Blast from the Past Thread #25 Extn ** Khushi, I... ** P 119, Ep 274 - Page 63

Originally posted by: DurgaS

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Episode 250 - 251

Kahaan hai?

Mere khamosh kamre mein chupke se aake

Gungunanewali wo jhankaar kahaan hai?

Kahaan hai timtimaate taare?

Deewar pe lagke, itraata Salman kahaan hai?

Mere berang almari par karke kabzaa

Usme bhare huye chamkile rang kahaan hai?

Kahaan hai wo shaitani mizaaj?

Mere dil ko choota wo alhad muskaan kahaan hai?

Jab wo khud rahe door, toh kyun poochta hai man

Jo kare baar baar pareshaan, wo kahaan hai?

Kahaan hai wo raahat, ke main chal diya door?

Aise mein dil ko milta chain kahaan hai?

Translation:

Stealthily entering my quiet room

And humming, where's that wind chime?

Where are the twinkling stars?

Where is that proud Salman on the wall?

Taking possession of my colourless wardrobe

And filled with shiny colours, where are they?

Where is that mischievous temperament?

Where is that naughty smile that touches my heart?

When she herself stays far, then why does the heart ask

The one who harasses time and again, where is she?

Where is the relief that I am going far?

Where is the peace of mind that I should be having now?

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Originally posted by: Horizon

Then they hugged...and the magic envelops us!

The love story of ASR and Khushi that dawned in the sprawling corridors of an august mansion reached a specific crescendo in a grim warehouse. It perhaps represented their long and arduous journey. In an impromptu phone call he would confess his love for her almost as his last wish with NO hope to see or hear her again. But there is an intangible, dynamic force in love that brought them together at an unforeseeable place.

Gust of wind as a divine emissary, they sensed, almost foresaw each other being there. When they found themselves just few meters apart, after almost being swept away by a fierce gale, their eyes conversed, their hearts sung. A distraught Khushi always worries him endless.. he has to make sure if she is OK.. "theek ho thum" he asked ... oh the girl is certainly NOT OK..ever since she is caught in the whirlpool of his intense gaze...all the days and months of agony need to find a solace right here in his arms... she leapt like there is NO tomorrow.. .. their frames clasped to revel in, savor every micro second of that moment...a unison that is much preordained!

That day

In torrents it poured

of her unyielding zest and his deep unrest

Wrapped was his insulating hand

around her fragile waist

bore into her soul

his persuading, seeking, searching, eyes..

a seethe.. and a whisper left mute..

theek ho thum??

That day

Just as she prayed to her peerless confidant

He wafted in rooting there still

Khushi he crooned .. out set her soft feet

crashing onto his frame

her fulcrum..

to allay...to pour.. to bury.. all her din

No baroque words..

no placatory signs

a gnawing wince on his visage

a seethe.. and a whisper left mute..

theek ho thum??

Many suns blazed

many a moons crossed

autumn bids adieu

as spring heralds

Into his frozen dew drop

storms in her beaming ray

a rainbow gleams

as darkness dispelled away

In a dusty desolate dungeon

She dashed

to clutch onto every of his grain

submitting hers..

His hands entwined

submerging in an embrace

A unison in abandon...

Becos

Today

A rip.. a roar..

the tide touched its shore

a melody set root

the whisper wasn't left mute

"theek ho thum"??!!

Originally posted by: DurgaS

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Thanks for the help, Faiqa. 😳

Episode 249 - 250

Saha na jaaye

Yun bigde halaat, sambhale na jaaye

Aapki berukhi, humse sahi na jaaye

Pehle bhi kahi thi kayi kadvi baatein

Begairat, bemuravvat humey kaha tha aapne

Taqleef thi tab, par chot aaj gehri hai khayi

Bewafai ka taana humse saha na jaaye

Betaab hain ke, ye maamla sulajh jaaye

Zabardasti ka dhaaga, humse na choda jaaye

Karen kya jo aapko, humpe yakeen ho

Yun dekha andekha karna, humse saha na jaaye

Translation:

So worsened has the situation, not able to manage

Your indifference, I am not able to bear

Earlier too had uttered many bitter words

Irresponsible, disrespectful, you had called me

Had difficulty then, but today it hurt deep

The fraudster taunt, I am not able to bear

Eager I am, that this matter gets solved

The forced thread I cannot leave

What should I do, that would make you believe me

Your ignoring my presence, I am not able to bear

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Originally posted by: DurgaS

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Episode 250 - 251

Kahaan hai?

Mere khamosh kamre mein chupke se aake

Gungunanewali wo jhankaar kahaan hai?

Kahaan hai timtimaate taare?

Deewar pe lagke, itraata Salman kahaan hai?

Mere berang almari par karke kabzaa

Usme bhare huye chamkile rang kahaan hai?

Kahaan hai wo shaitani mizaaj?

Mere dil ko choota wo alhad muskaan kahaan hai?

Jab wo khud rahe door, toh kyun poochta hai man

Jo kare baar baar pareshaan, wo kahaan hai?

Kahaan hai wo raahat, ke main chal diya door?

Aise mein dil ko milta chain kahaan hai?

Translation:

Stealthily entering my quiet room

And humming, where's that wind chime?

Where are the twinkling stars?

Where is that proud Salman on the wall?

Taking possession of my colourless wardrobe

And filled with shiny colours, where are they?

Where is that mischievous temperament?

Where is that naughty smile that touches my heart?

When she herself stays far, then why does the heart ask

The one who harasses time and again, where is she?

Where is the relief that I am going far?

Where is the peace of mind that I should be having now?

DurgaS's Index

Excellent findings of these elements which are in between them since from the beginning. especially underlined.👏

His state of mind gets activated ,the moment she comes to reality, he opens his eyes and stretches his hand out to grab the phone which was lying before him .He ignores the surroundings as there is a determination in those tired eyes which makes him keeping moving forward but his tied hands don't let him...but his lips only shape up her name "Khu..."...👏

this scene is amazing when both are trying to reach for each other and this also reminded me the night of Khushi and Shyam's engagement when he was having a ball with his turmoil and emotions , nahin yaad karoonga" and she was saying this a day before I won't remember him but both can't do that

...

Pause here:Their communication device was off in guest house but she knew he was here and he knew she was in danger ...and today again that device is off but she knows he is in danger...

She is in the search within as she can't disclose the news to family, tired the police but door is closed because she needs PROOF...

👏

Originally posted by: Horizon

Then they hugged...and the magic envelops us!

The love story of ASR and Khushi that dawned in the sprawling corridors of an august mansion reached a specific crescendo in a grim warehouse. It perhaps represented their long and arduous journey. In an impromptu phone call he would confess his love for her almost as his last wish with NO hope to see or hear her again. But there is an intangible, dynamic force in love that brought them together at an unforeseeable place.

Gust of wind as a divine emissary, they sensed, almost foresaw each other being there. When they found themselves just few meters apart, after almost being swept away by a fierce gale, their eyes conversed, their hearts sung. A distraught Khushi always worries him endless.. he has to make sure if she is OK.. "theek ho thum" (are you OK?) he asked ... oh the girl is certainly NOT OK..ever since she is caught in the whirlpool of his intense gaze...all the days and months of agony need to find a solace right here in his arms... she leapt like there is NO tomorrow.. .. their frames clasped to revel in, savor every micro second of that moment...a unison that is much preordained!👏👏👏

That day

In torrents it poured

of her unyielding zest and his deep unrest

Wrapped was his insulating hand

around her fragile waist

bore into her soul

his persuading, seeking, searching, eyes..

a seethe.. and a whisper left mute..

theek ho thum??

That day

Just as she prayed to her peerless confidant

He wafted in rooting there still

Khushi he crooned .. out set her soft feet

crashing onto his frame

her fulcrum..

to allay...to pour.. to bury.. all her din

No baroque words..

no placatory signs

a gnawing wince on his visage

a seethe.. and a whisper left mute..

theek ho thum??

Many suns blazed

many a moons crossed

autumn bids adieu

as spring heralds

Into his frozen dew drop

storms in her beaming ray

a rainbow gleams

as darkness dispelled away

In a dusty desolate dungeon

She dashed

to clutch onto every of his grain

submitting hers..

His hands entwined

submerging in an embrace

A unison in abandon...

Becos

Today

A rip.. a roar..

the tide touched its shore

a melody set root

the whisper wasn't left mute

"theek ho thum"??!!

Originally posted by: indi52

are you there or a dream i dream
as hope deserts as light does dim
in my dark and wretched
tired bedraggled parched
annihilated being a heart it beats
for you have cried tears in silence and
i have known what i had anyway known
even when i did seem
not to
or pretend or fake or dissemble
or feign or hide or mask
yet all along
it was this and more of this alone
khushi, i love you
are you there or a dream i dream
are you here where i hold you in a fist
caught tight, in memories banked and
stored in my atom and blood
playing back holding me lest i slip
dreams... reality... what's not ours
come, touch me
and let me rest my heart

what a marvelous poem!

episode 263

"kaun hai ee log," who are these people, asked manorama watching the cc tv footage on the video player. asr left with four goons.

and soon after, ransom or firauti came up. kidnap was clearly mentioned by khushi... and mami ji got ready to sell everything she had for "handsome" as in ransom. writer had a nice inspired second and perhaps laughed a little at the followers of handsome who by then were ready to do anything for him... and they were certainly not keeping quiet on the forum and elsewhere.

Oh handsome for sure. they wanted the handsome, not the ransom.

usually we see middle class people sells their jewelry during crisis. But they were filthy rich. it felt weird to me that mami wanted to sell her jewelry. She doesn't have cash or credit card!

it's been a week since he's gone. if he's been kidnapped, mysteriously no ransom has been asked for.

"bhat eej moteebhj?" asks mami ji. a smart question. one more that would never be answered. anyway, like asr i have decided to love ipk without insiting on anything being proved or substantiated... given in before a higher emotion... lub.

and just to tell me not to ever ever lose hope come a few exquisite moments.

uff never saw a man looks so sexy in disheveled condition.

almost halfway into the episode, there's hard reality on one side; and a man in ropes with a dream in his heart on the other.

khushi has just said that no matter what she will find out about the four guys who have kidnapped arnav ji and a slow cross dissolve to asr lying prone, weak and wan it seems...

when a gust of wind and something awaken him... again that visual hint of connection between the two.

his eyes are incredulous, lips break into a slight smile... so tired he looks.

camera goes across his back and reveals what gets his eyes shining... it is she. she sits there in yellow and green looking up at him...

hey hey... the wind blows steady... another world it creates again.

as he gazes at her a little confused, not quite sure what to make of this, energy pours into him, he smiles... sort of, head lifting..

no double, no triple... it's them together after a long long time.

feel so good to see them in the same frame.

"khushi..." he must whisper her name... in it is life... is hope... is love

is his reality.

his hand reaches immediately... a grasp of heaven, a worn out man seeks. always ready to fight back, not give in, take the little hope held out to him.

a beautiful poignant gesture, she looks at his hand, it can't reach where it wants to...

he looks at his hand almost shocked as if he has no recollection of it being bound...

the brave free man...

her tears flow at the sight of the ropes...

she looks at that stopped hand...

a terribly helpless moment... asr is defeated?

he has to ask.. "khushi sach mein tum ho?" is it you... really.

it's perhaps never a matter of truth or false, but one of faith, belief, vishwas. extra rational. like her stars is she to him at this moment it seems to me... he will believe she is here. and in that itself the strength he has lost in the years of living locked and stricken. holding onto only the hard realities, the here and now... money, power, things that this world understands... he has fought back with that... but this one needs more. it needs the power of a dream. a palpable one. one he can touch. his hands are restless to catch it and keep it.

very beautifully written, And I love the expression...power of dream.

so tired, parched...

the sweetest smile, "mujhe laga koi sapna hai..." i thought you were a dream.

as her hand... free... easily moves and goes all the way up to his cheek, he turns his face, holding his cheek out to feel her touch... first time since he has told her that he does love her... khushi, i love you.

how much his mind and heart must be yearning for her right now.

a fantasy, a dream seems to be here... loving him...

"yeh sapna hi toh hai, arnav ji..." this is a dream indeed, says the beautiful girl with tears and a magic touch.

and she's gone... he is alone.

bereft, barren and dark is his world once more. perhaps as it had always been till she fell in that outlandish moment into his arms.

Yes yes, yes, before she entered his life, his life was dark and barren like this.

he is lost but again his fist clenches tight, he looks down at what his hand opens to reveal is in it... a pink pompom...

seemed again a part of her had found a way to latch onto him... dupatta, jhumka, gota edge of kurta, now pompom... how much she had beseeched him not to go at the airport. she had snatched away his ticket and passport. seems when he took it back from her brusquely, along had come a dark pink pompom and settled into his pocket for the long ride ahead.

clutching it, a sign of the jhalli mad girl he loves, he survives on a hope.

the emptiness in his eyes.

mat jaiye, she had said.

she had taken care of him at night... held his hand over a huge rangoli... moments of his lover breathe life into in this hour of despair. he has smashed the picture... he is flinging her on the bed.

the memories fill him with pain.

she is outside the airport, he is striding in... the last time they met.

it's been more than a week. mami ji is convinced even the dhobi can't be trusted... writers use mami ji to go to the point where khushi starts thinking shyam may be a suspect too and the chase begins. he has asked some man to be brought to some mysterious place, khushi no doubt will follow him.

Originally posted by: DurgaS

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Episode 250 - 251

Kahaan hai?

Mere khamosh kamre mein chupke se aake

Gungunanewali wo jhankaar kahaan hai?

Kahaan hai timtimaate taare?

Deewar pe lagke, itraata Salman kahaan hai?

Mere berang almari par karke kabzaa

Usme bhare huye chamkile rang kahaan hai?

Kahaan hai wo shaitani mizaaj?

Mere dil ko choota wo alhad muskaan kahaan hai?

Jab wo khud rahe door, toh kyun poochta hai man

Jo kare baar baar pareshaan, wo kahaan hai?

Kahaan hai wo raahat, ke main chal diya door?

Aise mein dil ko milta chain kahaan hai?

Translation:

Stealthily entering my quiet room

And humming, where's that wind chime?

Where are the twinkling stars?

Where is that proud Salman on the wall?

Taking possession of my colourless wardrobe

And filled with shiny colours, where are they?

Where is that mischievous temperament?

Where is that naughty smile that touches my heart?

When she herself stays far, then why does the heart ask

The one who harasses time and again, where is she?

Where is the relief that I am going far?

Where is the peace of mind that I should be having now?

DurgaS's Index