Blast from the Past Thread #27 ** 'Finding Nai, the Barber' Break ** - Page 49

Originally posted by: sohara

Episode-299

Night comes in Raizada house. After having an inconsequential fight with Arnav Khushi finally lays down on her bed.

Arnav comes there; he knows well that it's better to communicate with his garrulous, kind of quarrelsome wife in her slumber or even when she is quiet. and he also admitted it in several times. There is a sheer pain and compunction reflects in his visage. an intense protective tenderness, rushes through his heart to see her beautiful face that looks so ethereal in repose. His eyes get teary and he looks despondent. He slowly comes near the bed and sits down beside a dormant Khushi. He gently keeps a rose beside her head on her pillow; a sacred rose from sacred garden of his mom. He says tenderly with constrict voice,

"Happy birthday Khushi, I wish ki tumhe duniyaki sare khushiya mile. I wish that you get all the happiness of this world"

What made him so sad and teary- I always asked this question to myself. Was it that he was doing things which he never did before? Was it his mom thing which we came to know later or was it that he was acknowledging his failure in keeping his lady love smile on her big day?

His voice is seeped with myriad love for her. He slowly leans down and gives a lingering kiss on her forehead. Rabba ve intensifies. When she lifts his head after kissing her and turns his head a bit, Khushi opens her eyes. She didn't sleep but pretended asleep. she gazes up at him with her inside is melting at his words and the catch in his muffled voice makes tears in her eyes. Her eyes dimmed with swirling hazel cloud as if his words have struck her physically. She looks at the flower what he kept on her pillow. To see the gesture of his love, her heart becomes swamped by heavy clouds of woes.

Arnav stands up and when he was going out, he looks back to her again. Khushi shuts her eyes again, pretends to sleep. There are undecipherable love is glinting in his eyes and Khushi also can feel it. He stares her for a while and leaves the room with a heavy heart. the pure unadulterated grief and enormous love for her in his eyes smites at her heart and makes her eyes wet again.

This was such an amazing part which both the actors did a splendid job in acting. Everything was so perfect here. 👏

Early in the morning NK knocks at Arnav and Khushi's room. Khushi's birthday cake is in his hand. He asks Arnav how was the birthday celebration? Did she cut the cake? His query acerbates Arnav

"What's the difference, she cut the cake, I mean I coerced her to cut it."

NK embitters him more by asking all the silly questions, did he wish her and what did she say? Arnav's answer makes NK puzzled, because he wished her when she was asleep. NK says what the like Arnav. Arnav thinks this is her problem that she was sleeping. NK now gets irritated with him, he knows nothing about girls; he needs to do some meetha meetha for her. Sweet like cake, he needs to be lovey dovey with her, he has to talk sweetly with her, like baby, sweet heart and he should feed her chocolate, wine etc. NK tells him to do that right now. Arnav seems is quite impressed with his idea, but pretends not,

"Why I am listening to your prattle standing here?" he gives him an annoying cryptic reply.

"Cause, you are such a husband who wishes his wife while she is asleep." NK reprimands him.

Arnav's nose flares in rage. NK notices it and says him to calm down cause he has the charpay of this matter.

"not charpay (pollution) it's upay (solution)." Arnav corrects him.

Sohara Charpay is bed not pollution😳 nevertheless this convo was so needed in otherwise very intense episodes. It brought the fresh air of relief and laughter.

Arnav comes to nani and requests her to make poori and mathura aloo today, what she used to make for them when they used to come for summer vacation. Nani caresses his face lovingly to hear his innocent request and asks him why he wants her to make this? Is there any special reason? Arnav tells meekly, that he just wishes to eat, that's it.

Aww how naive and innocent he is looking, complete contrast of rude ASR.

So true the guy looked so cute while asking help for Khushi

pause: Again Khushi's behavior annoyed me. After hearing Arnav's guileless wish and seeing his loving gesture towards her on the previous night, how can she still remain obstinate? She can be indignant for the cruel words what he said to her, but she should appreciate him for what he is doing to make her happy. We say Arnav has attitude! Khushi doesn't have less attitude.

Khushi was irrational in her behaviour. Was she upset due to the fact that he said its all your fault or is it due to the fact that after so much trauma he still remembers about contract😕 I tried putting myself in her position and yet could not decipher what was the reason. Just the reason that everyone is dukhi so she has to be dukhi did not jive with me. Yes she can not be happy but can atleast smile with him or atleast acknowledge his effort. They never had issue with communication so why did she chose to ignore him? Was it that she was enjoying it secretly? Or was it that this was the best way cvs could have shown us the wooing side of great ASR? This part was so unlike Khushi. And yes she had both ego and attitude when it came to taking help from others.

Anjali gets terribly upset to see Arnav's love for his wife. She recalls, once Arnav told her that he will be always with her, because his real world is she. She thinks now, he is not with her any more, but moved far far away from her. Her eyes get teary with undecipherable pain.

Anjali defeated the entire obnoxious mother in law of this world who gets sad to see her son like brother s loving his wife.

Creatives just killed this sweet character. They could not find anything better or many be it was TRP that compelled them to show these characteristics😕 . Saying that in real life i have seen sisters doing this to their brother's life especially those who are alone without family (Although they chose not to have a partner or hubby😡) so her behaviour was not new to me. But since it was Anjali it was obnoxious

Akash was leaving for office and Payal gives him hanky. But before he can take it from her hand mami comes and give him hanky. Rather taking hanky from Payal, insensate Akash prefers to take it from his mother. mami gets jovial to see her son's ill treatment to his wife. She mocks Payal by making face.

This was another nail in coffin. Seriously guys just sit together and talk like an adult and please do not allow others to mock your other half. I was very much pissed off with this two characters. Akash especially. Yes he was hurt but that does not give him right to treat her wife the way he did. And for sure not chose his mother and his tantrums over his wife.👎🏼

pause: I didn't get it, why Arnav was taking help from NK!. Didn't he have enough confidence to make a girl happy! does ASR know Khushi more or NK? Where is ASR's sapience gone that he had to take help from NK! Anyway I liked NK's involvement in Arnav and Khushi's life as he is always fun to watch and he always stood by them in every thick and thin.

I acutally enjoyed this part. NK was shown to be a friendly types v/s ASR knowing nothing about relation. The guy was actually taking troubles and w as ready to learn despite him being ASR to woo his love. It was just romantic. I guess it was too much for him to handle emotionally. He can handle everything with brain but when it came to heart he was shoonya, ziltch, zero. And he knew it.

Pause: why Arnav didn't give Khushi the gift directly! He is a straight forward man, but why he kept the gift on the bed! He didn't have any truce with Khushi that he can't talk or communicate with her! Indi now I have to agree with you, the story and the characters are losing it's track.

This was for sure not like ASR and the characters were loing its track. This to me was a forced segment - I guess just to prove a point that Khushi is not happy despite all his effort😕 😕. How can a woman not be happy when her husband is trying so hard and then her slap on ASR ap mere liye muskurahat nahi kharid paye😲 😲 seriously- women you are laughing at heart why show double standard. There a little smile and anticipation in her eyes for each action of his. But hay re... CVS. Yeh tune kya kiya

Originally posted by: sohara

Episode-299

Night comes in Raizada house. After having an inconsequential fight with Arnav Khushi finally lays down on her bed.

Arnav comes there; he knows well that it's better to communicate with his garrulous, kind of quarrelsome wife in her slumber or even when she is quiet. and he also admitted it in several times. There is a sheer pain and compunction reflects in his visage. an intense protective tenderness, rushes through his heart to see her beautiful face that looks so ethereal in repose. His eyes get teary and he looks despondent. He slowly comes near the bed and sits down beside a dormant Khushi. He gently keeps a rose beside her head on her pillow; a sacred rose from sacred garden of his mom. He says tenderly with constrict voice,

"Happy birthday Khushi, I wish ki tumhe duniyaki sare khushiya mile. I wish that you get all the happiness of this world"

His voice is seeped with myriad love for her. He slowly leans down and gives a lingering kiss on her forehead. Rabba ve intensifies. When she lifts his head after kissing her and turns his head a bit, Khushi opens her eyes. She didn't sleep but pretended asleep. she gazes up at him with her inside is melting at his words and the catch in his muffled voice makes tears in her eyes. Her eyes dimmed with swirling hazel cloud as if his words have struck her physically. She looks at the flower what he kept on her pillow. To see the gesture of his love, her heart becomes swamped by heavy clouds of woes.

Arnav stands up and when he was going out, he looks back to her again. Khushi shuts her eyes again, pretends to sleep. There are undecipherable love is glinting in his eyes and Khushi also can feel it. He stares her for a while and leaves the room with a heavy heart. the pure unadulterated grief and enormous love for her in his eyes smites at her heart and makes her eyes wet again.

Early in the morning NK knocks at Arnav and Khushi's room. Khushi's birthday cake is in his hand. He asks Arnav how was the birthday celebration? Did she cut the cake? His query acerbates Arnav

"What's the difference, she cut the cake, I mean I coerced her to cut it."

NK embitters him more by asking all the silly questions, did he wish her and what did she say? Arnav's answer makes NK puzzled, because he wished her when she was asleep. NK says what the like Arnav. Arnav thinks this is her problem that she was sleeping. NK now gets irritated with him, he knows nothing about girls; he needs to do some meetha meetha for her. Sweet like cake, he needs to be lovey dovey with her, he has to talk sweetly with her, like baby, sweet heart and he should feed her chocolate, wine etc. NK tells him to do that right now. Arnav seems is quite impressed with his idea, but pretends not,

"Why I am listening to your prattle standing here?" he gives him an annoying cryptic reply. so cute.

"Cause, you are such a husband who wishes his wife while she is asleep." NK reprimands him. also cute.

Arnav's nose flares in rage. lovely lovely lovely... gimme rage. NK notices it and says him to calm down cause he has the charpay of this matter.

"not charpay (pollution) it's upay (solution)." Arnav corrects him.

NK tells him to breathe in and out to control his anger. Arnav rankles more to hear his gibberish hindi. He says not to mind his wrong hindi, cause saas bhi kabhi bahu thi. NK goes inside his room to check Khushi; she is still sleeping. He tells Arnav to execute his plan from now on. Arnav annoyingly closes the door in front of his face, but actually pondered his advice.

Arnav comes to nani and requests her to make poori and mathura aloo today, what she used to make for them when they used to come for summer vacation. Nani caresses his face lovingly to hear his innocent request and asks him why he wants her to make this? Is there any special reason? Arnav tells meekly, that he just wishes to eat, that's it.

Aww how naive and innocent he is looking, complete contrast of rude ASR.

HP brings poori and aloo for Anjali in her room and tells her that nani made it. Anjali takes it and when she starts to eat, she gets a phone call from doctor's office that she is scheduled for her monthly check up today. She becomes woebegone more to think about her baby and Shyam. When she gave him the news of her pregnancy, how happy he was! he surprised her by bringing a decorated cradle for the baby. She recollects all the sweet memories of Shyam and cringes in pain. Shyam once said that, how everybody is behaving as if he contributed nothing to make this baby and she blushed to hear that. She clutches her stomach to feel her baby, which is the part of Shyam.

All comes in the breakfast table except Anjali. Arnav asks HP did he give breakfast to Anjali? My man is looking too hot and delicious in this scene. When he sees Khushi is coming, he pushes the chair beside him, expecting Khushi will sit there. But Khushi intentionally avoids sitting beside him and sits on the opposite chair of him. NK slides in the chair beside Arnav and starts to prattle,

"khuhiji aap ek saal purani ho gayi."

Arnav looks at him with disgust. He mends that he meant ek saal badi ho gayi. NK asks Arnav did he do anything special for her. Arnav doesn't feel to answer him.

Nani says Khushi as she likes poori-aloo so much, she made this, she made the breakfast by herself today. Mami taunts Payal and Khushi,

" ye ghar ki bahuriya to finger lifat hi nahi karat hai."

Arnav looks at mami with irritation, but doesn't say anything as he respects her. But nani retorts her mean remarks, that she is also the bahuriya of this family, then why she doesn't lifatiya her finger. Mami feels a bit awkward as nani told the blunt truth. She says if she would've allowed her she wouldn't let her enter the kitchen. Nani avoids talking with her cretin DIL, she tells Khushi that chottey love puri-aloo so much, and that's why she made it. She gives her poori and Arnav wants to serve her aloo with his own hand. When she lifts the bowl, Arnav intentionally touches her hand, what baffles Khushi. Arnav beckons his head meekly that he wants to serve her.

NK asks Arnav again, he told him to do something special for Khushi and here he is making his favorite food! Arnav gives him a glacial stare to hear his taunt. NK tells him to calm down and to breathe in and out,

"Lambi saas, laambi saas."

"I got all this food made for Khushi. I requested nani to make this food especially for Khushi." Arnav whispers it, but NK divulges it, so you got this whole food made for KH...Arnav stops him though, but Khushi understands the matter. She starts to cough. Arnav gives her water and she refuses to take that water from his hand. She doesn't even want to eat more. She says she is not feeling well, she thinks she ate too much in buaji's house on the other day. Khushi is so annoyed with Arnav that the scrumptious food couldn't allure foodie Khushi to eat. Arnav gets upset to see her getting up without eating. Before leaving Khushi looks back at Arnav with embroilment. Arnav feels terrible; he thanks nani and appreciates her food. He wants to go back to his room, as he has some important work to do.

To see Khushi's attitude, Nani feels something is wrong.

pause: Again Khushi's behavior annoyed me. After hearing Arnav's guileless wish and seeing his loving gesture towards her on the previous night, how can she still remain obstinate? She can be indignant for the cruel words what he said to her, but she should appreciate him for what he is doing to make her happy. We say Arnav has attitude! Khushi doesn't have less attitude. 🤗 🤗 🤗
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you desrve hugs for that. she does have attitude... only with him. i like that though he he... to me it means she is taking that haq of wife of lover though she thinks she is not... but she really pushed this whole thing too far... the man is trying crazily, acting silly, saying what you want him to say, but no... not giving in... to my mind, when he wished her, she should have let her gussa go. and she has every right to be angry... if only they let her say it... instead of all this natak about how she is doing it for di...

Arnav comes to his room and mutters in frustration,

"Birthday cake, birthday surprise, poori-aloo, nothing could impress you. Now I will do something what will make you happy for sure."

Anjali was thinking to take Arnav with her in doctor's office. While she comes to his room to tell him, she hears he is ordering some gifts for Khushi. He instructs on the phone that he wants everything perfect, the crystal on the wrap and they should write to my dear wife KKGSR. Anjali gets upset to hear that. So rather asking him to accompany her, she prefers to leave. while she was leaving Arnav look goes to her. He cuts the call immediately to pay attention to her,

"di when did you come, do you need anything? Did you eat breakfast?"

Anjali doesn't say him that she came to ask him to accompany her to the doctor's office. She lies that she was going to her room to take rest.

My man is getting pestled by the two ladies of his life. Poor man is trying hard to make both happy! he needs us... we will balance it by concentrating on making him happy. i opt for him yelling at me.

Anjali gets terribly upset to see Arnav's love for his wife. She recalls, once Arnav told her that he will be always with her, because his real world is she. She thinks now, he is not with her any more, but moved far far away from her. Her eyes get teary with undecipherable pain. the whole anjali thing went from bizarre to super bizarre to mega bizarre to...

Anjali defeated the entire obnoxious mother in law of this world who gets sad to see her son like brother s loving his wife.😆 😆 😆

Akash was leaving for office and Payal gives him hanky. But before he can take it from her hand mami comes and give him hanky. Rather taking hanky from Payal, insensate Akash prefers to take it from his mother. mami gets jovial to see her son's ill treatment to his wife. She mocks Payal by making face.

Nani tells Payal and Khushi to accompany her for satsang on the evening; she is going there for the sake of Anjali and to perform pooja also. Khushi says her that she shouldn't go with them, she only should take Anjali with her, as Anjali can get upset to see her. Nani understands what she meant and doesn't force her to go with them.

In his room Arnav is waiting for Khushi to come, so that she can see the gift what he ordered for her. He is getting impatient in every passing minute, why she is taking so much time to come! He is annoyed that he has to take NK's help, what he is not liking at all.

pause: I didn't get it, why Arnav was taking help from NK!. Didn't he have enough confidence to make a girl happy! does ASR know Khushi more or NK? Where is ASR's sapience gone that he had to take help from NK! Anyway I liked NK's involvement in Arnav and Khushi's life as he is always fun to watch and he always stood by them in every thick and thin. exactly, did asr really need nk to woo his wife? all part of let's make it all sweet and cute now ploy. i loved his gussa and his pushing grazing heart touching need... the rest of it was ah well.

Khushi enters their room, still looks angry and she is trying to be reticent as well. Arnav tries to take her attention towards the gift, what he kept with the other clothes on the bed. He tells her that her clothes came from laundry. Without uttering a word, Khushi goes to get her clothes. Her look goes to the gift what is kept with her clothes, but she intentionally ignores it and keeps her clothes in the cupboard. Arnav enrages to see that. He gets up and puts the gift on the front of the bed so that it can be visible from every angle. Khushi looks at the gift and then to Arnav, but without taking it she goes out from the room. Arnav is livid now. He gets the gift from the bed and intends to go out to give it to Khushi. Khushi also comes there right then. Arnav's designer bag is with her, good that she at least is using it. Arnav blocks her way and says angrily by showing the gift,

"Are you seeing this now?"

Pause: why Arnav didn't give Khushi the gift directly! He is a straight forward man, but why he kept the gift on the bed! He didn't have any truce with Khushi that he can't talk or communicate with her! Indi now I have to agree with you, the story and the characters are losing it's track. thank you. but that keeping the gift on the bed, i can still get... he wants to perhaps surprise her or something... though you are right, it's lame... not asr. and the rest, uff... and please can we have better wrapping paper please... and why did i never ever see khushi in that saree and why did she reject it and what did that smile line mean? it sounded weird.

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Originally posted by: indi52

episode 295

haan, hua hai

yeh sab tumhari vajah se hua hai

jab se tum aai ho tabse...

tum meri zindagi mein ayi hi kyun

main tumse mila hi kyun

sab kuch kitna achha tha

aur sabse important baat

di khush thi

sab tumhari galati hai, khushi

kyunki agar tum nahin aati toh shyam aisi harkat nahin karta

yes, it's happened

everything has happened because of you

from the time you've come, since then...

why did you have to come into my life

why did i have to meet you

everything was so good

and the most important thing

di was happy

everything is your fault, khushi

because if you hadn't come, shyam wouldn't have done what he did


episode 295 has some of my favourite moments of ipk... essentially the vicious tirade by asr, that taking out all his frustrations on khushi. frustrations is a weak word here. today what he saw, he possibly had never ever thought he'd have to. and it absolutely shook him up. neatly summed up gist Indi di.

di stood there with a strange instrument, a pair of suture scissors or whatever they are called. he stared blankly at her through the blinds covering the glass door. he had been searching for her frantically. now she was here, but what was she doing with that... his eyes moved down, he saw the tray full of surgical steel and suddenly it dawned on him what exactly he was looking at.

before my eyes, a fabulous actor gave everything he had in him i felt, to make a fairly badly conceived moment work. give it meaning, the right feelings... taking it all the way to something that felt real, plausible. and not melodramatic, which was some feat of acting and direction, given that the basic premise spelt melodrama with a very loud bold capital m. yes basic premise too contrived.. but this actor.. I actually even liked daljeet.. and did you notice him whisk away the surgical instruments. Always level headed and dependable is our man. sometimes too much, which is perhaps why he needed to vent out some frustrations today.

he looked young, vulnerable, helpless, scared, and at the same time determined to set things right. had he felt like that and looked like that on a night many years ago? the youngest member of his family, yet always the one to take on the mantle of the elder, the one who would keep things together, make it all work. when will you stop making my eyes well up with tears pushpa?

even his beautiful mother had finally cracked under pressure... but arnav singh raizada was not going to... he wouldn't let himself. i felt terrible watching the scene where a younger brother, someone with no experience of pregnancies, children, prenatal angst, nothing, watching his absolutely beloved sister all set to stab her womb with a lethal instrument and kill her baby. he must have instinctively worried for his di... worried that she might have died... and she might have. scary thought di. but true. sometimes the writers I feel forgot how grave a situation they created.

he raged at those who tried to touch her and calm her down, little caring they were medical staff. di was his concern... when she was in this state, only he was allowed to hold her, persuade her, love her... love her like only he loved her. "di main,"di main," he almost whimpered as she screamed and showed her anger at last... she was going to take it out on her child. who would love such a child, a child whose father was not respected by anyone in her family. that di main was immensely real. vulnerable.

on the one hand, anjali's warped thinking left me speechless on the other the fabulous emoting of a brother who loved to much, who cared even more and who just wanted to see his sister safe. he tried to tell her, he was there for her, for her baby, but she jerked away, a violence in her which took him aback, shocked him, maybe even frightened him.

instinct is a funny thing.

two thoughts about anjali.

she chose the man she knew in her gut to be more true, more strong and capable of setting things right. she chose chhotey... not yeh bhi na. interesting thought

later in her room she almost became his child and asked him like an offspring of a father: make everything alright... you always make everything alright, because you can.

humey kya ho gaya hai, hum dono ko kya ho gaya hai?
what's happened to me, what's happened to the two of us?

sab kuch pehle jaise theek kar do...
make everything the same as before...

tum toh hamesha sab theek kar dete ho.
you make everything alright always.

di... calm down.

chhotey agar tum chahogey na toh sab kuch theek ho sakta hai.
chhotey, if you want, everything can be ok.

there too i could have wept for the young man... strong, honest, loving, kind, who wished he could set her world right again, he'd have done it if he could and ironically it's his folly that on another dark night he had actually believed that he could and had hurt the woman he loved like no other to do just that... somewhere tonight again, the same girl would get it.

but before that, the second point about anjali. while i think it is terrible that such a thing should have been written and believe the writer really did not get women, nor respected a woman as an individual... still, if i am to assume that is what anjali did... and let's face it, in life people often do pretty bizarre stuff... then in a way i can only connect it back to a temperament picked up at home and a way of dealing with problems which she may have learnt at home too. their mother's suicide was always a bit hard to take for me. if indeed she is the loving kind woman we get hints of, would she have killed herself upon discovering her husband was with another woman at their home on the night of her only daughter, her firstborn's, wedding? so impulsive that behaviour and so thoughtless. if she did indeed do that, and that's what the story held till the end, then this extreme response... a complete breaking in the face of reality... alas was anjali repeating something she had seen before, responding like her mother when faced with ugly reality? otherwise where or how does such a thought even enter the head? she actually went to a doctor and discussed abortion? khushi was interfering, irritating, sanctimonious, but really what she'd said in no way could have provoked that response, unless you were already prone to such overly emotional and destructive behaviour.

kiski wajah se... kisski nazar lag gayi hai
why... because of whom...

anjali implied there was some reason their world was falling apart. as would become her biggest defence i guess, she'd look resolutely away from the truth and blame the stars, nazars, influences, forces negative for all her unhappiness... in her eyes shyam ji had to remain pristine. if that was the tack writers had decided on, i wish they had worked on it well and built a case for anjali's chaotic behaviour instead of never ever developing the theme well, just portraying her as an idiotic waffler. there was a lot of scope for compelling storytelling here i feel, but then i am not the writer of aserial, i don't work on five shows at once, i don't have the pressures these writers had... and yet, i somehow can't help thinking i may have a point here.

i'm really... i 'm really sorry di.

sometimes i cannot believe an actor of this calibre is not required by our television or films and is just away from all screens for nearly two years.

asr was not in the best frame of mind when mami came knocking. and well, one thing led to another and mami was only to happy to let arnav bitwa know it was all phatee sarees's fault. the moment her name was mentioned, his face went alert and of course when he was told khsuhi had actually gone to his sister's room, anger leapt and danced in the all too expressive eyes.

he walked angrily out of his room, something loping, animal in his stance. he found her, caught her arm and yanked her along with him reminding me of all those times he had done it before. this slightly out of control, violent almost way in which he'd drag her, force her to go with him, from that very first meeting... an unkindness in it really and yet today i feel a vulnerability there. as i had the night of the temple. she has no idea of her power over him. and she is somehow today so much a part of his identity. the very thought that she, she of all people, might have in any way been responsible for what he saw happening with di today, is almost like he somewhere were responsible.

he was very angry. he wanted answers. and when he hurled her into their room, locked the door and brought her out to the poolside there was still some semblance of control. he was in a bad state, i should have known that control wouldn't last long, this evening was going toward senseless flying vindictive rage... pressure cooker bursting... a dam collapsing and lashing out at all in its path, unmindful of what it destroyed, pent up crazy feelings blasting through a tiny little crack. and the one to face the music had to be the one for whom your breath races, pelts, the one for whom you forget all inhibition and dance. c'est la vie. there is the essence of the fight I think. had she meant anything less to him she would not be the one to face his wrath. he would have held himself under check as he did with other family members. Khushi always found a way to reach him in places no one ever could which is why he could never control his response towards her.

the writer knew though, as he often did when it came to asr's responses.

jab sabne tumhe mana kiya tha toh kya zaroorat thi di ke kamre mein jaane ki?
when everyone had asked you not to, then what was the need to go to di's room?

humne toh sirf...
i had only...

to hell with your sirf!
to hell with your only!

he is angry upset but still within control...

unhe lagta hai yeh sab tumhari vajah se hua hai...
they think it's all happened because of you...

she'd been told explicitly not to... he was beginning to push her for an answer, but was he really pausing to hear one... all his feelings seemed to be coagulating, becoming a choking mass, cutting off thinking.

tum phirbhi unse milne chali gayi? why dammit?
you still went to meet her? why dammit?

hume maaf kar dijiye...
forgive me...

she was taken aback... she really had not meant any harm and she apologised because she knew even though she had not meant it to, great harm had come off her action.

tumhare maafi maangne se kuch change nahin hoga!
your apologising won't change a thing!

and then perhaps from him come the words which is the crux of the problem:

tum soch bhi nahin sakti khushi ki maine aaj di ko kis halat mein dekha hai... sirf main janta hoon what i had to do to stop her.
you can't even imagine, khushi, in what condition i saw di today... only i know what i had to do to stop her.

he was so angry, had he been a little less so, would she have taken him in her arms? soothed him? felt his terror? who is there to make you smile, make you feel better arnav singh... those who always take charge i guess pay this price... people forget they are human too, and vulnerable... not always strong.

agar main sirf ek minute late pahuch ta na, toh...
if i were late by even one minute...

he rounds on her again, what was it that you said that she was forced to do this?

khushi starts to answer... perhaps to tell him she had said nothing that could have triggered this.

but he is not listening, he badgers her with the next question

kya zaroorat thi unke paas jaane ki?
what was the need to go to her?

at last khushi gets a chance to say something. kyunki hum bhi di ki utni parwah karte hain jitni aap karte hain... because i too care for her well being as much as you do. okay, that sounds reasonable. but the next sentence: hum bhi di se utna hi pyaar karte hain jitna aap karte hain... i too love di as much as you love her. sorry, khushi, not okay. bad writing... achhi bahufication attack.this unreal stuff, so not needed. that dialogue was the only thing that did not fit this astoundingly real and in its own way beautiful moment of loving. I didn't like Khushi's dialogues di..both.. too self righteous (word I used in my take).. but I also think that in times like this we end up justifying our act this way. The more she was hurt the more righteous she will sound. our inner defense kicks in, when the one that loves us hurts, maybe this is the way we protect ourselves.. by believing we only meant to do good.

hume bhi bura lag raha hai ki yeh sab hamari vajah se hua hai...
i also feel bad that all this happened because of me...

she says that and a demon unleashes in him... all the anger all the helplessness the fear terror everything crashes and congeals and a terrible ugly gussa releases... he lets off steam in the most destructive way imaginable... turning on the one he loves the most... the very thought of her in any way being involved with his di's state increasing that anger...

haan, hua hai...

she looks up, sensing a change.

yeh sab tumhari vajah se hua hai...

his voice rises wildly, echoing. something primal in it. the storm that must come before calm can return.

jab se tum aai ho tabse...

he turns away from her, another classic asr posture... and lets it rip... vulnerability turning to ugly vicious anger. she looks on shocked. an unbelievable moment... but here it is.

tum meri zindagi mein ayi hi kyun... main tumse mila hi kyun... sab kuch kitna achha tha... aur sabse important baat... di khush thi.

yes, before khushi came into their life, he had worked almost single handedly to restore stability, unimaginably blighted by the suicide of his parents and the unconscionable usurping of all the property by his uncle.

bikhar gaya tha, those scattering pearls of episode two were always somewhere reminiscent of the scattering of two young people's lives one night, a night meant to be beautiful. and ever since then he'd done all he could to bring life together again, tie it back. he'd asked for no happiness for himself... just for di. he had not believed there could be happiness for him in this bedard world, he had put up his walls, strengthened his ramparts and sealed off all entrances to his heart. and tried to find harmony, meaning, everything, watching his sister being happy.

this happiness of di's was very very important. and now it's gone. he knows why it's gone, but tonight, rational thinking is not going to get much of a chance, emotions are in disarray.

sab tumhari galati hai, khushi...
it is all your fault, khushi...

(as i looked for a title for this take, a beautiful scene came back to me, he in brown suit, she in orange churidar, the morning of the wedding, he'd walked toward her smiling, smitten... so in love with her... and getting ready to tell her. she had sensed him, dakdhakked and floated along on the courtyard as he'd walked toward her on the verandah, parallel to each other, eyes on each other they'd taken those steps, smiling bemused, till the cow ate all her plates... sab aapki galti hai, she'd accused him immediately... it's all your fault. same words, and what a different situation... yet, not really all that different.) very intuitive thought.. it after all just boils down to one simple thing.. their love.. doesn't it?

and then he says the words.

kyunki agar tum nahin aati toh shyam aisi harkat nahin karta.
because if you hadn't come, shyam would not have done what he did.

the unkindest words of all. cruel. unthinking, utterly erroneous and emphatically wrong. arnav singh raizada's temper again getting the better of him. unforgivable.

khushi looks up, everything in her falls apart i am sure at that instant. yes, it does.

silence... as the words are allowed to seep in and damage and damage some more. then.

di aaj bhi pehli ki tarah khush hoti
di would be happy today as she was before.

it's the biggest mistake in my life, khushi kumari gupta,
kash main tumse kabhi milahi nahin hota
it's the biggest mistake in my life, khushi kumari gupta,
wish i'd never met you.

khushi sits down by the pool, dazed, stricken, struggling to make some sense of it, hurting horribly and every word plays back.

he walks away and of course goes driving in the dark. the suv, alas now only from stock shots, his ultimate refuge. why did they take it away from him di? his anger.. his suv? his bluetooth? his office? aur hum.. the viewers.. how do we survive without these things?

and the thoughts roam in him. first the memories of di in that hospital, onto the recurring memory of her wedding and the gunshot. he remembers nani's words, mami's accusations about phatee saree.

and suddenly a completely different memory, he hears his own words... khushi, rona band karo... a beautiful call of the heart... khushi, i love you.

khushi runs and hugs him that very first time, and they are falling among packing cases holding each other, a boundless need, she is protecting him from a thorn, she is falling before his eyes as he struggles to free himself... he is trying to revive her.

a series of memories of the woman whose happiness is equally important to him as di's, maybe even more.

a girl without whom he can't live. and she's the one he has just said all those things to.

perhaps the screaming and the being vicious and the driving has eased his emotions a bit, for at last, there seems to be a return to sanity and his heart. love always finds a way to nudge its way in through everything, even when one is right to be angry. what is this hold over the heart an emotion has, always perplexes me, and amazes. and once it returns to the heart, it seems to almost magically drive the terrible thoughts, accusations, counter accusations, everything, away.

he of course stopped the car as he always does, this time remorse welling in him and an anguish.

dammit.

that one word seemed to say it all. barun sobti took that word to its moment and held it there... an instant became indelible.

i personally felt the voiceover: yeh maine kya kar diya... mujhe abhi ghar jaana hoga, was added later and was unnecessary. what i did like in terms of telling a story, though they were slightly obvious ploys, was the mirroring of actions. him carrying di as he always carries khushi. anjali holding his hand and stopping him from leaving her after he has laid her on the bed, exactly as khushi had. both needing him to be strong. they helped highlight the position of this character vis a vis the two women he loves and the tension that pervades. he can't live without either, nor can they be without him and yet slowly it is beginning to look like he will have to make a choice. i think his conscience made the choice it had to and he was a man of conscience very strong and abiding, but his heart always knew that now someone else has become the most important person in his life. oh the parallels was what it was.. I was thinking about those scenes with Anjali but couldn't really put my finger on the feeling.. nice! And that in pink I agree..bas..

i love this fight... i am heartless.



episode 295 from crooner 97 the fight
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Originally posted by: aarwen

Episode 295

Am giggling madly remembering a crazy Sukhi, but it has been too long away from ASR and ab saas lene mein problem ho ri so to breathe again saw this episode.

Wish I could take away your pain..

Through the glass door in the hospital you spot di staring unblinking at a pair of scissors in her hand. My heart stills just writing it here, imagine the younger brother across the door witness to this. The setup was contrived, you had reached just in time to see her standing having reached a brutal decision in her deranged and delinquent mind.

I did think Anjali's dialogues were interesting. When she said others don't respect him and hate him I almost thought she is angry with Shyam too. But Anjali's words were not "I hate him". The viewers were already being told there is no way Anjali will believe the allegations against her husband. She will willingly destroy the life inside her. She is unstable out of her mind without the man she worshipped. Remembers how the brother who adores her threw her husband out of their home.

You had to take control, scoop away the surgical instruments and send the doctor away. With infinite softness you say "main hun.. main hun" .. Seems like you will have to remind both women you love that you are also a person.. With a heart and feelings and not a super human rock to depend upon.. Your di's child, how could you not love the child? You, who have hurt the girl you loved madly, tortured her, left her crying in the cold all for this child and di.

In a quiet firm voice you try to calm down your sister. Oh you poor chote! cradling your ailing sister. I see how tired you are. At fourteen perhaps you had to go through a similar harrowing experience, we never shall know the details of, because the writers forgot that the viewer might have wanted to know more. To a casual onlooker it might have looked that ASR was the one most hurt by the experience, but ASR had the strength to fight it for his di's sake. It was the smiling affectionate di who was brittle inside. Who needed someone else's strength to survive. You know that, which is why you have always taken care of her. Made that your reason to live.

In my first viewing at this point I still had hope. Anjali reaches out to you as you set her on the bed. And with childlike belief wants her chote to fix everything. Make it like before. You tenderly stroke her hair, like a mother shushing her scared wailing child. A haunted look in your determined eyes. You want to protect her. You can't.. not from this..

Di is talking to you again. I really was hopeful. And then she says she wants him back...

"Calm down. Pehle aap chup ho jao, please." Who can say you are just a paid actor doing his job in a long running daily soap. A live breathing brother out in the real world might not have emoted this depth of emotion as Barun does here. And not melodramatic in the least bit. Marvellous acting. and I thought Anjali rather Daljeet acted well too. As brother and sister both actors gave us fresh believable scenes which have always been a pleasure to watch.

And now starts the delusion. She does not want to accept the truth. Make it better, make the sadness go away. Demanded the child as the helpless parent looked on. She cries some more, you look completely torn and helpless. The man who must have worked hard ensuring di never had to face a moment of sadness, uncertainty and loss ever again for as long as you were with her, which would be each of your breathing waking day of your life. Your di's home is destroyed, and you can't mend it. In fact you are the harbinger of this destruction and in di's mind perhaps your own wife is the cause of it.

"I am sorry di.. Really sorry".. Both siblings in a hug, crying for today and for a past that they had wanted to leave behind, but the shadows always loom. Had Khushi heard the defeated sorrowful moan from ASR would she have been affronted by the outburst for as long as she did?

A few words from mami and you have a reason to break the hard fought on control.. Oh that exquisite anger! How your words tear and wound your beloved.. You are heartbroken seeing di in such a state. And all the frustration helpless hot acid rage is lashed at the one person completely your own.

"Kyu Khushi?"! The voice raised in pitch reaching the perfect decibel. Khushi stood at a loss of words, suddenly facing the anger of her Arnavji.

"To hell with your sirf!" that's right.. Don't wait for her to complete her sentence.. Stride towards her as she cowers startled by your sudden outburst. A sudden vulnerability dripping in your words. "Tum soch bhi nai sakti maine di ko aaj kis halat mein dekha hai". You were terrified for your di, but Khushi didn't see the scene in the hospital. She can make assumptions, but she did not witness it.

"What did you tell di that she was forced to take such an extreme step?" You aren't angry with khush, as much yet. You are trying to find a way to channel out the fear, panic, frustration at being helpless and seeing di broken.

Khushi tries to respond. A little self righteousness. I have been this way in fights. Sounded much more holier than how I actually felt. Felt more wronged at being misunderstood by the one I love madly. She loves di a lot, but her love for di cannot compare to ASR's love for Anjali. But she has to say it to you because she believes it to be true at that moment. And I know you would believe her, you know how much she cares for di, but you are not thinking straight at the moment.

If mamiji was telling her all this Khushi's response would be different. The hurt and indignation would be different. You are her Arnavji, her very own reason for existence and you are being unreasonable and mad at her for some mistake that was not deliberate. Yes a real life fight with messy vortex of emotions that I find you both plummeting into. The tension of the past few days, the intense scare of the past few hours, everything reaching a heady climax in these heated words.

It's a way of loving too, being comfortable enough around a person to let go of restrain. To allow your feelings to surface and be free to let them take any shape you want. Not caring if they are pretty or correct, just free flowing with instinct. If we had to be politically correct all our life even with ourselves we would be stifled.. no outlet... bound. With ourselves and if we are lucky with some special others we can be just be our true self. No faade. That is this fight tonight.

The words being spoken, meant to wound, actually are meaningless. The pain is what is wretched out of the gut. but your pain takes the form of uncontrollable anger. How can she make you understand when you are furious and unwilling to listen? when you are hurtful and insensitive. And you have hurt her so much that she almost forgets how much you are hurting because of all this too.

"ye sab tumhari wajah se hua hai. Jab se tum aayi ho tab se." She stills. Way past hurting now. You are too worked up to see how much your words pain her. The trusting sweet girl who is yours and with all of her pure heart wants the very best for you and di, you are making her cry. Making her feel lost and alone.

You don't even want to look at her, with your back turned, your voice raw and heavy. "Tum mere zindagi mein aayi kyu? Main tumse mila hi kyu?" Why did you enter my life? Why did I meet you?

Complete nonsense. Hurting. Irrational. Un raizada like or maybe exactly like the hot tempered man who rips girls doris and her heart. Only this time it hurts much more because you are the owner of her heart. It is ripped and shred into pieces. I remember that day on the bright terrace when you had lashed out at her calling her characterless and left the shattered girl to weep alone. The thoughts you utter out loud have the power to inflict pain upon her.

"Sab kuch kitna achcha tha. Sabse important baat di khush thi." your words are mean and wrong. It is all her fault. How? You know that is not true.. Sadly you are not in the state to think and hearing these words even she isn't. She can be sensible, but not this time. Not when your anger is biting and words echoing within her, leaving a vacuum.

Stride away muttering "It's the biggest mistake of my life Khushi Kumari Gupta. Wish I had never met you." You are angry. Not thinking. You are Arnav Singh Raizada the man with the hot acid temper and sharp tongue. You don't see the lone tear escape her eyes. She is miserable.. Same thoughts of blaming herself must have been in her head too, but to hear it from you. Spoken in a harsh convincing voice. Do you realize what you just did to her? The wounds your scathing words left behind in the loving simple girl..

I know this is the girl who is so completely yours, belongs to you just like you belong to her.. I can't grudge you this single outburst. What you went through is too much. You are not the one to cry and curl in someone's lap.. not now at least.. you had boiling unmanagable volley of emotions inside you and this eruption was the only way you could share it with the one you love.. hum samajhte hai ASR.. we understand..

Consistent with your character a lone drive in your SUV. I shudder to even see Anjali standing with the scissors and imagine what must you have felt. You who have tried so hard to keep her happy and sheltered from any discomfort. You who remember the laughing young bride who watched her mother die on the very same day. You who have spent years living for only one person.. Di..

A gradual change in memories I witness in you.. your face relaxes just a little. A deluge of moments... of a young bright girl you love.. Whose single tear torments you.. Someone as important as your di. Someone who found you.. Ran and hugged you.. Trusted you.. Loves you.. Whom you love.. Someone who had never wanted anything from you, just tried hard, with all of herself, to be there for you.. Someone whom you almost lost and stopped breathing at the very thought.

The last voice over was not needed. your "dammit!" and face say it all.

Before I forget I had to mention.. mamiji was absolutely awful. Khushi made a mistake, tried to be a little too goody goody and I didn't like her preachy tone with Anjali, still mamiji was hurtful and after a while there is just no excuse for this kind of behaviour.

Nani was again not her usual self today. All worry for her missing broken grand daughter, a fit of tears and panic. She was not her strong level headed self. I try to reason that she was extremely anxious for the well being of Anjali, still it felt like she almost dismissed the feelings of the daughter in law of the house. The nani I look upto, the nani who ASR looks upto also went missing in these episodes am not really sure why.