Blast from the Past Thread #26 ** Talk to me ** P 132, Ep 299 - Page 56

Originally posted by: Horizon

I was reading indi's original forum post from that day on page 63 and flown straight into the thoughts how this all unfolded for all of us, borrowing from indi again.. Diehard Ipkkndian... I laughed at this term but take an absolute pride in being exactly that.. a diehard IPKKNDian... that day. . ...July 4th 2012...celebrated as independence day here in the US.. .. symbol of freedom.. how we were all here ecstatic at the literal freedom ASR acquired that day...at the symbolic freedom asr and Khushi's love secured that day.. Love until now held in the clutches of denial, some one's foul play, finally liberated... reaching, drenching them.. their first unconditional coming together ... with no fear of goons or a guile... with no confines of a bricks or bluff.. ..

Not exactly this epi, but the gutsy Khushi we all loved came back rushing when she put Shyam firmly in his place.. "zameen asman ka farq hai.. par ye farq aapke samajh ke bahar hai"... there is a sea of difference between you and arnavji , but this contrast is beyond your understanding..the sight of Khusahi all gagged up left to literally die on the road was heart breaking.. then there was a sight when even the non drollers of that time couldn't help .. oohing, aawing,. swooning... at the sight of a specific man in a down rotten vest flying away in a topless jeep with his hair flowing all over.. can we have more of that please.. drives in a topless 4 wheelers??!!!.. thats what we exactly felt that day...

I still do not know how many times he said Khushi... 26, 28 , a number read some where seem to knock.. but every time he took her name it came straight from his soul. Singing from under the belly is considered one of the hall marks of great singing, not just sounding from one's vocal cords .. it comes from much under below.. the impact hard to miss..
Every time he said Khushi.. it felt it came much deeper than just from his lips... his heart.. his belly.. his soul...

that reunion on the hill top... did he really lose Khushi.. his Khushi..
the power of love... undeniable... ASR remembered precisely how their hearts connected.. how they can not beat without each other.. how they beat for each other...how they beat TOGETHER.. if his is beating.. hers MUST..who said asr- Khushi's love is all about physical attraction, sexual tension and shallow... can a love be any more soulful and heart rendering...

The mandirt in the backdrop couldn't be a coincidence, but a spot on the top was carefully chosen to include that.. didn't Khushi pray to DM while praying in that bhoolbhulayya in the sheesh mahal and her path taken led her exactly to her man... didn't she lose her appointment letter to AR warehouse at DM temple before she commenced her work that led her exactly to AR desings instead of warehouse.. this is a union very dear to the supreme..

How much her habitual things like grabbing his lapel mattered He breathed life just along side with her.. with her "hmm"...how relieved, over joyed he was...a walk on with her in his arms... with a holy mandir overseeing... a sight to behold, treasure...

Irony ...a man who claims to write his own destiny can not take one breath without a frail, pesky and petite girl..

Long live my ASR and Khushi.. where ever you are...

Thank you all of you to celebrate this very special moment...

Originally posted by: indi52

^^^

madam kizhy,

babua's face...😆

flirt flirt flirt you flown away one... i am going to slow mo that shot at various speeds and make a full length feature out of it... ha, the power of tech, it is all mine, samjhe aap.

i am going to be dying again there on that "bed top".

thanks for weeping buckets on every vm of mine... yesss beatles. they make me feel sixties fresh young rules all gone flying singing trying a way and smoothly making contact with the sweetest spot. can't buy me lu-huv.

Originally posted by: kizh72

Beautifully written, Indu. That cliff top scene get you every single time, irrespective of the number of times you've watched it. That grabbing of the lapel, the man has noticed that from the very first time its happened and never forgotten it!

Originally posted by: Katelyn

Originally posted by: indi52

The conclusion of a chase

Leads to beginning of another race

To rescue her with all his power

And stop her from becoming a star

All the pleads, when turn futile

The heartbeats, bring back his smile

A miracle that she's revived

From oblivion, their love survived

The cliff top enters IPK's Hall of fame

So how many times did he take Khushi's name?

indeed a Hall of fame and I lost the count how may yet since the day he called her with her first name ...Guest house...and on ward

Lovely D😊

one of iss pyaar ko's most spectacular episodes gives us nearly ten minutes of deadly grandeur and beauty. every time i heard the "it's not FUNNY" in the promo, even if i weren't looking at the screen at that time, something would give way inside me. this time too, it reached right in and scraped something within. a man, a woman and love... was taken to a height again. clifftop? more like the top of a majestic mountain where the air is rare and the feelings pure... where nothing touches you except for crisp clean gusts of wind and mists of rabba ve and you smile slightly when she says "hmm", a smile that touches the skies. under the open sky he had rushed and held her in the rain... had lost his resistance, almost his mind, as he walked toward her just feeling a desire, unable to think... under this very sky he had roared into the night and let a trap claim him, again because of that very love... and just the night before they had spoken to each other though far apart, she sitting right below her stars, he with that image in his heart. what a magnificent place an emotion has reached... also, really, how many times did he say "khushi"?


welcome to episode 288.

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ulgI5nwVZZY&feature=youtu.be[/YOUTUBE]

here's "tenderly", a vm about the rescue episodes. it is long... eight minutes and a bit. with one of my favourite love songs that i thought went very well with the story.

i do hope you enjoy. please switch to "hd".

Indi Soothing lines and such a soulful VM...Love the song selection ...incredible scenes and all fit together like a puzzle pieces...

Thnx for this treat❤️




credits: the poem is by DurgaS... notes and vm, indi52

Originally posted by: indi52

hi everyone,

i just came across this interview taken way back, it's lovely and reminded me once more of why i was here.

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KdXTAv8kD8c[/YOUTUBE]
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Originally posted by: indi52

this is not FUNNY... 10 minutes on 3 july 2012

i posted this on the forum, soon after the episode was aired... have posted it on blast before... but this seems the right place post it, so here goes.

the first almost 10-minute sequence of the 3rd july episode was one of the most beautiful i've ever seen anywhere. we all remember arnav frantically looking for khushi, finding her, and bringing her back to consciousness. i was fascinated by everything in that scene, including what was said, with words and otherwise.

for diehard ipkkndians, here's the text of arnav's dialogues on that day. much laughter has been shared over how many times he said "khushi". i think i managed to catch all of them. count if you are a stats freak. just read if you wish to go over those moments again.

right at the end he says something very interesting. no need to say anything.

starting second sequence of 3rd july till last evening, 5th july, that's what he's been doing: not saying anything. or is he actually saying everything without uttering a word?

in these words of 3rd july lie the roots of many things we'll be seeing from now on, i feel. so, a ready reference. enjoy.


khushi!
khushiii!
khushi!
khushii!

he's looking for her scanning the ledge and the trench.
pause, he sees her.

smiles and makes his way to her:
khushi!!

rabba ve enters as he reaches her.
khushi, khushi, everything is fine... khushi! sab theek hai.

he gathers her close and draws her away from the slope.
rabba vey under.
cut to shyam's call.
back to asr and khushi on level ground.
he checks to see if she's alright, notices her hand lying limp.
guest house flashback, nainital flashback, remembers how she's always held on to him even while unconscious, and now her hand is motionless.

khushi... khushi... khushi... khushi, don't worry, sab theek hai, khushi... everything is fine (shaking her gently) main bhi theek hoon... we're safe now, khushi.

looks at her face, perplexed, worried sick.
khushi, tum kuch bolti kyon nahin... (voice thickening)... khushi, say something, dammit!

growing urgency, shakes her face.
khushi... what... khushi, baat karo mujhse... (voice rising with an edge of anger born of extreme worry) khushi, say something!
khushi!! khushi! khushi.
crash of thunder, music, he sees blood on his hands from the back of her head.

khushi! khushi! khushi, talk to me dammit! this is not FUNNY!
lifts her hand and starts rubbing it.
khushi, kuch bolo!! say something... please say something, khushi, khush-!
her hand falls to the floor, lifeless. crash.
he's nonplussed. mournful music strains in. he's beginning to panic, close to tears. looking at her face, imploring.
please kuch bolo na, please say something dammit, KHUSHI!
looks at her face cradled in his hand. hugs her to him, crying.
looks at her again.
khushi, khushi, wake up please.
pleads.
checks to see if she's breathing, hand below her nostrils. nothing.
noooh... apni ankhen kholo, khushi please please... just breathe... just breathe, khushi... i'm telling YOU TO BREATHE DAMMIT!

lays her on the ground, starts pumping her chest.
tearful.
khushi, wake up, please.
flashback, only voiceover, then visual:
khushi: phir aapke zindagi ki sabse achhi aur ranjhe ki zindagi ki sabsi buri ghadi ayegi.
arnav: matlab?
khushi: hum mar jayenge.

he starts and shudders at the memory of the heer ranjha scene.
pumps with determination.
khushi! khushi, wake up dammit.
voice wobbles even as he tries to stay in control.
khushi, say something to me...kh..

another memory in voice only this time:
khushi: samajhiye hum bhi tara bangaye... raat mein daayen se tisra, jo sabse zyada chamak raha hai, wo hum hai.

he keeps pumping.
no khushi, you can't do this to me, khushi.

he won't let her go, she can't just die. mouth to mouth resuscitation. no use. he is desperate. in ragged whisper.
khushi, please say something.
strokes her face.
khushi, please say something.
pulls her face close and in tears, eyes shut, presses his lips to her forehead.
looks at her face tenderly.

voice thickening with tears and emotion:
khushi please, please khushi... khushi, mai tumhare b-!
he cuts short the bad bad thought.
tum mere sath aisa nahin kar sakti, khushi.

he's wilting under the weight of the horrific thought.
sobs... khushi... don't, you can't do this... sobs

remembers at the poolside he's told her that day of holi:
jab tum meri paas hoti ho, to tumhare dil ki dhadkano ke saath saath mere dil ki dhadkane bhi tez ho jaati hai... hamari dhadkane ek ho jaati hai.
he lifts her hand and places it on his heart. holding her close he rests his head against her sobbing.
heart beats fade in dhak dhak dhak dhak. her fingers flutter, he is unaware.
tearful:
khushi...
hm! she says!
his eyes fly open.
hey hay heyheyhey rabba vey.
he looks at her, she coughs, breathing in, he wraps her in his arms. hugs her close, gently rocking.
strokes her hair and looks into her face.
tears choke his voice.
you- (i think that's what he said)
she tries to speak: arn-av-j-
he cuts in:
sh! sh! kuch bolne ki zaroorat nahin hai.

after this, there's not a single word spoken.

she lifts her hand and strokes his tear and blood stained cheek. he turns her palm and puts his lips to it, a joy filled kiss. tender and sweet. again he turns her face and kisses her forehead. music floats around them.
he folds her in his arms again, smiling delighted that she is here, here in his arms and alive.
rabba vey.
they just sit holding each other close, taking in the moment, one with the hills, greens, trees, sky. temple in the background.
rabba vey plays on.
he gets up, places her dupatta on her shoulders. she struggles to stand up, he moves to pick her up.
her fingers reach up to hold his vest.
a beautiful moment as he sees this. she is doing what she's always done, even when unconscious.
he is absolutely ecstatic, turns and smiles into her eyes.
he picks her up in his arms, they look at each other, a pause, he smiles, then starts walking.
he walks with her in his arms as he has done many times before.
she snuggles there easy, he is tall and strong and striding confidently, her dupatta floats, the temple looks on.