Blast from the Past Thread #25 Extn ** Khushi, I... ** P 119, Ep 274 - Page 41

Originally posted by: aarwen

Episode 258

As everyone crowds around the expectant mother, as everyone has a nervous breakdown, as everyone watching on the other side of the screen slowly loses hope of seeing their favourite person on screen even today, the phone rings. Moments before there was utter chaos as Anjali collapsed in anxiety. Naniji had only seconds before shed tears. It was turning out to be an awful day in the Raizada mansion. The news that he hadn't reached London had caused everyone to go crazy with worry. And then just as the Police is mentioned the phone rings...

Are the writers just teasing us? Was it a completely worthless call and all the buildup for nothing. The promos had said he was kidnapped, so was it a call for ransom? As we and everyone in that room listened with bated breaths Anjali confirmed it was chote at the other end. Would we get to see him? Hear him? I waited expectantly. Though not as expectantly as his wife.

Atlast he is on screen before me. He looks tired. Weary. The hair is not gelled. There is a stubble. A dark background close shot and that is enough to light up the screen before me. He is here.

Di scolds him lovingly and he bows his head. A sober expression on his face and a ready sorry on his lips. He knows she must be worrying. He is in Scotland and not London. But she has to confirm one more time. Such a natural thing to do when you are worried about someone. Ask him one more time if is he really is okay. He responds with a slight exasperated air. The ASR accent, I have so missed mentioning in my takes, falls on my delighted ears. And finally he swallows. All the emotions he must feel at this minute but cannot express.

Now Nani takes the phone. He can hear her anxious voice. The strong lady who taught him so much, who took care of him, in tears because she worries for him. His expressions close in a little more. What agony does it hide? No smart answer this time, no brushing away. Her grandson wants to assure her that is all.

Through all this stands his wife listening. hanging on to each word like her very life dependen on it. And in ways that matter, her life did depend on it. He is there on the phone talking to others. Maybe she can start to breathe after all.

As mami takes the phone the sad tune of the ASR with his family, almost prayer like song, plays. Dear mamiji prattles on and a tired face breaks into that gorgeous lopsided smile. He does feel normal talking to her. Yes she was also very worried, but she is also very mamiji and has to talk about gifts and shopping. With every right that he has let her have on him, she can demand that her nephew bring her and her brother gifts from the foreign land. Everyone smiling through the tears. Relief washing over now that they think their dear one is safe.

Only the wife remains jittery. It was such an ordeal not to know where he was. Plus he left after those awful fights. She wants to believe everything is fine now, but something tells her otherwise. "bas pata chal jata hai".. That he is around somewhere close.. Same way perhaps part of her knows he is jeopardy..

Aakash takes the phone and a mature business like brotherly conversation follows. Now almost back to normal before he realizes he has to hang up the call soon.

"Aur di ka aur".. And his lips quiver as they try and form the words.. What outstanding acting.. I could see Arnav pucker his lips.. "kh" ..soundless, struggling with the intensity of emotions he feels for her.. Making it impossible to remain impassioned while saying her name out loud..👏👏

"Achcha bhai Khushiji se baat kijiye".. Both had not said they want to talk to each other.. Yet they were destined to talk today.. He remains absolutely still.. Hardly daring to breathe.. And she straining, expectant ,hesitant.. Rabba ve serenades us as we near that magical moment.. Already the spell has start to cast..

Ami mentioned this in her take. I had also felt it months ago in my first watch too.. She moves away from the family. His wife, she can talk to him alone. Their private little world. And in it are only two people. Him and her. Heaving breath. Avalanche of feelings in her. And his face so different from the sharp well kept ASR look. Raw. Human. Heavenly.

He knows she is there. That movement of his adam's apple.. "khushi?".. A lingering question in the air.. Which kicks off a storm in her.. His voice husky.. And I think this is the first time in any of my reviews I have used this adjective, but have to today. Tinkling delicate melodious piano notes. She grasps the phone in both hands. She wants him near her. Wants to hold him. Longs to reach out to him.

What does one say at a time like this? Can words be ever enough at a time like this? Her tears can no longer be stopped.. He knows the state she is in.. Her tears have always affected him as he later confesses. Today it is time for a different confession.. Again the "khh".. It aches to take her name. He needs to be strong for her. "Main thik hun, okah".. She breaks down some more.. Can no longer contain those tears.. His fingers curled lovingly around his phone and her hands clutch tightly onto the phone she holds. This time he definitely breaks too. His head bent, eyes lowered. How can he make it right for her? He can't leave her in this state. Time is running out for him. There is so much he wants to say. "Just stop".. A little strictness.. Exquisite.. She cries.. Pearls fall from those eyes.. Streaking across that beautiful striken face.. Another hindi word.. "bilakhna".. A romantic sob, if I have to translate.. Her body shakes, she feels so much, but there is no outlet.. Mere acting?

"Khushi main".. That assymetrical lip, how it moves.. Does a dance of its own.. Unspoken words.. I hang onto the edge of my seat, my heart heavy.. What is it he wants to say? Why is he in this state? Is it only because he left after those harsh words ? Is it because she is crying this way? There is something else going on here. But what?

Now she waits.. Again that mehsoos. Maybe her heart knows he is trying to tell her something.. He jerks his head.. Perhaps a little impatient, exasperated.. He has never been this unsure.. And yet so absolutely sure.. "Khushi main tum.se".. The sentences that don't complete.."Farak parta hai dammit kyunki..." .. She pursed her lips choking back more tears threatening to overwhelm her completely. Again holding on to that phone. If only he were close. If only she could hold him as close. The state of incertitude conveyed so well by Barun that your heart beats in the same rhythm as his.. And then echoing in those winds.. As his face reaches serenity.. And a quiet certainty.. "Khushi I love you".. Her startled lovely eyes.. And his face finally almost relaxed.. A smile hidden somewhere.. He is relieved. He has said it. She knows now. He admitted it out loud. Yes he loves her... The solitary tear makes its lone journey down her cheek as it had months before when they both didn't know what was happening to them.. Between them..

Today they know. He has just said it. Khushi I love you.. An indescribable feeling of utmost sadness etched on his face.. He has just confessed his love. She is crying, he needed to tell her. For her sake. For his sake. And now his face gets taut again.. He has to go. This is all he can give her and himself, right now. He looks so forlorn.. Lost.. Ready for some battle.. It breaks my heart to see him this way..

An I love you like I have never seen before. No grand gestures. No flowery words. Not even in the same frame. Yet so utterly magically impossibly beautiful. Such a touching confessions that it overwhelms me. Makes me smile and cry at the same time. No matter how many times I watch it, it never fails to touch me. I want to put on my earphones so that the experience is just mine.. A private heaven.. The voice of the man as he says those simple words ringing in my ears. He has told her he loves her.. Nothing else matters.. "kisi aur chiz ka koi matlab nahi"..

What they managed to do in one scene is pricelss..timeless.. thank you for giving me something that make me feel this way.. a truest emotion.. of love..

General observations before I reached the only place that mattered..

The episode was so sweet inspite of the weird outfit they made Khushi wear. Are we supposed to remember the Delhi autorickshaw comment seeing the green and yellow?

Initially since I didn't remember how Khushi breaks the news of the phone call she received I wasn't happy that she did not immediately tell the family members about the call she received from london. If she was worried about di and nani she could have told Aakash. There is a suspenseful plot here by the creators to never give anything important to Aakash till of course they make him hand over that phone to Khushiji.

Did anyone notice that even HP was irritated with the delicate brainwa mamiji's birather.. "ye kya bol re hain?" . We understand your plight HP. You were used to Asr's shouting yelling get outting what theing and then Masala mama. Lesser men than you would have handed in that resignation right then itself. But then like us maybe you are putting up with everything knowing that the man of the house will return soon.

Lots of melodrama but I thought nice body language by Anjali as the worried sister. Her shoulders drooped as she dialed chote's number. She can lovingly boss over him, force him to temples, but in reality is completely dependent on him.

Naniji in tears. The tough matriarch but so soft where her loved ones are concerned. This character was really nice. How she handled dadi later.. Amazingly well done.

Aakash was actually very like his bhai like calm, sensible not adding to the tension as he took di inside. In fact I was remembering Sohara and Indu say they thought he could be the kidnapper. Very possible at this instant..

Hey devi maiyya I am an idiot.. That man who called Khushi was Aman? Shows how much attention I am paying in these episodes.

Just before the phone call came did you notice Shyam left the room? Should have been the sign for us.

Originally posted by: sohara

stupendous take.

the lines I marked blue are my favorite.

you beautifully wrote the confession scene. Such an out of the world type of confession! hai na! never seen before. Like you, it also impacted me so much that I laughed and cried at the same time. I saw this confession umpteenth times, but still I love watching this agian and again. And every time I watch I get more ecstatic. Barun and Sanaya together just kill me. Really never saw such jodi before.

There was nothing much in the episode except that phone conversation with our dream man, for whom our heart go haywire.

I also didn't like Khushi hide the truth from the family. Arnav didn't reach London and he didn't board the flight, it's a serious matter. How Khushi could think to hide it. And why she didn't tell it to Akash. Can't agree more what you said about Akash's character. He was a decent actor, but don't know why cvs butchered his character so badly.

What you said about HP's thought was hilarious. Masala mama is a weird character. But I somehow enjoyed him. May be I'm too penchant towards IPK. I liked whatever they showed.😃

Originally posted by: aarwen

Episode 263

lovely moment

There is something extremely and indescribably touching to see ASR, who was till not too long ago a cynical jaded man, dream about the girl he loves.. A man who a few months ago wanted to have nothing to do with the emotion called love. so right... totally touching. Who had been tormented at the idea that a girl right out of nowhere could cause upheaval in his life. He was determined that no girl could make a difference in his life. A man who even more recently was but a jilted lover and fiercely protective brother. And here he sat completely worn out, tied in ropes, with his heart still soaring at the sight of the girl he knew could not possibly be there in front of him.

His eyelids blinked open and the tired eyes came into focus. The eyebrows constricted in a fleeting frown as he registered who was before him. Kneeling in front of him was the face he longed to see, of the very girl he longed to be with. His wife. "Khushi" his incredulous relieved whisper out loud... She sat kneeling in front of him. A determined unwavering expression adorned those beautiful features tonight. The face that has unknowingly arrested his attention so many times in the past. The face he yearns to see right now. that was the thing, how badly he wanted to see her... and she him.

The camera pans and reality sinks in. A man physically restrained in a dull sodden shirt, lovely description... and still looking ddg despite it 😳 bound to a chair, limp hands.. such attention to detail in the frame, in the pose of the actor in this frame.. And on the dusty floor of that warehouse where he is being held captive, they created this environment almost perfectly... now why did i write that almost... it was perfect, better in fact than shantivan and gh really... something so gritty and real about it.

opposite him sits a woman. Long black hair cascading down her shoulders.. Flowy Chiffon anarkali in bright colors.. His mind conjured an image of her which matched how she looked when he had confessed the all important all encompassing truth of their existence.. He loved her.. Her back erect, alert, the woman leans towards the man, almost drawn into him. The wind plays with her hair and as he drinks her in even in his exhaustion he can't help smile in wonder. Khushi?

His hand stretched out to reach her. But both look down at the rope that restrains him. A strange disturbing helplessness as he stares at his inability to break free. And a glistening heartbreaking tear makes its way down her cheek. A tear had travelled the same path when she had heard.. He loved her.. Her eyes move back up to him. For now he relinquishes the fight against his restrains. Perhaps it did not matter that he could not physically touch her. For now she was here.. Khushi sach mein tum ho? A childlike innocent surrender in that question. Why does it take me back to the night when he stood looking at the galaxy full of twinkling stars and had asked her about his mother.. "Kya wo sach mein taare ban jaate hai?" Was it this belief that had sown gradually, but steadily within him thanks to the presence of this girl? And was that the very same belief that made it possible to dream about her today? He smiles.. He thought it was all just a dream.. okay, just there below is mine... and the word "sach" took me staright to the stars too...

If it was the making artist who deserves credit for Barun's look then how did the same artist not able to make this man look good in the last few tracks of the show? maybe the makeup guy left too.

Her fingers are still outstretched holding onto thin air that lay between their two separate bodies. They may be apart, but their souls have long since merged into one being.. With infinite care her hand raised to stroke his hair and rest on his cheek. Those chiseled immaculate cheek bones that once were unblemished in glory are covered in grime and sweat today. He had completed this same gesture many times before. But she.. when had she really got a chance to show her love? On holi in an inebriated state she had cupped his face and showered him with love in the surreal way only a young girl in love for the very first time could do. He could not let himself fall for that even thought his heart repeatedly reminded him of that trusting guileless moment. Maybe subconsciously he remembered that gesture. He felt safe when she held him this way. His cheek angled itself closer as he nuzzled into her hand.. felt safe... yeah... nice thought... when she cradled him with her touch, a part of him always vulnerable, felt strong maybe... curious how two people complement and support each other, in the nooks and crannies within.

I notice his face was trusting, relaxed as if her presence meant he no longer needed to fight. Everything was going to be alright. Her face on the other hand seems all grown up tonight. A woman taking care of her man. Perhaps he needs her strength for a few minutes while he lets go and indulges in the safety of a fantasy. 👏 👏 But just like that night with the stars when she had not been able to tell him a lie, today tenderly she lets him know it is his dream. The wretchedness returns in those hollow eyes as her image dissolves. The few seconds of coveted interlude he allowed himself fade away with it. The hand all this while had remained outstretched, straining to hold her.. The soothing noise of the wind is replaced by the unnerving crackling of electric pulse..

He cannot bear it. Before our very eyes we see this man breaking down. His palm clenches hard and you don't think it is anything except his despair.. till he turns over that hand and slowly the fingers start to open. Within it lies what treasure.. His girl's very essence.. A single trinket.. a relic of the pom poms that were part of all her dresses. That bobbled merrily whenever she went. It had followed Arnavji. It had refused to be left behind. Not willing to stay apart from him, it had come with him to keep him company in the darkest loneliest hour.. Sometimes it was a very significant key, mannat ki chabhi, sometimes those precious pearls, sometimes a priceless anklet, her amma's payal, always it felt like the whole universe had conspired to ensure these two would remain together. Now when they had finally admitted to themseleves that they did want to be together forever, they had been forced apart. Today an inconsequential almost silly looking pink piece of bauble connected her securely to him. It was this absolutely wondrous thing called love that IPK got right each time. so true... they may botch it elsewhere but almost never here. only that paternity test by khushi, and her bringing back shyam... hiccups, but from asr's end... even amid atrocious tracks, the note is right. and aspirational to the core.

How must the man feel.. when he remembers she had tried valiantly desperately to stop him from leaving. He had disregarded her truth, rejected her attempts.. Left her torn weeping alone in a crowded airport as he resolutely walked away from her.. His wife who had stayed up all night taking care of him .. Been mad with worry about him when he was only slightly ill.. She had held onto him and not let him fall.. And he had flung their framed photograph onto the road in anger.. the glass had cracked into a million pieces, just like the heart of the girl he had accused of being characterless.. Even then she had tried to let him know she cared and he had not given her a chance to explain.. Only gotten angrier and harsher at her.. When he had her hand in his he had wretched himself free. Now what would he not give to have that same hand safely tucked in his?

He had turned in the airport to go back to her, but what if it was too late now? He had let her know he loved her, but what if he never saw her again? How would she survive without him? How would her smile return? What could he do? Why were things this messed up? Oh if only I knew all the questions that he must ask himself as he closed his eyes in what felt like soul searing grief to me. A man whose happy dream of love shatters yet again.

Originally posted by: ArshiHamesha

Really nice indi😊

Loved the way you have described it in two contrast scenes...but as this is what we are going to...telepathy so the intensity should emerge with strong emotions but if you remember during Shyam's putting ring on her ..that night Khushi was going through with that and he was feeling all sorts of emotions within and today she is doing the same ...

My comments are in between

Originally posted by: sohara

Episode-256

Khushi looks derelict submerged in undecipherable grief. Arnav's thought swirls around her mind.Though she is trying to occupy herself in work but she doesn't forget to check her phone every now and then, expecting Arnav's call. Anjali who is really worried for Khushi comes to her room to comfort her. khushi again breaks down in front of her. she hugs Anjali and tears streams down from her eyes redundantly. Without him she is getting crazy every day. A deluge of emotions encompass her heart. To alleviate her mood Anjali jests her that she is already a bit crazy. When she gets more upset Anjali apologizes. Khushi tells her that she doesn't know what's happening with her. She misses him everywhere, in every moment. This room, the kitchen, jalebi and his plants what is also getting lifeless without him. Her eyes are swirling with emotions too deep for her to perfectly fathom and thoughts too complex for her to unravel.

Anjali cares her cheek lovingly and tells her that chottey is very lucky to get a life partner like her who cares him so much, perhaps more than her. She tries to lessen her tension by saying that he messaged her after reaching London. That means he is fine. If Khushi is still tensed then she can call him. Anajlai calls at Arnav's number. He doesn't pick her call but the voice mail plays.

"hi this is Arnav singh Raizada. I'm busy in the meeting right now. please leave a message after the beep"

Anjali left a message for him, why he didn't call Khushi. he must call her as soon as his meeting ends.

Anjali tells Khushi the reason of her disquietude, cause she loves Arnav immensely. it's not a moment of tension but a very happy moment for her.

Mami finally teaches Babli a lesson. Babli came to Akash's room to check whether Payal got rebuked for burning the shirt or not. Cause a while ago she laid down the hot iron on Akash's shirt, so the shirt gets burnt and Payal get scolded. When she sees everything looks fine between Payal and Akash, she gets ambiguous. mami comes there and asks about her wariness. She shows her misdeed what masala mama recorded in his camcorder. Mami quips,

"Dekhne mein small wonder, but itna bara blunder hello hi, bye bye."

Babli is in compunction now. She tells mami, how she sent Payal in her room and concocted to get Payal scolded. Mami wants to know the reason of her malevolence for payal. Babli tells her that since Payal came Akash is not paying enough attention to her and she thinks he doesn't love her like before, only loves Payal.

Payal intervenes right them. She brought milk for Babli. When she sees her crestfallen face, she becomes worried and asks her what's wrong. Masala mama shows Payal her cut pics. Before Payal can react, mami berates her to get out from the room.

While leaving the room, Babli runs to Payal and stops her. In contrition she tells her everything about her misdeed. Mami already admonishes Payal not to say anything to Babli.

How could mami thought that such a nave and nice girl like Payal can scold anybody! She nicely makes her understand that she must not think that Akash's love lessened for her. He is always her Mr.A and remains so forever. No one ever can replace such an adorable girl's place in his life. But Babli is afraid; Akash will be upset if he comes to know about this matter. Payal assures her that it will remain a secret between them forever.

There are mlange of doubts and worries spurting and crackling in her mind's cauldron for not getting Arnav's call. Khushi anticipates, he may enrage after getting Anjali's message and can assume, Khushi must've complained Anjali against him. She thinks to call him. She consternates again to see his message. It's not palatable that he messaged her! He never messaged her before. Right then she gets a call from him. But the line has been cut before she hears anything. She calls him back and the same message played again, that he is in meeting. She wonders how cum his meeting didn't finish yet. It's so late at night. An impregnable fear engulfs her heart. you do feel for khushi and your writing always shows that. a touching take.

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"aap agaya."

Khushi wakes up from sleep in a jolt. Her handsome prince 😳 is lying on the chaise and slowly turns towards her. his eyes are murky with love and tenderness. Along with Khushi my heart also did somersault to see the handsome visage after a while. A frisson of excitement runs down her body. She turns on the light in merriment, but the man vanished. She becomes woebegone again. She can't fathom what is real and what is her dream! she again calls him and the same messaged played again. It's 4:00 in the morning and in London must be 11:30, then how cum he is still in the meeting! Her demented mind throws her in ambiguity again.

Pause: when the episode was first aired I really wished if he would've come back. I remember some crazy fan girls sent hate mail to treasurywala to snatch away our Arnav. I know it was very unethical and I can't support this kind of act, but I sure can understand their feelings. It proves how much his fans love him and I guess no other celebrity does have such pagal fandom. And everything is fair in love and war right? 🤣 we are all slightly lunatic.

Two guys from AR's London office are also tensed for ASR. Everybody checked in the hotel, except him. He never did such thing before and it was an important conference as well. Another guy confirmed that he even didn't board the plane. They are also precarious; where did he go?

Khushi is traipsing slowly across the hall. She looks so decadent as if everything bereaved from her life. She brought tea for nani. She is so immersed in her thought that she doesn't hear that nani is telling her she is already having her tea. Khushi comes back from her trance when nani beckoned her twice. She apologizes to nani for not hearing her. nani can understand her restless mind. When she asks her if is she fine, she gets emotional and she scurries fast towards her room. After Arnav left, it's arduous for her to be happy. . Anjali also gets tensed to see her like this.

Shyam contrived another dirty ploy to come close to Khushi. When he finds his shower is not working he goes to Khushi's room to take shower. Though Anjali suggested him to go to any other room, but the creep denied making all lame excuses. As soon as Anjali told him to use Arnav's bathroom he accepted it enthusiastically.

After taking shower in Arnav's bathroom, he waits for Khushi to come in. His bare body disgusted me. it feels a complete anarchy in the house during ASR's absence. anarchy. great word. sure does feel like that.

When Khushi enters the room, he starts to flirt with her. Khushi gets tremulous in anger to see him in her room or moreover without shirt. She asks him how dare he came to her room like this! He banters, as her Arnavji is not at home, he is here to fill his blank. Khushi's anger spirals towards zenith to hear his sick thought. He again jeers her, "there shouldn't be any difference whether he is here or not, rather it should affect your married life."

Khushi can't bear his insinuation and his nasty words any more. she tells him with contempt to get out from her room.

"you didn't say warna." He replies with a sardonic smile.

Khushi again tells him grimly to go out from her room right then. shyam stoops more low and tells her that he still can be her choice, once upon a time he was her choice.

humari kamzori, apki yeh gusse bhare acke...my weakness is your eyes filled with anger. When do you look at Arnav with such glance?"

Khushi's anger pulsates more.

"Apni gandi jaban se unka naam bhi nahi lenga...don't utter his name from your filthy mouth" Khushi rebukes him with gritted teeth.

"not him, I'm talking about your look. And really khushiji, your this look embedded in my heart."

Shyam's effrontery is getting unbearable. I wish without thinking the consequence if Khushi could divulge his nasty face what he veneered from the family..

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