IPKKND Ek Jashn. Celebrate on Blast. - Page 52

Originally posted by: sk62

Originally posted by: indi52

had to post this. a beautiful video of the song going through my mind... sunburnt kisses sunburnt hands red and gold since you went away...

[YOUTUBE]https://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=SG&v=684eg6S8dCw&hl=en-GB[/YOUTUBE]
credit uploader... written by johnny mercer in 1947 based on the french original of 1945... les fuilles mortes, the dead leaves, by jacques prevert with music by hungarian french composer joseph kosma (the music was composed first for the ballet les rendezvous, the song was written later).

my father was a great fan of nat king cole. suddenly occurred to me, he must have been a young man in his early twenties when he started listening to songs like these... the music of his youth. something absolutely thrilling in the image that conjures... and then it mixes with the leaves that fall, rich and beautiful, gone but never not touching the mind.

Originally posted by: .ArshiHamesha.

IPKKND-EJ Episode 7-8

"Aap hum aur humari choti si Duniya..."

"I love You Dammit!"

" Bas I Love you Dammit!!!

She was eating Jalaibis, being upset that he forgot the date of their anniversary,because that date is Lucky wali, happy wali, Devi Maiya ke Arshiward wali...and he smiles at her innocent the very same way today instead of being angry when she told him once , DeviMaiya keh arshiward ke bina kuch bhi nahi ho sakta...[nothing can happen without Devi Maiya's permission"

She was so damn right...⭐️ because DeviMaiya's favorite child landed at his heart in such a wy that today he can't bear one second without her ...

The night under the stars two souls met silently ,connecting together in one soul, with one heartbeat, dancing at the tune of fate which he felt , she felt by swimming under the realm of emotions and he said heartfelt sorry.A Sorry which reverberated later as I love you Dammit!Today, that was glowing in a man in LOVE for his woman who loves him more than her life Dammit!

Two things she cherishes because he did those only for her...

One,

kali andheri raat thi..hum paas thai aur phir bhi door

But you brought something which made hearts melt...yes that night when he opens up all the doors of his heart by removing all doubts...and he set free his soul from the hatred shell and flew with desires similarly the way she opened up and told him all of her weaknesses...her fears...under the stars and he found his soul connected to her...and said his first sorry...only to this low aukat...who is now " the princess of his heart..."

Jugnoo...fireflies who burn and gives off light...

two,

One night under the stars when he said beautiful words in anger to melt her...which she longed for a long time

"I love you dammit!!!"

Her spunkiness is still alive and his anger over her for not listening to him and not looking at him is still there ...He hugs her and she embraces him as usually...

His one sorry and she is melting, her anger is gone and she is Khushi who simply loves her Arnavji...

He knows now she sold her bangles for La and today she is wearing His Ma's Kangan ...those which he was hesitant to give her once ,

He bought the necklace of her choice and gave to La,but today he made her wear it again after the pearl necklace with the purity and love of his heart.today ,she doesn't hesitate for expensive gifts because he bought it by himself...

Once he decorated poolside for her Bday and she didn't accept it because he couldn't wish her with pure words which can show how much she means to him even though she knew it but she wanted to hear it from his mouth...Today he verbalized every emotion and she loved every bit of it.

He gave her once the rose on her bday and today he knew this simple gesture which means world to her.He is cute to her and she is cute as always.

Still he pulls her towards him with all the intensity and still intimidate her with Love and smirk and she goes backward going on weak on her knees.

He was surprised seeing her shyness once and today he loves to see that shyness with red nose but in return receives her lips over his cheek full of subtle...which once she felt rough on her and he made it soothing for her with his lips ...today that has no meaning...because only one thing stood in between them ,their pure love and innocence of both...

..."I love you dammit"...when he roared under the stars and she heard it as a soothing whisper to her soul..."I love you too Dammit"! and even today she feels the same...He lit the darkness of her life with Fireflies once...with agony because of his guilt of marrying her forcefully and today he lit her small "Choti si Duniya" a small world "Jahan hum aur aap" where only you and me...Didn't he wish for this on Her Ranjha night as the fear of losing her and the thought of her going away still makes him emotional .

He waited with patience, & she came in his favorite color RED which always makes her glow within her curves and incites desires in him as always..., She alwys trusted him blindly [aap sab theek kar daingey] and Today, He asks her about how she liked his efforts " She kisses him smilingly " & tells him that he is looking cute...She is still holds all the cuteness with her innocence...Even today he pulls her towards himself leaving no distance in between by brushing his breath over her asking "that what" & she says "cute" by brushing her breath shyly over him...reminding me "manogi...tum mujhe apna pati maan logi" [u will accept me your husband]

The moment stops, when he took her hand and pulls her towards him without leaving a room of single particle in between them ...where their lips were just an inch way..., a deadly move "Rabba Vey" moves the hearts...and both dance...in their own world.Once he took her hand to cut the cake and tody she took his hand to cut the cake and both share the sweetness of their little world dammit!

I would never be able to explain the emotions which possessed me at that moment of their scorching love, passion, and desires within each move!! There is no doubt, No one can make up like Arnavji...

This warming sensation which I felt after three years ,seeing them on the screen is a new beginning for us ...for them and for all passionate hearts who are feeling the same...seeing these two as there is no one out there who has power to possess the world the way these two do.

Yes this is a moment for us... "ek dhun Baji thi."..when these two were on the screen

Arnav Khushi Hamesha...Always as their heated Love, tender touches and warming Love is what makes us feel "ArshiHamesha"

Originally posted by: indi52

^^^

kizh also remembered the kissney line from haldi... i didn't think of the words, but the walk forward ohhh. i almost fell backward with the force of the memory of that haldi moment. how totally intimate he gets without really touching or anything... it's almost animal in its expression, nothing human made and media image tailored about it... everything feels fresh and yet innate intrinsic non flora purely fauna world.

i also died slowly and absolutely when he said the i love you dammit in a whole new way... barun acting and acting post giving it much thought is such a complete pleasure..

gh wrote everything i thought sort of mechanically, ticked off several things on a long list of what fans like with a slightly deprecating air almost... these girls, give them something they want and will go nuts over, silly ladkis... he didn't bother to add a writer's mind to it. and give life to things even if most corny, which an artist really can do... you can deconstruct it all you like but it holds within it a perfect moment, a mystery that you know is from somewhere else, beyond description and rational understanding. pity, because gh if he wants to, i feel can write much better stuff. i missed the dialogue writers of ipk and the art director. raju singh's music though just stoked memory and thrilled, i love the song... as the image of asr kkgsr melted away and the two dimensional pictures fell like leaves... an autumn, a passing, a farewell in them, i too found myself in tears.

Originally posted by: indi52

perhaps not a jashn but yes, a jodi... episode 8


a little smile and an intent gaze, undercurrents of hunger. a hand clutching a collar, lips slightly parted coming into frame. a memory kept safe in my head. the moment became rabba vey.

my heart skipped a beat as camera panned across the face, the beard was prickly, the eyes had a smile, the lips wanted to reach... rabba vey was all my mind could think. her hand was holding onto what it went to naturally every time, her lips had started to part...

script dismal, sets, set up, everything messy, i have been upset ad irritated with what was going on for a while. but put these two actors together in a frame, and everything tumbles, spins, becomes something else.

will be back to update later.

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two people looked into each others eyes, they smiled. a moment stood breathless for an instant. she threw her arms around him... he turned his cheek toward her and moved his head closer, a profile shot of the two in each others arms tightly clasped.

the ugly transition device swished them away as still shots began to fall across the screen, wafting, whimsical, drizzled with memory, like autumn leaves. i felt tears at my throat, behind my eyelids.

it was an ending not made up of never before scene stuff. those devices, that timing, the idea, all may be pretty ordinary. yet, it hit the spot and filled me with a sense of sheer beauty. of intense longing.

peechhe se shuru kartey hain, then... let's start from the back. just as the man had said with that funny clever look in his eyes.

"ek baat kahoon, khushi?" he asked softly yet in that crisp way of his. shall i tell you something?

she looked at him wondering what was up.

that delivery of "i love you dammit"... possibly my best moment in jashn. asr's lips curled slightly, incredibly attractive it was... a smile, a glint in the eyes, and barun took i love you dammit to its next level. as he has again and again with fairly stilted dialogues he is pretty much stuck with, what with asr being the man of few words he is and so in love with his expletives. so much that if he says i love you without at least a what the or a dammit or a shut up, we just don't believe him.

mark of great acting to me, to be able to take something that can easily become a mannerism or cliche and just give it an effervescence and energy that makes it new and breath catching again.

that first time he had raised his voice to a rare high shattering the night and saying it with the raging frustration he felt. she accused him of not understanding that many things had meaning... like rituals... and he had told her what really had matlab in all of all this.

it was the night he had started his mission peechhe se shuru karte hain in observing wedding rituals. khushi, tum kitni intelligent ho, he'd said, just before tripping her up. loving loving eyes, shining bright. khushi had been too bemused to notice she was being tricked by her shatir mate.

now he dropped his voice to a new caressing decibel... a quiet in it, an owning, a tenderness, and said the words. i don't remember this particular feel to his voice, it touched some place in me, made me stop and go a little nuts.

khushi again had that awed, bemused look... his love you dammit the most precious thing on earth for her. and tonight she just flung her arms around him and showed it. that night too she might have, but he had gone away... and it took her a while to process her thoughts.

there is a lot of talk of loop closing, etc., ever since ipk ek jashn started. i have not sensed that in the obvious sort of dialogues about babu ji, di, etc. but just for a moment here i thought, was that a loop coming to its natural close there? a far away night and two people in love but things not yet totally resolved... and here now, after the growth that only time allows, the ease only sustained togetherness brings. i was almost as livid with khushi that night as him, but then she had suddenly got the point, completely. had he returned, she'd have done possibly what she did now. that's why maybe it was one of the two most special things he had done for her that she made him recall earlier as she played her game of love.

i felt happy for asr, for khushi. that was such a difficult night.

as he said the words, rabba vey wafted in gently... raju singh... i wanted to meet him and thank him for this lyrical piece that lingers in the memory, makes me start and connect every time.

she embraced him with joy and wished him for their anniversary. she was smiling and delighted. he had that quiet sort of air, as if holding the moment close... in his mind's eye, perhaps the girl on a ramp for an instant.

the scene changed to a shot of them standing together in each other's arms.

"kyon khwaabon pe tere saaye hai..." why are there shadows on your dreams, the words of the song entered on a perfect sync point.

dissolve.

and the memories fell.

the jashn has been about so many rituals and customs of a love between viewers and a show. khushi had demanded her pheras, we had perhaps insisted that much was left, as crucial as pheras, that closure.

i don't know. i was actually ready for a new proper season of khushi and asr. instead a marketing strategy, like that not too sexy remarriage came my way. lots of rituals, without much heart were observed. from what the, to laad governor, to asr gardening, and all the remember this and remember that. as if we can forget.

i sensed a lack of that wizz thing in ipk. ken. mistakes can be overlooked, but something was just not there in the script.

you could practically see gautam hegde sorting through the "it" things of ipk and adding them in... he even managed to laugh a bit at us i think... while watching mami and asr, i had the distinct feeling, in fact. everyone knows how much we love asr in shades, so a particular sneery fun i guess in putting him in "googles" and making him look doltish. it was as if they were pushing the boundaries to see how much we'd take... a little test being conducted by the dekhna hai to dekho man.

and really asr just didn't feel like himself. the entertainment mafia, vijay soni, aditi gupta, amit puri... names i didn't know... people who didn't know ipk had made this series... they perhaps had not yet touched the dil of it all and were still trying too hard with the dimaag to work things out.when episode 8 began and the all apologetic asr and too cute wife in umbrage khushi brought in the first minutes, i almost gave up... even though barun looked wonderful and sanaya in lovely (not very khushi) in some shots. everything felt off and trying too hard to be all about love, too pointed too stilted.

then something happened as khushi finally opened the door. that straight to her without a word and a bear hug (somewhere reminiscent of khushi running to him in the warehouse in that first real hug of theirs)... something began to feel different that moment on.

and the way she held him, with that full smile... ownership and happiness mingling... no saaye on her khwaab any more.

he gave her a saree and she actually wore it. i wanted to leap around saying that's a first that's a first (another loop perchance?).

saree was not what he might have chosen, but she looked lovely anyway. and the nose pin was back... felt like i knew this girl despite the sleeveless and the snazzy hair do.

and he in that blue... indu's "boarding school blue." really, how does this man manage to look so dashing and asphyxiation causing in such things.

he was about to get angry, ah a ritual observed. and she arrived... his eyes lit up. he told her to close hers, she said but how will i see then? he replied on cue, main hoon na. current idiom, very popular i think ever since shah rukh khan movie. but his "trust me..." oh so totally his. khushi walked, who wouldn't.

he told her to open her eyes... "pasand aya?" like it? he asked looking at his thrilled with kitschy decorations and fake stars wife. she just turned and kissed him. natural, flowing, no pause no dither. i love seeing khushi physically aware of her husband, her lover. this is beautiful, long overdue... i was one of the very few i think who didn't like chhoti si duniya cuddle and sleep one bit.

that whole chhoti si duniya idea felt unreal. suddenly dragged in.

it felt all wrong. you can't sleep next to this man with a happy come let me hug ya my teddy bear look. they had just been together for the first time the night before, definitely her first time with any kind of sex.. and they were so much in love. i'd loved the way he had pulled her suddenly to him...

the shutting down of khushi's sexuality, her desire and ability to express it i had always struggled with in ipk.

so happy to see her here. yes, this man loves you beyond belief and you him, when you come close, when you touch, there is nothing ugly about it, it's just how it should be and that's why it's a thing of beauty...

oh h why do these two have such incredible vibe. what is this chemistry, where does it get born, where does it grow... kuchh rishtey ajeeb hi dor mein bandhe hote hain.

the thing between barun and sanaya that has been endlessly discussed, i will not try to decipher it. from that moment he started walking up to her it was there and no matter what they'd have done then onward, i'd be a goner i sort of knew. once more.

yes, the whole feeling of them once more. also indecipherable. was it happiness?

"waise, arnav ji," she said playing with his tie (i thought of lavanya and that same sort of shot back in 14 or 15) lovely this intimacy... "aaj aap bade woh lag rahe ho..." you're looking very that today.

"woh kya..." what.. that. why did his voice have to almost disappear at kya giving me a hollow feeling in the stomach.

"woh"... wasn't that always the word for "woh aurat?" that woman? his father's lover, the woman because of whom his maa killed herself? how negative that word in ipk... but then again, it's also "woh baat..." memories come rushing.

"woh matlab woh!" she... walk forward, he... right into her... isn't that haldi? my knees jerk a bit, this is madness.

"woh matlab... kya?" soft playful voice. woh mean what? means... matlab? no, asr, iss pyaar mein sach ya jhoot ya woh ka koi matlab nahin...

she tries to turn away, shy... he of course pulls her back... "woh matlab kya?"

"woh matlab..." khushi awkward... "cute..." nose slightly scrunching, a beautiful delivery by sanaya.

man is pleased. he likes to flummox her with his sexiness (maybe he's settling scores for what she did to him way back when she had appeared in red and completely befuddled his brain), he loves to hear her say he's hot... cute. i like the story of relationship and that essential physical stuff in it here. refreshing for hindi serials this straight forward flirting and togetherness. no parivaar and parampara talk. just man, woman, moment.

and yes, memory... their first rabba vey... she his woman in red. now again.

"tum bhi!" you too! he said it in that cool way of his, no mush... and handed her a super mushy red rose. but somehow when they do this, it seems fine. she gazed at the rose, another signature and maybe a closing loop, with joy. his mother was always a part of his story, his love, everything asr, wasn't she? in the most treasure worthy way. he would know how to take care of a woman he loved you felt, he had the sensitivity despite being a rakshas and totally impossible at times.

then writer forgot story and we remembered that the janamdin rose had been discussed before. no matter. i was still grinning. he was so all male and completely out to get his girl with that... "toh tumhe pata tha, huh!"

for some reason, she mentioned the bangles and lavanya ji. a very obvious "loop close," totally unnecessary and force fitted i felt. but then as she started some other story, he said... another favourite..

"shhh!"

had he not touched his ear too i'd have heard the music. a bit overdone and cutesie that ear business... and the hearing of a "dhun" he'd heard. filmi... but again mind stopped working as i heard hey hey, her bangs flew a bit, a look in her eyes, talkative girl transiting to breathless woman.

cross dissolve to his face... he held her hand and put it on his shoulder... eyes only on her. camera mesmerised. space shifted.

and they drifted to a world of their own. there were bubbles falling and looking extremely cheesy there but you really couldn't see anything but them... and feel that extraordinary vibe.

i could almost guess what he'd do before he even did it... he would dance with her... he was always dancing with her maybe, from that very first day... for a couple of minutes, there were no words. just the two of them dancing, simply, happily, a couple on their anniversary with a rose in their hands, all dressed up and feeling happy. asr and khushi, in two twirls and a fall and catch a universe preserved.

camera moved over his profile, on it a faint mark of red... her lipstick, her kiss. she who brought colour to his life. she who dared to break through is fort faraq nahin padta, she who was his red, his asli gulab. for whom he'd set up all the tacky all the naqli just to see her happy, keep her dreams alive.

he made her sit and came back with a necklace. he had to put it on for her... i loved the shot of khushi sitting there looking like a the mistress of all she surveys. a young fragile but inordinately strong girl had come to his and my world with her gutsy ways, her spirit, her pureness, her sanka, her jhalli style... who knows what lies in store for us in life... but somehow you wanted her to win, always succeed, get everything she may have even forgotten to want... as she sat there, she looked like the happiest girl in the world. it felt good. and that shot where he walked behind, only his cuff and jacket sleeve visible, a sense of almost power there... the two of them together. the kind of power that is beautiful, edifying.

a not particularly classy necklace was followed by a definitely tacky cake with tea lights minus holders around it, then cake cutting, feeding each other.

and again khushi hugging him. saying throatily, "thank you, arnav ji." was that a tad too grown up and sophisticated for khushi? maybe... or maybe, she purrs like that inside when he's near and it gets hard to be jhalli any more. ha, who knows. the man said, "ek baat kahoon, khushi?" and he said what he had to say. she went back into his arms and wished him happy anniversary... the transition came.

the falling leaves drift by the window
the autumn leaves of red and gold
i see your lips, the summer kisses
the sun-burned hands i used to hold

since you went away the days grow long
and soon i'll hear old winter's song
but i miss you most of all my darling
when autumn leaves start to fall

words of a song by nat king cole that i've heard from a very young age and has many memories floating around and through it, especially of a dance with a man i will always love... memories indeed fall like those leaves... and keep us alive, cherished, nourished... and make us believe in hamesha.

kyun khwaabon pe tere saaye hai/dil kyun kyon hai tanha mera/kyon khamoshi hai zubaan meri/ashkon se kah paaoon naa

kyun dard hai itna/tere isshq mein/
rabba vey rabba vey rabba-vey-rabba-vey

Originally posted by: aarwen

The video didn't play for me, but I found others on youtube.. an Eric Clapton version as well that I liked.. lovely lyrics.. something soothing in the love songs of old times.. and yes your father in his youth listening to these.. I haven't heard too many English songs but my parents did.. I see their eyes light up with memories whenever they talk of that.. makes me want to listen and hum along..

youth.. unrestrained.. enthusiastic.. untouched.. unburdened.. eager.. earnest.. just like Sanaya and Barun from their first ipk days..

The collage makes me want to stare and stare.. By the way do you have a full size edit of the 3rd pic in the 2nd row?

When Khushi got ready I did think of this song seeing ASR watch her..

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xl7Hd2r0LOs[/YOUTUBE]

Originally posted by: Horizon

Kizh remembered haldi too??.. nice.. an inescapable memory in that Gupta bedroom...a literal flame..

the dekhna hai tho dekho writer wrote too many ordinary tales that he wouldn't bother too much to add that extra touch for these two..when he was writing initial asr/ Kh.. pen sure was his but the mind was gul/ nissar's.. compelled to keep his pen straight and thinking..he can not possibly give his best without the rest of the team.. that holds good for anyone in the team perhaps...he also always appeared to love the actors more than the characters...and he did his best to cash on the popularity of the former..this is almost irrelevant now.. but I am disappointed he let the drive be too down hill..

and our defense systems gave up long ago.. immunized souls would n't be hanging around here this long..😃