Blast from the Past Thread #25 Extn ** Khushi, I... ** P 119, Ep 274 - Page 30

Originally posted by: indi52

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the song

kuch is tarah, teri palkein meri palkon se mila de
a bit like this, let your lashes meet mine

aansoo tere saare meri palkon pe saja de
arrange all your tears on my lashes

kuch is tarah, teri palkein meri palkon se mila de
a bit like this, let your lashes meet mine

aansoo tere saare meri palkon pe saja de
arrange all your tears on my lashes

tu har ghadi, har waqt mere saath raha hai
every hour, all the time, you've been with me

haan yeh jism kabhi door klabhi paas raha hai
yes this body has been at times far at times near

jo bhi gham hain ye tere unhen tu mera pata de
whatever are your sorrows give them my address

kuch is tarah, teri palkein meri palkon se mila de
a bit like this, let your lashes meet mine

aansoo tere saare meri palkon pe saja de

arrange all your tears on my lashes

mujhko to tere chehre pe ye gham nahin jachta
on your face this sadness doesn't appeal to me

jayiz nahin lagta mujhe gham se tera vasta
doesn't seem right a relationship between you and sorrow (sadness)

sun meri guzarish, isse chehre se hata de
listen to my plea, remove it from your countenance

kuch is tarah, teri palkein meri palkon se mila de
a bit like this, let your lashes meet mine

aansoo tere saare meri palkon pe saja de
arrange all your tears on my lashes

Originally posted by: indi52

258 took us straight to the phon ecall. i am tempted to capitalise the "the" here. what a beautiful and utterly sexy way to tell the one you adore that you actually, er... um... don't cry, please mat roh... you actually love her.

she of course, instantly cried and lovely tears flowed and floored. he almost choked up too. and he still looked all asr. tender, worried, filling with the need to love, eyes deeply emotional, perhaps a little lost even, but stance a hundred and one asr.

this was their phone call. no one could speak beautifully of love like that over ordinary phone lines... nor of irritation, anger, frustration, hate... those phone calls of theirs... what was really happening in them? the visuals swam before my eyes, coming together, coalescing, breaking up, spreading again joining up... a whole string of them like those pearls... what strung it all together?

a long, languorous vm tries to find out. it is 7 minutes and 40 seconds long, so if you have something on the stove or a deadline waiting, or he's waiting to find out "haan ya na", maybe you shouldn't see it right now... but at some point, please do see. i loved making it... you might like it too. the sensuous and powerful voice of atif aslam in the background.

kate, thanks for your help with the episodes.

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Originally posted by: IssK.

You are a BABE, Ladki! Seven and some minutes of SHEER PLEASURE...why did it have to end!! It was racy, it was cute, and it was moving. How does THAT combo comb out??! Lovely, lively moments woven into the goosebumpy teri meri magic really done me in. This love story can be conjured in so many many ways, it is that beautifully intricately complex. The mystique of it, the charm of it gets me every time but here, in your capable hands, it has found a new narrative of sorts (as it does with anything you create!)...from one phone call to another with love and longing as interludes. No lull, no breathing space, no fillers...just precious stomach flipping moments...and the 'black and white' in the farmhouse is a deft touch, smooths it out, makes it more intimate.
And the ending is fab...oh ALL of it is!!

(On a personal note, am struck so dumb you have no idea...what i'm saying doesn't even skim the surface of feelings felt right now..)

Time to watch it again. Go!

Originally posted by: indi52

258 took us straight to the phon ecall. i am tempted to capitalise the "the" here. what a beautiful and utterly sexy way to tell the one you adore that you actually, er... um... don't cry, please mat roh... you actually love her.

she of course, instantly cried and lovely tears flowed and floored. he almost choked up too. and he still looked all asr. tender, worried, filling with the need to love, eyes deeply emotional, perhaps a little lost even, but stance a hundred and one asr.

this was their phone call. no one could speak beautifully of love like that over ordinary phone lines... nor of irritation, anger, frustration, hate... those phone calls of theirs... what was really happening in them? the visuals swam before my eyes, coming together, coalescing, breaking up, spreading again joining up... a whole string of them like those pearls... what strung it all together?

a long, languorous vm tries to find out. it is 7 minutes and 40 seconds long, so if you have something on the stove or a deadline waiting, or he's waiting to find out "haan ya na", maybe you shouldn't see it right now... but at some point, please do see. i loved making it... you might like it too. the sensuous and powerful voice of atif aslam in the background.

kate, thanks for your help with the episodes.

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Qs7Oe9KVoY&feature=youtu.be[/YOUTUBE]

my very poor translation.

asr: khushi kumari gupta, i'm not letting you breathe in peace so easily.

asr: don't you ever, ever do this to me again, d'you understand? do you know for how long i have been trying to call you! why didn't you pick up the phone, i was so worried!

khushi: must be amma, babuji! hello! i was waiting for your call! you haven't slept as yet?
asr: what?!!




asr: khushi... khushi, talk to me! are you alright? where are you!

asr: if you're done with talking rubbish, then listen carefully!

khushi: i am absolutely ok... i am at the temple. you don't have to be concerned...

asr: it's not about concern!

khushi: arnav singh raizada!




asr: what the!! why is khushi's phone busy!

asr: i mean... there's so much work to be done, how can you leave like this suddenly!

announcer: the dialed number is busy now.

khushi: who knows who the lord governor is talking to now... and that too just when i need to talk to him!

asr hears her line is busy: she must be talking to her fiance! (note gritted teeth)




asr disconnects his phone. a call where nothing is said...




asr: khushi, i love you.




khushi: first you put it down... then i'll again say, "no, first you put the phone down..." then you'll again say, "no, first you put the phone down..." are you from lucknow or not?!! and why are you quiet now!
(refers to an old joke about the highly courteous folk of lucknow who carry on with elaborate courtesies such as letting the other person get the first chance... so, you first... no, you first ... carries on while trains planes buses spaceships are missed.)

asr pretends to be akash.

khushi embarrassed: jeeja ji... that...

asr laughs meanly.




asr: i keep track of all that's going on with you.




asr: she must be sleeping... in some taekwondo pose.




the song

kuch is tarah, teri palkein meri palkon se mila de
a bit like this, let your lashes meet mine

aansoo tere saare meri palkon pe saja de
arrange all your tears on my lashes

kuch is tarah, teri palkein meri palkon se mila de
a bit like this, let your lashes meet mine

aansoo tere saare meri palkon pe saja de
arrange all your tears on my lashes

tu har ghadi, har waqt mere saath raha hai
every hour, all the time, you've been with me

haan yeh jism kabhi door klabhi paas raha hai
yes this body has been at times far at times near

jo bhi gham hain ye tere unhen tu mera pata de
whatever are your sorrows give them my address

kuch is tarah, teri palkein meri palkon se mila de
a bit like this, let your lashes meet mine

aansoo tere saare meri palkon pe saja de

arrange all your tears on my lashes

mujhko to tere chehre pe ye gham nahin jachta
on your face this sadness doesn't appeal to me

jayiz nahin lagta mujhe gham se tera vasta
doesn't seem right a relationship between you and sorrow (sadness)

sun meri guzarish, isse chehre se hata de
listen to my plea, remove it from your countenance

kuch is tarah, teri palkein meri palkon se mila de
a bit like this, let your lashes meet mine

aansoo tere saare meri palkon pe saja de
arrange all your tears on my lashes

Originally posted by: kizh72

I bow before thee, O Magic Maker!

⭐️

Originally posted by: IssK.

Haylos,

Leaving "fantasy just like that and hitting reality running...breathlessly" is a superb way of describing the exceptional exploits of 259...an episode intact in memory for it's goings and leapings on... When it really comes down to the crunch, "love does supersede all", however frustrating and impractical and ballistic-making it can get. And the confession of it, the submission to it, washes away all else...pushing one further to put up with more. The timing of his confession is so critical here...for both of them. And so fulfilling to watch..

My quotable quote from your luscious take :


how simply he said it at last. how enchantingly she held the feeling and reciprocated. gust of wind and rabba vey must have thrown a party that night... at last these two had got it. at long last. so who could blame the wind for hanging around to enjoy the moment.

👏 👏 👏 That's what i call a marvelous musing, Indus!
I feel like i've already said my bit about the walk through the corridor, the dream and the intercut so i won't repeat myself...but reading your take has made me go down memory lane, especially down that corridor with Khushi, happily one more time. I really do relish it!

The edits above are gorgeous.

Rewarding to read this really was -- thanks for un-res-ing in no time!

Originally posted by: IssK.

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Originally posted by: indi52

kizh,

nahiiin... you really liked it... ha, me dancing around madly... will someone please call me... thank you so so so much. enjoy pillleeejh.

Originally posted by: indi52

issk,
thanks so much.
that is pink... 👏 actually isn't love what it is ultimately all about. this weird emotion we seem to be having the gift/ability to feel and express and lose ourselves to. my analyst often spoke of submission... to this very feeling, before it... knowing that is all one can do and when one finally says, yeah... this is it... a crazy making time ahead, yet a sense of peace within... or some other deep meaningful word.

of course, love is the only path to crack the distance and touch the eternal... something terrifyingly pure about love, no matter for whom.

this was a beautiful juncture in the wind and song crafted love story. perfectly timed i thought, though don't ask me why. and both the ladka and ladki were wondrous. the completely silent communication on the phone...

a good looking guy and a gun, at the risk of sounding completely neanderthal and politically incorrect... something exciting in that combo, visually.

the man was superb in those scenes... i actually was troubled by those ropes. and if i meet rocky on the streets ever, he better watch out. 😆