Blast from the Past Thread #24 ** Golgappa Times ** p 113, ep 246 - Page 16

Originally posted by: Javeria3991

Awesome writeup Di of the first day of damaadji in his sasuraal.

My comment are above.

Oh Di I am so waiting for the golden chance to fall upon to meet Barun. I would also be lining up everything for him.

Originally posted by: Javeria3991

SUSRAAL GAINDAH PHOOL 😆 😛

Gainda Phool (mari gold) at first sight don't look good but later one like starting its color and smell gradually.

Here the marigold flower is Arnav's in laws home. Though he is accustomed of the living standards of Gupta house, her wife's mayika, still he tried his best to avoid the warmness he was showered the moment he arrived there. Love the moonh dhikahye scene. LOL

It's clearly visible on his face that when Garima and Buaji's pampered her dammad ji, it refreshed his memories of his happiest days with his mother and sister when they were a family. Whenever Garima called Arnav bitwa or babua, he felt the same affection like his mother and his mother's honey dipped voice echoed in his ears. Even the simple food specifically cooked for him tasted heavenly. The air is filled with the warmness of love.

He knew that khushi indirectly challenged him to live at her cozy home, small bed with no luxuries like AC, constant supply of water and electricity and led a normal middle class life with tight budget, where each second is important and a person has to be happy of everything he is bestowed, even on a blessing of hand pump, where if one is upset then s/he could only be cheered up using dil, not some with money or expensive gifts. Smiles and little things matters a lot. Arnav Singh Raizada is up for the challenge, Challenge or so he thought. He didn't knew that in this way he was opening up his heart and a simple, happy, innocent, jolly and fun filled Arnav was coming out who missed his mother tender love terribly. He never intended to insult Guptas neither at the time of his elopement nor during his stay and till the last minute of his departure. He acted very patiently especially with his mischievous wife who was always prepared with a plan to irritate him and when his fury unleashed and made everyone upset he used his heart to make up his rude attitude with Gol Gappa treat, another successful attempt to make other smile.

The war of LOVE continues...

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 232

why do i give a damn?





why do you care?

a tiny little plant in a dark corner of the boot, its green alive leaves battling the shadows and visible but only just, that's what really caught my attention in this episode and seemed to leave an impression even deeper than a certain man looking rather dishy in the sunlight with his cold or whatever it was that ailed him.

the little plant touched my heart, i am extremely fond of gardens and plants myself, and the fact that the otherwise dry and deliberately brown grey black white man has such a connection with green, the colour of life of spring of resurgence, is not at all by chance i am sure. at an obvious and stated level plants and spending time with them connects him to his mother, but a gardener finally never fails to connect with the garden and its message. My favourite color is green..am suddenly starting to like my choice in color..

it is an intensely personal relationship, between two sides, both alive, both breathing, both growing and communicating in ways that are really not easy to explain. if you feel it, you feel it.

arnav singh raizada has a tie with his plants which is as valid and visceral as his bond perhaps with his memories, even his pain and anger. this is his unconscious shout out to life, to beauty and joy... everything he at a conscious level has banished from his life. mistrusting them, angry with them. this says he yearns for all of that and gives hope when it all comes to him, he will open up to it all, not shun it. and we did see, how ready he was getting to bloom when he finally understood why he gives a faraq for khushi. and khushi perhaps is the gardener who is going to care for him right and awaken a dormant seed of love lying deep in him... oh that one single plant can make one think of so many things and all beautiful really. Hayee our angsty troubled hero wants just a bit of Khushi in his black and white life..

wondering at the number of bags she has packed for their short stay and not at all happy with it, he is taking out all the bags. very traditional is mr asr in this respect: he is the man, so he will carry heavy stuff... i can't say i am complaining.😊

he has just taken out the last of the bags and said "shaaat up" to khushi with a certain amount of relish, when she says,

"aur woh?" and that?

he peers inside and there sits the little plant in a ridiculous plastic pot. there is something deep (needs a long write up) about IPK and its connection with awful props 😉!

for once he has no answers, no anger, just a "yeah?" this is not easy to understand, she has been mad at him for a while and that seems fine, the kind of reaction that can be rationally fathomed... he knows she is manipulating the situation, dragging him to her home, not to make him happy but to make him suffer a bit... she has shown every indication of that and he is quite comfortable with that.

because i believe this is a territory he understands.

friction, anger, revenge, he knows how they work... he also expects her to be in that space given the situation. Nice thought

but this?

"woh... humne socha ki aapko yahan pe agar paudho ki yaad aayi toh... " er, i thought if you should remember your plants while staying here... and, lo and behold, she has brought one along just so that he is comfortable. she has her stars without which she is not happy... and a part of her - unguarded, fluid, undeniable - makes a connection which she can't look away from. she knows he will be uncomfortable here. ostensibly that is exactly what she wants. thanks for saying this. makes me feel good about Khushi.

but yet she carries with her a thing of comfort for him.

sometimes we can't even understand ourselves. i loved this insightful nature of ipk, this sussing of the human mind. of understanding emotions more intuitively. the writers, directors, actors, music and sound guys, everyone seemed to get it.

arnav singh raizada looks at his wife silently... a feeling deepening. she looked backand the emotions found her, felt her her, she felt them. some moments are indeed beautiful. they come right out and grab us.

the plant, a metaphor surely? for a relationship? needs love, care, soil water, sun, to grow to thrive. his plants, she has taken them and perhaps started owning his world, what he loves too, just as she has taken on his love for his sister and feels a complete responsibility toward it.

also as she is planning his destruction... a simple little plant keeps their relationship nurtured, watered, still growing...

a beautiful moment segued to a small but striking gesture, she sort of held out her hands and he willingly handed her the plant. how much trust did that speak of and maybe even a dependence that has grown. I also thought the scene was very sweet but this explanation of him handing over the plant makes is so much more meaningful.

if ma's garden existed in the script at that time, we are headed toward it... i have often missed seeing him with his plants... it's his place and space of reverie, of being completely himself... when he destroys plants it hurts me but i know it's his way of loving, of owning, of expressing...he can't talk to everyone, he can't show his feelings to all... it's only with his plants he feels without fear and also senses his mother... primal love.

today he is willing to let a girl who gets on his nerves, a home breaker, one who has shattered his heart, take that plant... what does it say. lovely, isn't it? yup was thinking about ma's garden and Lavanya too.

a suggestion here again of khushi beginning to fill a space left bereft and in boundless emptiness after maa's going.

way back, he had known that it was she who had filled his office with plants in an attempt to reach him, to get him to take la back. she had cared like mad even then, she had known him instinctively even then, and he had responded, feeling that understanding, that empathy perhaps even then...

as he had held another, the only tell tale sign of her feelings, a tear drop rolling down a cheek...

and from him too a clear sign, that perplexed look... that deep and moving question flitting through him... why that tear, what hurts her? and why does it hurt him so much, that one lone tear? Oh Indi di absolutely loved what you say about Khushi. That is the Khushi I instinctively fell in love with. One whose actions I did not have to explain to myself. Not one actual word said and we could feel everything. And Khushi herself was actually allowed to feel everything. Arnav did not need to change for her, she just loved him. Sometimes they both hated each others guts but still were undeniably crazy about each other. Oh Perfection!

today it's a lone plant, and it says things both so want to believe, so need to cherish. in 230 we spoke of "pehchaan" and i had felt a time of knowing each other beyond what the rational plane dictates and crowds the mind with is coming up... there will be little slips and signs of love and feelings which neither can quite understand, nor can deny or refuse. the plant is definitely one of my favourites among these.

going back to the beginning of episode... doh aat din...!!! two eight days!!! man is exploding.

girl is smiling.

a game is on.

as a direct result of all the "love" talk on ittr and class, and thanks to a serendipitous phone call by amma, khushi has devised a plan to take him to her place and give him a taste of middle class life first hand.

by the time he comes home, it is fait accompli, well almost...

in the midst of all the oozing with sweetness fam talk and how thsi will be so good for him, he is fuming and says something so asr and matter of fact, you got to say, the guy has a point. he says, we live in the same city so what's the "matlab" of going and staying there? Seriously I have not seen a more pragmatic sensible character on television. You know once when there was all that noise with nani yelling at Lavanya and ASR came down and said soemthing like there is never any peace in this house.. I was literally holding my sides thinking poor guy where are you stuck!

di gives maika missing talk... and hwo eh too has tied a rishtaa with her fam and must not ignore that.

i am loving the back shots of asr being barun and not his not-at-all-like-asr double. such a pleasure to see the right ear, the perfect shape of head... the haircut. even behind star logo. 😆

love signature slouch.

"c'mon itna delay toh kar hi sakta hoon..." c'mon i can delay things by this much, cam't i? he does "push back" in that very corporate way making my giggle and gets his way by insisting they will go only the next day. not today.

purposeful rolling of sleeves as di and nani leave... getting ready for a fight? always enjoy his interaction with his clothes... everything has a certain rhythm to it, a logic if you will. comes home, starts loosening tie, takes off jacket, rolls sleeves or takes of waistcoat... little touches of direction that say so many things... finicky, particular, likes to dress the part and oh when he gets back... tired... ready to come out of that day's shebang and refresh... despite its paucity and extreme meagreness i liked his wardrobe... it said too, man was not wasteful and obsessed with things... well said Indi di.

and how barun managed to look so hot with so few clothes, even pretty weird suits with piping, that i'll never know. the colors of some of his suits 😕. Though I confess even then they were better than the clothes he wore during remarriage. They never felt ASRish to me.

"swami!" says a pleased wife.

a man lunges forward, a finger lands on lips.

"kal tumhare saath chal raha hoon," i am going with you tomorrow, he starts...

music in, her eyes look up, dazed.

without thinking he has set his index finger against her soft tender highly erogenous zone... lips. sensitive with many nerve endings, a part of the body clearly linked to intimacy and sexuality.

she is instantly aware, but his gussa needs to get out before the whole thing strikes him...

"ab mujhe iss naam se mat bulana... okay..." now don't call me by that name, okay... he completes. anger is on, irritation in the way he nearly grinds his teeth...

then a second, as he looks at her a bit puzzled at her reaction... still angry, a move of the head and a velvet sort of "understood?"

(okay i am clutching keyboard, but valiantly typing... hai re my determination to "analyse" teehee.) hehehe I am with you Indi di.

supremely aware of him, she nods an ok. Sanaya's expression was perfect. those eyes..

then at last master's eyes lower to to take in the situation that gives cause for big big helpless helpless eyes.

lashes flicker, a realisation, music says madness of romance not of sanka.

at last it all registers... he stands staring, then haltingly moves his finger away... embarrassed? moved? Don't know why but somehow from Barun's expression I thought Arnav just gave her some space. almost considerate i remember thinking. Like he sort of understood the devastating effect it was causing both of them.

her eyes always said more than her lips were ever allowed to, she follows the path of that finger mesmerised.

he sort of breaks the tie of that moment, but he looks at her bent head, his eyes full of feelings, his scar on eyelid somehow more visible from this angle. Haha I would have never noticed that!

she looks shaken, not part of game this finger.

he turns away and leaves the room. things are too heated to just switch to yell scream... play.

at gh, all are going crazy preparing for damad ji's arrival. "ee sasure ko kahan phit kare bhai..." where to fix this thing, asks buaji. a gigantic contraption does buaji pore over. the cooler. accident or is it a sense of pursed lip humour which brings cooler straight after that hot scene?

a five year old cooler, that rarely works. "ka pharak padat hai garima... chhai phoot ka aadmi hai.. are chhat unchi karo toh kauno baat hai." buaji speaks of his six foot height and avers, if one can raise the ceiling only then it might make a difference to their humble home.

what's this with asr being given extra height? why is tall so hot? napoleon was short... and i don't mind asr whatever his height, he stands tall because of his stature anyway, not his physical frame.

hai cooler dev... bua knows damad ji's dimaag is bahut garam, very hot, and must be kept shant, peaceful...

lovely scene. okay this is a melodrama mama fam, this is natural to them... and that utter chaos at the first visit of damad, happens in the most staid of fam's too.

"toofan ki aayke chetavani ho..." we are clearly warned by the writers that a storm is on its way... we know to expect some "bomb shomb".

nani ji... hum chalte hain. nani ji, i am going, says khushi

chalte nahin kahat hai, kahiye, hum aate hain. not going, say, i am coming, says nani to her tender sweet grand daughter in law. (i make my daughter say exactly that every morning, my mother did the same with me... we say, "aashi" when leve home meaning, i'll be back.) Now that you are saying this I guess this must be specially a Bengali thing. my grandmother, who is a bengali, also says this.

khushi is in tears. her home it is she leaves.. and she has this sensitive soul, once she accepts you into her circle, you mean so so much. she is an orphan who responds beautifully to love, she needs the love, she needs to love.

a bit like a sunflower is she, hardy perhaps, but give a little loving and see how she blooms.

this is her home now, the circumstances of her marriage do not tarnish her sense of belonging. perhaps yet another tell tale sign of that love? to her her marriage is real, and she has a right here, the same as she would have if all had been well between her and asr and he had married her in happier circumstances.

he is watching her emotional hugs and bye byes.

an eyebrow must ascend, a face must move muscles. i think of harrison ford, the only other guy who could bring on that indescribable look at times. barun is as good, no just a beeet better. sorry harrison ji. hume maaf kar dijiye.

"haan toh theek hai, nahin jaate hain..." oh okay then, let's not go... he can't take her kkgsr ishtyle leave taking. so cute.

"na boora lagega na yaad aaygi... we'll be fine." uff, how many times must i die this epi.

then comes asr style farewell... "see you guys," eyebrows up down, "well soon." He is unbelievable..

then comes mami encounter... and completely lunatic "knaaaldge" sharing. ghee oil phishing mad mami and hot bhanja with the cutest expressions... gimme more senseless talk though i know it's all loaded with some meaning which i'll never get. 🤣

"ebhry night dinner ke baad one goli..." she gives him tablets to be taken every night after dinner to fend off the attack of acidity from all the extra oil and ghee in the cooking at his in laws, a sign apparently of the special love for son in law.

will he does get some doses every night, only of a different med. 🤣

"okay." a resigned asr.

mami and kkgsr are the only two people i think who can leave him totally speechless. I am tempted to add NK to the list too at least sometimes.

in the car to gh, another little natak by his wife, she in triumphant mood.
she asks will you have roti or paratha, traffic lights go from all green to only red. foot on break. all go to complete stop, ajerky, irritating, a frame of mind being indicate?

barun has started looking pale and a bit down, like he has a cold or something... oh you noticed it too? i was thinking i was over analysing or something..

khushi talks nonstop to herself, he drives quietly next to her looking at her from time to time. intimate, private, asr khushi moments. so much has happened here. she refers to a few of those incidents. but there was also the silent raging desire after diwali... the concentrated feelings which pulsated, called for attention but refused to name themselves.

car screeches to stop... as she had said... "out", says curt man as she had predicted.

"phir se?" again? she does drama, goes to leave.

"chup chaap gadi main baitho," sit quiet in teh car, commands the irritated damad ji.

"seatbelt!"

her bakbak and natak are getting to him.

"aaj mausam hai suhana maike jaane ka hai bahana

what the what the..." starts again.

babli and mami ji have an interesting chat about making "raaaberts" as in robots. will someone start behaving like a robot soon? is it anjali?

and out by the poolside an obscene water play is about to begin.
the soap games by snake and anjali. it was creepy to watch.

when anjali provokes her yeh bhi na with ajet of water, he snaps, unmindful of hsi act in teh desperation to find the soap with teh key impression... and a tell tale slip of "unlove" from him,

"bas kijiye, anjali!"

no raani sahiba. oops.

she is mad at him and they play this unnecessarily suggestive hose pipe game, both wet each other. there was a lot of sexuality in these scenes, much more than what we have seen between these two, i wondered why.

babli needs soap. and she finds it. nice key impression on a magically dry bar... hai re continuity dev. and how come no one noticed babli and hp there... so big is the pool area, is it? or does it also change size depending on need, we know it flies everywhere.

never mind, at gh, the whole mohalla is out to welcome khushi with her husband.

"hoi!" says teh articulate businessman upon seeing the amount of luggage. oh so it was hoi...I thought he said something like holy.. i rewound it a couple of times but still wasn't sure..

this was the day for barun's expressions...

"are you?... yahan ghar basana hai kya..." husky smoky voice. Amazing how you think of new adjectives each time ⭐️

"woh... humne..." she is lost, and strangely affected by him.

"shaat up!"

barun was perhaps not well, but he looked devastatingly and particularly handsome today. the sun caught his hair in a strange fascinating way, his eyes seemed browner, his cheeks a bit gaunt but oh what lines, and the light in his eyes... shaat up, indi.

Originally posted by: aarwen

Hey indi di. Where have you been these past few days? I was missing your posts .. Am super happy reading your nice and long 231. The longer the better if you ask me.

The colors in the first three edits are so fresh and vibrant. Very nice! You oscillated between thoughtful and playful just like the episode. I really really enjoyed reading it. Oh all the craziness that surrounds our super sensible man. Some parts I was rolling with laughter imagining being right next to you. And others, specially all that in Orange about the Lavanya hug tear scene had me in heartache. Then that finger on that lip, the plant..wonderful.. And I really marvel at how you come up with perfect new adjectives to describe Barun/ASR each time 😛.. Unbelievable!

Your post is already colorful but I added my share of pink and green above.

Originally posted by: Javeria3991

SUSRAAL GAINDAH PHOOL 😆 😛

Gainda Phool (mari gold) at first sight don't look good but later one like starting its color and smell gradually.

Here the marigold flower is Arnav's in laws home. Though he is accustomed of the living standards of Gupta house, her wife's mayika, still he tried his best to avoid the warmness he was showered the moment he arrived there. Love the moonh dhikahye scene. LOL

It's clearly visible on his face that when Garima and Buaji's pampered her dammad ji, it refreshed his memories of his happiest days with his mother and sister when they were a family. Whenever Garima called Arnav bitwa or babua, he felt the same affection like his mother and his mother's honey dipped voice echoed in his ears. Even the simple food specifically cooked for him tasted heavenly. The air is filled with the warmness of love.

He knew that khushi indirectly challenged him to live at her cozy home, small bed with no luxuries like AC, constant supply of water and electricity and led a normal middle class life with tight budget, where each second is important and a person has to be happy of everything he is bestowed, even on a blessing of hand pump, where if one is upset then s/he could only be cheered up using dil, not some with money or expensive gifts. Smiles and little things matters a lot. Arnav Singh Raizada is up for the challenge, Challenge or so he thought. He didn't knew that in this way he was opening up his heart and a simple, happy, innocent, jolly and fun filled Arnav was coming out who missed his mother tender love terribly. He never intended to insult Guptas neither at the time of his elopement nor during his stay and till the last minute of his departure. He acted very patiently especially with his mischievous wife who was always prepared with a plan to irritate him and when his fury unleashed and made everyone upset he used his heart to make up his rude attitude with Gol Gappa treat, another successful attempt to make other smile.

The war of LOVE continues...

Originally posted by: Javeria3991

SUSRAAL GAINDAH PHOOL 😆 😛

Gainda Phool (mari gold) at first sight don't look good but later one like starting its color and smell gradually.

Here the marigold flower is Arnav's in laws home. Though he is accustomed of the living standards of Gupta house, her wife's mayika, still he tried his best to avoid the warmness he was showered the moment he arrived there. Love the moonh dhikahye scene. LOL

It's clearly visible on his face that when Garima and Buaji's pampered her dammad ji, it refreshed his memories of his happiest days with his mother and sister when they were a family. Whenever Garima called Arnav bitwa or babua, he felt the same affection like his mother and his mother's honey dipped voice echoed in his ears. Even the simple food specifically cooked for him tasted heavenly. The air is filled with the warmness of love.

He knew that khushi indirectly challenged him to live at her cozy home, small bed with no luxuries like AC, constant supply of water and electricity and led a normal middle class life with tight budget, where each second is important and a person has to be happy of everything he is bestowed, even on a blessing of hand pump, where if one is upset then s/he could only be cheered up using dil, not some with money or expensive gifts. Smiles and little things matters a lot. Arnav Singh Raizada is up for the challenge, Challenge or so he thought. He didn't knew that in this way he was opening up his heart and a simple, happy, innocent, jolly and fun filled Arnav was coming out who missed his mother tender love terribly. He never intended to insult Guptas neither at the time of his elopement nor during his stay and till the last minute of his departure. He acted very patiently especially with his mischievous wife who was always prepared with a plan to irritate him and when his fury unleashed and made everyone upset he used his heart to make up his rude attitude with Gol Gappa treat, another successful attempt to make other smile.

The war of LOVE continues...

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 232

why do i give a damn?





why do you care?

a tiny little plant in a dark corner of the boot, its green alive leaves battling the shadows and visible but only just, that's what really caught my attention in this episode and seemed to leave an impression even deeper than a certain man looking rather dishy in the sunlight with his cold or whatever it was that ailed him.

the little plant touched my heart, i am extremely fond of gardens and plants myself, and the fact that the otherwise dry and deliberately brown grey black white man has such a connection with green, the colour of life of spring of resurgence, is not at all by chance i am sure. at an obvious and stated level plants and spending time with them connects him to his mother, but a gardener finally never fails to connect with the garden and its message.

it is an intensely personal relationship, between two sides, both alive, both breathing, both growing and communicating in ways that are really not easy to explain. if you feel it, you feel it.

arnav singh raizada has a tie with his plants which is as valid and visceral as his bond perhaps with his memories, even his pain and anger. this is his unconscious shout out to life, to beauty and joy... everything he at a conscious level has banished from his life. mistrusting them, angry with them. this says he yearns for all of that and gives hope when it all comes to him, he will open up to it, not shun it. and we did see, how ready he was getting to bloom when he finally understood why he gives a faraq for khushi. and khushi perhaps is the gardener who is going to care for him right and awaken a dormant seed of love lying deep in him... oh that one single plant can make one think of so many things and all beautiful really.

Very true Khushi is the Gardner who is on duty to take care of him who has survived a harsh weather, growing but also wilting away being tired in the fight of survival. Khushi will nurture him in the soil of love and happiness. Arnav's secret, his lost world is hidden in plants. Arnav who was left by his mother in this crowded world, a homeless child who lost his innocence and world at such a tender age, the difficulties he has gone through alone for a very long time, they can all be clearly seen in this one plant. Gardening was, is and will be very close to him because in that way he sense his mother with him, later when he will be kidnapped Khushi will tend his garden to comfort her yearning heart.

wondering at the number of bags she has packed for their short stay and not at all happy with it, he is taking out all the bags. very traditional is mr asr in this respect: he is the man, so he will carry heavy stuff... i can't say i am complaining.

he has just taken out the last of the bags and said "shaaat up" to khushi with a certain amount of relish, when she says,

"aur woh?" and that?

he peers inside and there sits the little plant in a ridiculous plastic pot.

for once he has no answers, no anger, just a "yeah?" this is not easy to understand, she has been mad at him for a while and that seems fine, the kind of reaction that can be rationally fathomed... he knows she is manipulating the situation, dragging him to her home, not to make him happy but to make him suffer a bit... she has shown every indication of that and he is quite comfortable with it.

because i believe this is a territory he understands.

friction, anger, revenge, he knows how they work... he also expects her to be in that space given the situation.

but this?

"woh... humne socha ki aapko yahan pe agar paudho ki yaad aayi toh... " er, i thought if you should remember your plants while staying here... and, lo and behold, she has brought one along just so that he is comfortable. she has her stars without which she is not happy... and a part of her - unguarded, fluid, undeniable - makes a connection which she can't look away from. she knows he will be uncomfortable here. ostensibly that is exactly what she wants.

but yet she carries with her a thing of comfort for him.

sometimes we can't even understand ourselves. i loved this insightful nature of ipk, this sussing of the human mind. of understanding emotions more intuitively. the writers, directors, actors, music and sound guys, everyone seemed to get it.

Absolutely, and this makes our IPK special, unique drama which has done a well done job in showcasing the two most important emotions of life, love and hate.

arnav singh raizada looks at his wife silently... a feeling deepening. she looked back and the emotions found her, felt her her, she felt them. some moments are indeed beautiful. they come right out and grab us.

the plant, a metaphor surely? for a relationship? needs love, care, soil water, sun, to grow to thrive. his plants, she has taken them and perhaps started owning his world, what he loves too, just as she has taken on his love for his sister and feels a complete responsibility toward it.

also as she is planning his destruction... a simple little plant keeps their relationship nurtured, watered, still growing...

Khushi again surprised him by bringing a part of his world to her for making him comfortable. But actually this calmness and sweet behavior is a sign of an upcoming storm. This plant signifies so many things in their life. If one side it reveals the enigmatic personality of Arnav then the other side it depicts that every relationship start by sowing a seed in the soil of trust, watered by love, care is shine on it, with all this it grows strongly bearing the effects of harsh weather and patience and time do rest of the work and finally one day it blooms out.

a beautiful moment segued to a small but striking gesture, she sort of held out her hands and he willingly handed her the plant. how much trust did that speak of and maybe even a dependence that has grown.

if ma's garden existed in the script at that time, we are headed toward it... i have often missed seeing him with his plants... it's his place and space of reverie, of being completely himself... when he destroys plants it hurts me but i know it's his way of loving, of owning, of expressing... he can't talk to everyone, he can't show his feelings to all... it's only with his plants he feels without fear and also senses his mother... primal love.

today he is willing to let a girl who gets on his nerves, a home breaker, one who has shattered his heart, take that plant... what does it say. lovely, isn't it?

a suggestion here again of khushi beginning to fill a space left bereft and in boundless emptiness after maa's going.

way back, he had known that it was she who had filled his office with plants in an attempt to reach him, to get him to take la back. she had cared like mad even then, she had known him instinctively even then, and he had responded, feeling that understanding, that empathy perhaps even then...

as he had held another, the only tell tale sign of her feelings, a tear drop rolling down a cheek...

and from him too a clear sign, that perplexed look... that deep and moving question flitting through him... why that tear, what hurts her? and why does it hurt him so much, that one lone tear?

today it's a lone plant, and it says things both so want to believe, so need to cherish. in 230 we spoke of "pehchaan" and i had felt a time of knowing each other beyond what the rational plane dictates and crowds the mind with is coming up... there will be little slips and signs of love and feelings which neither can quite understand, nor can deny or refuse. the plant is definitely one of my favourites among these.

The above lines are splendid. Love them. 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏

going back to the beginning of episode... doh aat din...!!! two eight days!!! man is exploding.

girl is smiling.

a game is on.

as a direct result of all the "love" talk on ittr and class, and thanks to a serendipitous phone call by amma, khushi has devised a plan to take him to her place and give him a taste of middle class life first hand.

She can't help leaving a chance to irritate Laad Governor and this time she cleverly manipulated other for her plan. She made sure that she didn't leave any escape route for Arnav.

by the time he comes home, it is fait accompli, well almost...

in the midst of all the oozing with sweetness fam talk and how this will be so good for him, he is fuming and says something so asr and matter of fact, you got to say, the guy has a point. he says, we live in the same city so what's the "matlab" of going and staying there?

di gives maika missing talk... and how he too has tied a rishtaa with her fam and must not ignore that.

i am loving the back shots of asr being barun and not his not-at-all-like-asr double. such a pleasure to see the right ear, the perfect shape of head... the haircut. even behind star logo.

love signature slouch.

"c'mon itna delay toh kar hi sakta hoon..." c'mon i can delay things by this much, can't i? he does "push back" in that very corporate way making me giggle and gets his way by insisting they will go only the next day. not today.

purposeful rolling of sleeves as di and nani leave... getting ready for a fight? always enjoy his interaction with his clothes... everything has a certain rhythm to it, a logic if you will. comes home, starts loosening tie, takes off jacket, rolls sleeves or takes of waistcoat... little touches of direction that say so many things... finicky, particular, likes to dress the part and oh when he gets back... tired... ready to come out of that day's shebang and refresh... despite its paucity and extreme meagreness i liked his wardrobe... it said too, man was not wasteful and obsessed with things...

and how barun managed to look so hot with so few clothes, even pretty weird suits with piping, that i'll never know.

"swami!" says a pleased wife.

a man lunges forward, a finger lands on lips.

"kal tumhare saath chal raha hoon," i am going with you tomorrow, he starts...

music in, her eyes look up, dazed.

without thinking he has set his index finger against her soft tender highly erogenous zone... lips. sensitive with many nerve endings, a part of the body clearly linked to intimacy and sexuality.

she is instantly aware, but his gussa needs to get out before the whole thing strikes him...

"ab mujhe iss naam se mat bulana... okay..." now don't call me by that name, okay... he completes. anger is on, irritation in the way he nearly grinds his teeth...

then a second, as he looks at her a bit puzzled at her reaction... still angry, a move of the head and a velvet sort of "understood?"

(okay i am clutching keyboard, but valiantly typing... hai re my determination to "analyse" teehee.)

supremely aware of him, she nods an ok.

then at last master's eyes lower to to take in the situation that gives cause for big big helpless helpless eyes.

lashes flicker, a realisation, music says madness of romance not of sanka.

at last it all registers... he stands staring, then haltingly moves his finger away... embarrassed? moved?

her eyes always said more than her lips were ever allowed to, she follows the path of that finger mesmerised.

he sort of breaks the tie of that moment, but he looks at her bent head, his eyes full of feelings, his scar on eyelid somehow more visible from this angle.

The intimacy and tension is beyond control.

she looks shaken, not part of game this finger.

he turns away and leaves the room. things are too heated to just switch to yell scream... play.

at gh, all are going crazy preparing for damad ji's arrival. "ee sasure ko kahan phit kare bhai..." where to fix this thing, asks buaji. a gigantic contraption does buaji pore over. the cooler. accident or is it a sense of pursed lip humour which brings cooler straight after that hot scene?

a five year old cooler, that rarely works. "ka pharak padat hai garima... chhai phoot ka aadmi hai.. are chhat unchi karo toh kauno baat hai." buaji speaks of his six foot height and avers, if one can raise the ceiling only then it might make a difference to their humble home.

what's this with asr being given extra height? why is tall so hot? napoleon was short... and i don't mind asr whatever his height, he stands tall because of his stature anyway, not his physical frame.

hai cooler dev... bua knows damad ji's dimaag is bahut garam, very hot, and must be kept shant, peaceful...😆

lovely scene. okay this is a melodrama mama fam, this is natural to them... and that utter chaos at the first visit of damad, happens in the most staid of fams too.

"toofan ki aayke chetavani ho..." we are clearly warned by the writers that a storm is on its way... we know to expect some "bomb shomb".

nani ji... hum chalte hain. nani ji, i am going, says khushi

chalte nahin kahat hai, kahiye, hum aate hain. not going, say, i am coming, says nani to her tender sweet grand daughter in law. (i make my daughter say exactly that every morning, my mother did the same with me... we say, "aashi" when leve home meaning, i'll be back.)

khushi is in tears. her home it is she leaves. and she has this sensitive soul, once she accepts you into her circle, you mean so so much. she is an orphan who responds beautifully to love, she needs the love, she needs to love.

a bit like a sunflower is she, hardy perhaps, but give a little loving and see how she blooms.

this is her home now, the circumstances of her marriage do not tarnish her sense of belonging. perhaps yet another tell tale sign of that love? to her her marriage is real, and she has a right here, the same as she would have if all had been well between her and asr and he had married her in happier circumstances.

he is watching her emotional hugs and bye byes.

an eyebrow must ascend, a face must move muscles. i think of harrison ford, the only other guy who could bring on that indescribable look at times. barun is as good, no just a beeet better. sorry harrison ji. hume maaf kar dijiye.

"haan toh theek hai, nahin jaate hain..." oh okay then, let's not go... he can't take her kkgsr ishtyle leave taking. so cute.

"na boora lagega na yaad aaygi... we'll be fine." uff, how many times must i die this epi.

then comes asr style farewell... "see you guys," eyebrows up down, "well soon."

then comes mami encounter... and completely lunatic "knaaaldge" sharing. ghee oil phishing mad mami and hot bhanja with the cutest expressions... gimme more senseless talk though i know it's all loaded with some meaning which i'll never get.

"ebhry night dinner ke baad one goli..." she gives him tablets to be taken every night after dinner to fend off the attack of acidity from all the extra oil and ghee in the cooking at his in laws, a sign apparently of the special love for son in law.

Mamiji is a unique piece just like Khushi, she is k for crazy. I love her for giving Arnav the digestion pills, after all she is mami who harbors loves for a Arnav twice that of his mother.

well he does get some doses every night, only of a different med.

"okay." a resigned asr.

mami and kkgsr are the only two people i think who can leave him totally speechless.

in the car to gh, another little natak by his wife, she in triumphant mood.
she asks will you have roti or paratha, traffic lights go from all green to only red. foot on break. all go to complete stop. it was funny but too pointed not too mean a thing. jerky, irritating... is it a frame of mind being indicated?

barun has started looking pale and a bit down, like he has a cold or something...

khushi talks nonstop to herself, he drives quietly next to her looking at her from time to time. intimate, private, asr khushi moments. so much has happened here. she refers to a few of those incidents. but there was also the silent raging desire after diwali... the concentrated feelings which pulsated, called for attention, but refused to name themselves.

The SUV holds so many moments of their love story, so much has happened. I wonder how do they ignore it, it must have been hard to travel in it with a straight face and acting that nothing matters. This is the same automobile which was twice driven very rashly to save Khushi, in the same car she gave him lecture on the morals and dignity of women and called him the Rakshash, it also witnessed their elopement too. So much has happened and yet a lot is left to happen

car screeches to stop... as she had said... "out", says curt man as she had predicted.

"phir se?" again? she does drama, goes to leave.

"chup chaap gadi main baitho," sit quiet in the car, commands the irritated damad ji.

"seatbelt!"

her bakbak and natak are getting to him.

"aaj mausam hai suhana maike jaane ka hai bahana

what the what the..." starts again.

babli and mami ji have an interesting chat about making "raaaberts" as in robots. will someone start behaving like a robot soon? is it anjali?

and out by the poolside an obscene water play is about to begin.
the soap games by snake and anjali.

when anjali provokes her yeh bhi na with a jet of water, he snaps, unmindful of his act in the desperation to find the soap with the key impression... and a tell tale slip of "unlove" from him,

"bas kijiye, anjali!"

no raani sahiba. oops.

she is mad at him and they play this unnecessarily suggestive hose pipe game, both throw water and make each other wet. there was a lot of sexuality in these scenes, much more than what we have seen between these two, i wondered why.

babli needs soap. and she finds it. nice key impression on a magically dry bar of soap... hai re continuity dev. and how come no one noticed babli and hp there... so big is the pool area, is it? or does it also change size depending on need, we know it flies everywhere.

never mind, at gh, the whole mohalla is out to welcome khushi with her husband.

"hoi!" says the articulate businessman upon seeing the amount of luggage.

this was the day for barun's expressions...

"are you?... yahan ghar basana hai kya..." husky smoky voice.

"woh... humne..." she is lost, and strangely affected by him.

"shaat up!"

Perfect click, I am drooling on him

barun was perhaps not well, but he looked devastatingly and particularly handsome today. the sun caught his hair in a strange fascinating way, his eyes seemed browner, his cheeks a bit gaunt but oh what lines, and the light in his eyes... shaat up, indi.

edit: changed a couple of words since the initial ones seemed a bit off.

Originally posted by: ArshiHamesha

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Arshi's Index

EPISODE 231

Slippery Slopes...

The set up for next phase is placed where evil will have time to set up his next slippery games to make sure Arnav's slip never make him rise up which will make Khushi's slip in his lap...But Khushi's will power which not only stops Arnav's fall but also make Shyam's reach to Arnav's fall imposible. She brings herself in between Arnav and Shyam in such a way that "Shyam's will" surely slip into his own digging grave to make his way out of RM permanently. Shyam definitely has a privilege to cradle this crib in Arnav's absence .

PONDERING CONNECTED DOTS: Slippery move of Khushi through which SHyam gets the impression of the key , slippery move of Arnav later for not listening Khushi and leaving for London cradling Shyam's squeaky cradle with slippery oil and gets kidnapped.

"You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by."James M.Barrie"

Shyam hides behind a wall is about to enter and sneak away with the key when he gets his first obstruction,Anjali to reach his assets,..."Khushi and Money of ASR"... but he escorts her away smartly by taking the orange juice as a decoy.His search of wallet in which the key is again gets obstructed by Khushi , "an asset within asset" . He takes advantage of Khushi's misunderstanding and irritates her with his filthy lusty ways till juice falls on his precious asset. Khushi refuses his filthy touch of help but paves his move towards his desirous key which will push her into dep trouble.She brings the wallet from her room to Eternal heaven to dry out the content where Shyam uses this opportunity to get the impression of the key on the soap ...

Pause here [Symbolism and connection]:The baby , the cradling sound of this child is the "key" for Shyam as "apni chabbi hum khud bana laingey"...[I'll make my own key]...and he will use it at every step of his game plan and this chain reaction has started since the wedding night.Anjali's best husband will make her move on his little finger the way he wants to move the cards of this game.Khushi whenever, confronts with Shyam, gets deeper into the mess.His smirky touch is going to taint her but her fighting spirit will bring her back and she is the one who will expose him according to this hint"taking out the Rakhsha Dhaga"That shows the deep meaning of it because she says "iss adami keh bare main na hi sochain to acha hai...mitti dalo aur bhool jao" [I don't want to think about that man and just bury and forget"].. while taking it out, meaning She actually digs it out ...So despite her best intention since from the beginning for Anjali and the family , Khushi will bring out the true face of Shyam to everybody as this Raksha Dhaga was given to Arnav by Shyam through Naniji to keep in his wallet.

Next comes the scene where Arnav is searching for his wallet and Khushi brings him the wallet explaining the reason of keeping it out at the Eternal heaven...Arnav searches for his precious key while Khushi mistakes it for his mistrust on her...Love his stammering over her innocent statement,"u can count money"...She loses her control for a second and can't resist taking her eyes off of him and same with him.But the next moment she lowers her eyes.She doesn't want to let him see the mischievousness in her eyes which he knows and couldn't ignore the smile seeing her like that.

But the next moment she lowers her eyes.She doesn't want to let him see the mischievousness in her eyes which he knows and couldn't ignore the smile seeing her like that.

Symbolisms and connections:The wallet with different pockets as members of family and as Khushi was keeping the family out of messy weather[messy cold sticky juice ] ..by her hasty decisions of not letting anyone knows about the mess of Shyam but it will be Arnav's arbitration to set the things in order in family and among them ...

PONDERING CONNECTED DOTS:The movement of wallet to Eternal heaven and Shyam's taking imprint of the key is bringing Khushi back to Shyam later when He wants to use her again to get Arnav's signature of the Will's paper meaning Khushi will complete his task as she brings Wallet back to Arnav...While Khushi again remains oblivious of all the content of the file till the very end.

Arnav's"meri cheezon ko haath mat lagaya karo"[Don't touch my stuff] , his casting his right to tell him and her casting her right to insist on helping him with his jacket.He so loved this small "attention" and "touch" of her that giving in with angry look was a good option for him...Khushi is keeping Anjali's words intact and doing exactly, giving attention despite of his irritation .Her busy schedule makes her Laad Governor more angry and he tries to leave his irritating wife but she keeps him for 1:55 ,115 seconds and he gives her a yummilicious "serious " look in his husky voice...

Symbolism and connection:She lies down and doesn't want him to leave for time 1:55 ...Which is 11 by adding all and 155 seconds as a time...11 is the # which mixes moon and sun's energy together to bring perfect balance in masculine and femmine aspects by keeping both in their circles.HARMONY...115 is an angel number which means new beginning and changes are ahead of you.

Gupta house visit indeed makes both of them understand the spirituality of emotions ,kindness in hearts along with balance of equality among them."har kaam tum akaile nahin kar saktin"[u can't do all the work alone]...our macho man will show her how to fix everything and our macho lady with make him dance on her fingers..."main har kaan kar sakta hoon"...Simply both are moving forward towards stepping towards each other as shown in the mirror he was walking towards her and she was towards him unintentionally till bang on...

There is no question , during this visit Arnav will find out the real "Heart" of Guptas and the ppl who don't do everything for money but out LOVE...
PAUSE HERE:His look seeing her lying on the floor and saying her "cross over my dead body" reminds me Heer Ranjha because no matter what , her going away from her is like asking him not to breath...

Khushi's efforts to annoy Arnav Singh Raizada makes him slip his image in front of his people and angry Raizada calls her up to give her a class speech."Aukat" speech is back after a long time but his comparison of her to Babli riles her up and she takes this class vs heart issue into a battlefield of Gupta house. She accepts Amma's invitation without his consent.

"We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out." Winston Churchill"

PAUSE HERE : The comparison of Bubbli and Khushi ...both orphans and on the mercy of others.While one is mature and sober and the other behaves like a child...Arnav's sarcasm that" you never act as a grown up" implies that Khushi is going to transform forcefully under the circumstances... after Guptas's visit she will be matured and a totally different person.

PONDERING CONNECTED DOTS:After the wedding night ,Amma called for Payal and cut the phone , later she asked her to leave the house after the marriage and today everything is coming to it's place just like wallet and it's connecting pockets.