Blast from the Past Thread #30 **The Finale... Arnav Khushi Hamesha** - Page 39

Originally posted by: indi52

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.

Originally posted by: indi52

^^^

main bhi girti rahi raahon mein... but where the h are the baahon to thaamon me. 😃

no one cares, faraq nahin padta.

what if i lost you ceases to be a frightening possibility explored on a rising decibel, exploding on an arresting inhale. it has occurred. i have lost you.

Originally posted by: kizh72

Nahiiin😆

That episode four take made me want to weep. I don't think we'll ever have that one compelling answer as to why so many of us fell for this.

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

Originally posted by: aarwen

Wow those lines up in pink.. beautiful.. my heart stopped beating for a second there I swear Durga di..

Wo girti rahi apni raahon mein
Usey thamta raha apni baahon mein

Originally posted by: indi52

^^^

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.

Originally posted by: Horizon

THEY came.. WE saw.. THEY conquered!!

I am an absolute Anjali when it comes to IPK. Reluctant to accept that it's a tv show that had an end! Nah.. they are there somewhere by that pool side...with their chiseled silhouettes reflecting and wafting on that wall bedecked with vines... .reveling and squabbling, playing and pranking...no matter what...falling for one another definitively!

There is a beauty in her innocence... her virtue, there is a beauty in his anger ... under laid with an unmistaken conscience...there is a charm in that Gupta house verandah ...and one in that scarcely decorated master suite of RM... not to mention the material beauty in front!

Like a euphonious piece of music.. that pleases and immerses. Ironically it indeed has a music that spoke as eloquently about the emotion displayed and stays with one for very very long!

There is love and laughter..

There is depravity and decency..

Quantity and quality rarely co-exist. But that seemed to have happened with this supposed trite tv show. It does have the quality of a rare piece of art and many number of... that seem to only ascend every year...fluttering hearts.

The most ideal amalgamation of all the components...of everything and everyone involved... the hard to conceive and achieve perfect alchemy...as if personally directed by someone above... and it is bound to stay with one for a long time!

Could I go back and harvest the purity and pulchritude etched in every frame and distill an elixir?!

Elixir... that's what this love story is... exquisite and eternal ...whose taste or allure doesn't fade with time..

As long as eyes can see and beauty can be admired...the artistry of IPK will be appreciated!

Cos

A thing of beauty is a joy forever!!

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!