Blast from the Past Thread #30 **The Finale... Arnav Khushi Hamesha**

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DurgaS

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Posted: 9 years ago

#371

Faiqa, Indu, thanks for liking the poem. Will come back to read your posts. 😊

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DurgaS

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Posted: 9 years ago

#372

Here's another 5th anniversary poem. This one is posted in Vandana's fb event. 😊

Lo phir aagaya che June
Phir bajne lagi wohi dhun
Ek baar phir helicopter udi
Ek scooter phirse daudi

Wo girti rahi apni raahon mein
Usey thamta raha apni baahon mein
Aankhon mein hi ikraar hua
Baaton mein to takraar hua

Mehsoos ne milaya aise unhe
Sach ho gaye saare sapne
Chaahkar bhi bichadna paaye wo
Hamesha ke liye ek ho gaye wo

Baar baar hum dekhein inhe
Dil gaata rahe 'O Rabba ve'
Barson tak yehi gungunaate rahein
Ab iss pyaar ko hum kya naam dein?

Translation:

Here comes again 6th June
Again plays the same tune
Once more flew a helicopter
Once again ran a scooter

She kept falling in her ways
He kept holding her in his arms
Their eyes made a confession
But their talks were of confrontation

Their sense for each other united them
All dreams came true
They couldn't part even when wished to
For ever they became one

We watch them again and again
Heart keeps singing 'O Rabba ve'
For years we keep humming the same
This love, now what do we name?

Edited by DurgaS - 9 years ago

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kizh72

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Posted: 9 years ago

#373

Durga, Indi di, Indu, absolutely lovely words

And its these words of yours which got me hanging around here. Who thought a desi soup would lead to such profound experiences!

I'm glad I found you guys🤗

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indi52

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Posted: 9 years ago

#374

^^^

yes, kizh... who thought. and the experiences were profound. nice word you choose.

every time i think it was an obsession, one part of my brain lights up and says, true, but of the best kind, the sort that brings many good things in its wake.

i have never written in this driven manner. can't tell you how much that means and what it does to my life.

was great to meet you too. bahutei.

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indi52

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Posted: 9 years ago

#375

Originally posted by: Mysticaldivine

~ Love can reduce to anyone to anything ~

A fall and a catch...

She fell in his arms and he enveloped her in his strong arms...That is what a naked eye interprets

Lets rewind it...

He fell for her in her red and she caught his stubborn eyes , enveloping it around them in such a way that the only thing she remembered was Rakshus, LaadGovernor and God knows every possible name she could come up with ,jut to remember him...

Each second couldn't go without thinking of irresistible red...a stubborn look denied all the principles of his Sharif appearance at that moment...she questioned him silently ,he answered while walking away...Doesn't mean anything in his head...

He fell for her feeling her distance..a fear that he might have lost her...She caught him well...why does it matter...no answer,but his buying a gift for her give her right to question him...
She asked him "Why did you buy these bangles for me ...

His feet stopped...

and he turned around ...walked towards her...she didn't see his face,but his answer was written all over...you mean world to me...but he walked away saying that "I don't feel like telling you everything..." uhhh...

He fell for her innocence and beauty...
She fell for his possessiveness and purity of heart

She was ajeeb
He was ajeeb

She was paagal/cute
He was Rakshus/Rajkumar

He became Salman Khan and she became Bipasha
[idk why, me no like Bipasha or Salman...no offense to anyone]

Peeche se shuru...we'll start backward...yes Phere SR ke baad

This is our IPK...

Like Arnav said Love can reduce to anyone to anything...yeap.
It seems to me he fell from darkness to light...and she caught him, soothed him, possessed him with love, care, and innocence...

Happy Anniversary to All...😊

~ oOo~

"They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now"

~ Edna St.Vincent Millay

i just love that edit, faiqa.

lovely words... that complex chaos of feelings in two people. the way you put it, it catches the madness so well.

happy anniversary... being ajeeb feels so good. 😆

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indi52

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Posted: 9 years ago

#376

Originally posted by: DurgaS
Here's another 5th anniversary poem. This one is posted in Vandana's fb event. 😊

Lo phir aagaya che June
Phir bajne lagi wohi dhun
Ek baar phir helicopter udi
Ek scooter phirse daudi
Wo girti rahi apni raahon mein
Usey thamta raha apni baahon mein
Aankhon mein hi ikraar hua
Baaton mein to takraar hua
Mehsoos ne milaya aise unhe
Sach ho gaye saare sapne
Chaahkar bhi bichadna paaye wo
Hamesha ke liye ek ho gaye wo
Baar baar hum dekhein inhe
Dil gaata rahe 'O Rabba ve'
Barson tak yehi gungunaate rahein
Ab iss pyaar ko hum kya naam dein?

Translation:
Here comes again 6th June
Again plays the same tune
Once more flew a helicopter
Once again ran a scooter
She kept falling in her ways
He kept holding her in his arms
Their eyes made a confession
But their talks were of confrontation
Their sense for each other united them
All dreams came true
They couldn't part even when wished to
For ever they became one
We watch them again and again
Heart keeps singing 'O Rabba ve'
For years we keep humming the same
This love, now what do we name?

very nice, durga. 😃 i hope the baahein are always out to catch anyone who might be falling. and maybe some day we'll get to see some more helicopter and scooter fun.

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Horizon

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Posted: 9 years ago

#377

Ok. i am here after what feels like eons..

Will come back and read faiqa..

bhere are aap ka 4-7 Indi?? I am waiting...

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indi52

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Posted: 9 years ago

#378

^^^

hahahhaha, indu... awww that holi moment. someone make me forget all i saw and let me start from the beginning again.

okay 4 - 7 must wait a little. off to a 20-day trip in europe. the moment i am back. yes yes yes, missing the hot tycoon and teda choti kkg.

you know life should have more and more space for these simple pleasure... love, a bit of romance, and a bit of solid nafrat.

episode 4. had to go and browse.

how to say a million things and of course never say a word. the look as he turned, where does he get that from? i don't blame her for reaching for her dupatta nervously. an innocence about her that can destroy anything less pure. and there was that other layer or level of communication, of being... they were also always two young people in a compelling drama of sensations, a little out of control... an instinctual thing... they never meant to be like that. tell me, isn't that exactly how one must always fall in love.

"kyun?" why?
that inflection, that short sharp bait.

"maine kya kiya?" what did i do?
amused, slightly insulting.

usually, all this attitude would have me rolling eyes and reaching for the remote. so hard to get such things right. here, again and again, i watch... my toes feel things. her reaction too, so real, so fresh, miss lecture you till you pass out but can't let you walk away... three times she stopped him. sigh.

"usska? usska kisska?" his? who his?
that innocence. and the fearlessness. she couldn't care less who he is, he is welcome to his arrogance, but she means to have her say.

"tumhare bhagwan ka." your god's.

two worlds meet on noisy, darga grounds. before even the first perusal is over, they collide. never not to clash again.

"iss duniya mein agar bhagwan hota na, toh dard naam ki cheez nahin hoti."
my heart must break at the tone. where does a tv actor get that sound from?

if there were god in this world, then a thing called pain wouldn't exist.

there is logic to what he says, yet, you know you believe because you believe, no logic in it. it's like that other thing... love. she doesn't pick on the pain, too anxious, too rattled, too out of her depth... why can't she let the man be.

and he never knew of her dard either, how she needed to hear her mother say, yes she was indeed her mother, negating whatever the reality may have been.

eyes of arnav singh raizada. how did a young man of twenty six get that depth and teeming stillness in his irises. i have a feeling, the director never planned it, he just had ti use the footage, going closer, studying the expression. not many actors i know can hit that note. he had a way of whirling you away into his world, feel every emotion of his. he told stories through his eyes... he found stories that may not have been written to its bone and blood. visceral everything was. no time to think, process, resist.

"tumhe bahut vishwas hai na tumhare bhagwan pe. main bhi dekhta hoon, tumhara bhagwan tumhe kaise bachata hai." you have a lot of faith in your god... let's see how he saves you.

poor chap, didn't know her bhagwan was a she and this strategy was playing right into her hands.

this tension between a human being's free will and action and the will of something beyond us (many say this is a random thing, and that's fine. main thing being, there's this unknown quantity that has a say in our lives)... i find interesting and liked the tight handling of it by the writers. the connections were smooth and never felt too obvious.

and really, why must an actor hold so much in a gaze or turn of head.

the girl with the mojri not always on her foot, she didn't want to, but she had to look back.
in the normal way of things, she should have avoided him like the plague; in fact, even lodged a complaint of assault against him. in the normal way of things, he wouldn't have called for the release of that tape, she really didn't matter to him that much. he'd have been brutal and walked away without feeling the need to engage further. but then that normal way of things had completely ceased to be. for both the girl in white and that programme wala ladka.

Edited by indi52 - 9 years ago

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Roop_P

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Posted: 9 years ago

#379

Originally posted by: Mysticaldivine

~ Love can reduce to anyone to anything ~

A fall and a catch...

She fell in his arms and he enveloped her in his strong arms...That is what a naked eye interprets

Lets rewind it...

He fell for her in her red and she caught his stubborn eyes , enveloping it around them in such a way that the only thing she remembered was Rakshus, LaadGovernor and God knows every possible name she could come up with ,jut to remember him...

Each second couldn't go without thinking of irresistible red...a stubborn look denied all the principles of his Sharif appearance at that moment...she questioned him silently ,he answered while walking away...Doesn't mean anything in his head...

He fell for her feeling her distance..a fear that he might have lost her...She caught him well...why does it matter...no answer,but his buying a gift for her give her right to question him...
She asked him "Why did you buy these bangles for me ...

His feet stopped...

and he turned around ...walked towards her...she didn't see his face,but his answer was written all over...you mean world to me...but he walked away saying that "I don't feel like telling you everything..." uhhh...

He fell for her innocence and beauty...
She fell for his possessiveness and purity of heart

She was ajeeb
He was ajeeb

She was paagal/cute
He was Rakshus/Rajkumar

He became Salman Khan and she became Bipasha
[idk why, me no like Bipasha or Salman...no offense to anyone]

Peeche se shuru...we'll start backward...yes Phere SR ke baad

This is our IPK...

Like Arnav said Love can reduce to anyone to anything...yeap.
It seems to me he fell from darkness to light...and she caught him, soothed him, possessed him with love, care, and innocence...

Happy Anniversary to All...😊

~ oOo~

"They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now"

~ Edna St.Vincent Millay