have thought they'd take all that and convert it to a magical telepathic conversation one day and two actors would just go all out to make us believe this actually happened. lovely. - truly said ⭐️

there's no denying anymore, he swallows.

she thinks of him holding her bangles, caressing them, owning them, owning him... he's yelling at her, who do you think you are... i thought... i thought i lost you... what if i lost you...

she's bewildered, though within her a woman already has all the answers, but her conscious i guess has to grow and evolve to what the subconscious has grasped and processed. again that moment of realisation coming when it is time for it to come.

"woh itna gussa kyun the... aur humari itni fikr..."
why was he so angry? and so much concern for me?

she thinks of him shouting at her out of tremendous concern, why did you try those bangles, what if you got hurt, what if you slit a vein...

"aur yeh chhooriya?" and these bangles?

he had admitted he had indeed bought these for her. oh the tenderness of these moments.

music enters, happy, dancing, and rises, her heart is full of a feeling so beautiful, she plays with her bangles and expresses it all...

"kuch waqt pehele agar kissine humse kaha hota ki arnav singh raizada ek din humare liye chooriyan kharidenge toh him bilkul vishwas nahin karte.. shyayad has has ke pagal ho jaate..."

if a while back anyone had told me that asr would one day buy me bangles, i'd have never believed... i'd have gone mad laughing.

instead she's laughing and deliriously happy at this moment.

two beautiful scenes interlocked telling the story of a heady passionate love.

that scene of asr's realisation and a morning walk... this episode were about these two things to me. the serious internalising of a truth that will change a man's life. and then a walk with a smile from the heavens above on a lover's face... there is perfection on this earth. everything need not be a compromise.👏

natty man in brown suit, white shirt. nk rushes about with camera... shadi ka joda and gehne have to reach the gupta house... nk almost steals this chance too... di panicked...

then he stepped in smartly and took the tray, aww that little rush suddenly, letting his guard drop, showing his determination...

nk of course asks, "why are you all crushing me?" when he meant to say, "why are you all staring at me?"

choor... crushing... yes some dreams will be crushed soon. that "choor" in the middle of such a happy morning, a slightly evil writer's hint maybe? haww.

"main bhi ussi taraf ja raha hoon..." he's going her way...

fun music, i can watch him almost lunge forward and pip nk to the post a million times... the man of action... he knows now why he feels things for that crazy girl. he will act on it.

"nk, tum sari decorations samhal lena..." nk, you take care of the decorations... while i go get the babe, is left unsaid but clearly meant. poor nk.

"haah, (sigh) copycat, nannav," karan goddwani has got nk so so right. cool dude "phoren" with a slightly effeminate air, an incredible innocent clean sweetness, i see karan in scenes from other shows, he is again a good actor with an ability to enter character. 😃 - he is fun

"mera excuse chura liya..." stole my excuse moans nk. shyam watches, urgency growing. nani and di are thrilled. di says she will go to mandir... shyam must act.

the direction and storytelling in these episodes are tight and concentrated, not a shot wasted. and a clever and satisfying juxtaposition of rising romance and growing more tense evil.

"ai dekho nand kissore ai gaye..." so asr was directly referred to as nand kissore. interesting. he is the ocean, he is the lord. and barun is the lord of the oceans, arnav... maha interesting.

he sits there looking around for her... she seems to be not around, the poor fellow gets ready to leave... main chalta hoon.

and the on a deadly look back, his trademark palat, he hears... "khushi bitiya bahar hi hai..." khushi is outside managing all the work.

and we come outside. what a sight... lots of onion tomato chilli... very khoosie bitiya ingredients.

she's talking to cooks, getting things done, most natural acting by sanaya... lovely shots really. unpretentious, sunny, happy. - well said 👏

- lovely edit...tht lazy romance type...very nice

he walks out onto the verandah and comes looking, eyes hungry.
as he reaches the corner, he sees her. just look at that expression.

😳

and of course music comes tumbling in just like jill. it rejoices with its pure happy notes... ting ting ting ting hey hey.

- wonderful 👏

he stands there as she with her back to him keeps working... he stands their gazing, happy, joyous actually, eyes lit with love, a slight smile, he could stand here forever.

he starts walking down the verandah. rabba vey comes together and plays.

she still has no idea, just working, smiling to herself... delightful.

he pauses... looking and loving.

you got to love this man loving that woman.😃

and suddenly as she walks toward the verandah, he is in her peripheral vision range, something registers and dhak dhak dhak dhak. she clutches her heart.

she closes her eyes. when she opens them... the gust of wind is here... and she looks and sees him.

- too good

hey hey.

again so minutely detailed and crafted this scene, the feeling of pride in work and great instinct for storytelling are evident.

both stand staring at each other... then the world's most beautiful walk, on a verandah in jamna paar lakshmi nagar, and a courtyard outside.

eyes locked, smiles bemused, hearts beating at same pace, they walk in
unison on a parallel track which will beat all mathematical theorems and assertions and meet at a point...

he smiles at her... she smiles back. a simple exchange. a completely new and shimmery note in their interaction.

both so gentle and tender and just sussing things.

of course then comes the moo and the chaos of pattal plate... just an ipk thing. take the viewer to intensity, through anger tempest temper tenderness whatever, then lighten the load.

keep it weird...all a bit ajeeb, that watchword and supremely magnificently hatke.

"hey bhagwan yeh humne kya kar diya... sab aapki galati hai..." oh g what have i done, all your fault, she rages at him, but all pouty and nakhra queen.

"excuse me, gai ko pattal tumne khilaye isme meri kya galati hai..."😆 you fed the plates to the cow and how is it my fault, he took his asr stance, but in the most uff flirtatious way.

"par dhyan toh..." but my attention was.. oh oh kkg, the truth is out and the man with stick out ears can hear it all.

he would have pushed for more with that walk down the steps and again, tell me how is it my fault, but a look at her face and she gets her concern.

so the man takes charge.

"okay just relax..." first time he said "relax" i think... i could just close my eyes and feel happy for a long while with just that.

"khushi, main pattal le aya..." off he goes a gets some pattal plates... a truckload, just enough for twenty people. but tomorrow he'll do something even more astounding. ah, when a man loves a woman. or a little prince loves his rose.

(edit: thanks, issk, for the correction and pinpointing exact location of lashmi nagar)

and why must some people smile like that at a girl who gives them acidity.

this was a sweet review...
your edits are amazing...colors clarity too good 👏
but please do tell me more abt your novel...of the prince loves his rose

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indi52

@indi52

Stunner

+ 6

Posted: 11 years ago

#847

Originally posted by: chalhov
That's it Indi that's why I chose it love hate both very strong feelings hate sometimes more wide feeling then love.

and ASR is this not what is going on in his mind though he gives the reason of Di to himself can he acknowledge this feeling to himself this song exactly what is going on in his mind

Tum Agar Mujhko Na Chaaho To Koi Baat Nahin
Tum Kisi Aur Ko Chaahogi To Mushkil Hogi
Ab Agar Mael Nahin Hai To Judaai Bhi Nahin
Baat Todi Bhi Nahin Tumne Banai Bhi Nahin
Yeh Sahara Hi Bahut Hai Mere Jeene Ke Liye
Tum Agar Meri Nahin Ho To Parayi Bhi Nahin
Mere Dil Ko Na Saraaho To Koi Baat Nahin
Gair Ke Dil Ko Saraahogi To Mushkil Hogi
Tum Kisi Aur Ko Chaahogi To Mushkil Hogi
Tum Haseen Ho Tumhe Sab Pyar Bhi Karte Honge
Maein Jo Marta Hoon To Kya Aur Bhi Marte Honge
Sabki Aankhon Mein Issi Shaukh Ka Toofan Hoga
Sabke Seene Mein Yahi Dard Ubharte Honge
Mere Gham Mein Na Karaaho To Koi Baat Nahin
Aur Ke Gham Mein Karaahogi To Mushkil Hogi
Tum Kisi Aur Ko Chaahogi To Mushkil Hogi

tum kisi aur ko chahogi, yeh mushkil hi nahin, namumkin hai... 😆 😆

lovely song, chalhov.

poor poor man, he was so shattered that she might have just might have "chaaho'ed" someone else. and if that were the case what would he do, how would he live.

othello killed desdemona when he thought that might have been the case... but he couldn't do that, he gave her a chance to live, he dragged her to him, he held on tight, he said it was because of di, because of the baby, because he hated her...

he loved her like no one else could have... that hate was just a part of that very love.

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IssK.

@IssK.

Voyager

Posted: 11 years ago

#848

Originally posted by: indi52
issk,

i of course have never heard of joe satriani... but the music was wild and free and reminded me of a bike on chase through life. this time it was not along the north western part of country... it was right across assam, nagaland, arunachal... along the brahmaputra, up garo and jayantia hills...

Hai. What i'd do to be there right now on that bike careening the hills and bordering the brahmaputra!! Sounds heavenly...haven't been to the north east yet.. though have been thinking for a while. My first "serious" crush was an assamese btw!😆

And Satriani...he's a guitar player's guitar player...his stuff is quite fab.

A bike on chase through life. Wah!

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wiwy

@wiwy

Rocker

+ 5

Posted: 11 years ago

#849

Originally posted by: IssPKaur

And a song for this beauty too! Our man loves his bike rides doesn't he?

"Ride"...i just wanna ride, get on my bike and ride... by guitar supremo Joe Satriani. It's a great song...an anthem really for the Harley types and wish i could find a better vid...but have a listen!😊

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5dp6kUIFXHA[/YOUTUBE]

Wow! Awesome! loved the dum in the voice, the guitar and the bike!

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indi52

@indi52

Stunner

+ 6

Posted: 11 years ago

#850

Originally posted by: IssPKaur

Hai. What i'd do to be there right now on that bike careening the hills and bordering the brahmaputra!! Sounds heavenly...haven't been to the north east yet.. though have been thinking for a while. My first "serious" crush was an assamese btw!😆

And Satriani...he's a guitar player's guitar player...his stuff is quite fab.

A bike on chase through life. Wah!

grew up in assam... green, winding, simple, big sky, bamboo bending everywhere, reserve forests, oil fields, drives up narrow but well kept roads to where who knows. elephants suddenly on the road... look is that a rhino? no, a buffalo with an egret on its head, passing the ahom temples of shibsagar, brahmaputra wide and gleamong, a river of giving and loss, floods every year... first crush assam boy?
enjoyed reading about satriani... can't tell you how much i have been enjoying the hate and bike boy discussions.

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