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Posted: 9 years ago

#1321

Shyamala's review...

A 100 counts cotton sari

With a beautiful design

Soft in texture

Bright in colour

Elegance multifold

Graceful to wear

Meant for any occasion

and

Enhances the beauty ..

of the person wearing it, .. HBAS! 👏

Saraswathi Akka.

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karkuzhali

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Posted: 9 years ago

#1322

Good Morning!

Remembering our Great Poet

Mahakavi Subrmania Bharathi.

11.12 1882 --- 11.09.1921

"Bharat Our Land"

The Mighty Himavant is ours

There is no equal anywhere on earth

The generous Ganga is ours

Which other river can match her grace

The sacred Upanishads are ours-

What scriptures to name with them?

This sunny golden land is ours

She is peerless, let's praise her!

( A translation of his poem" Mannum Imaya malai engaL malayae..." in praise of Bharat. Translation by Ms. Prema Nandakumar)

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karkuzhali

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Posted: 9 years ago

#1323

Shyamala ...

Shyamala in two minds

Thread is crowded, treading hard

A child lost in the fair

Not a lost child but

The Lord in Kurukshetra

See her Vishwaroop!

Karkuzhali...

Fills up Lashy's thread

Showcasing her latest "hunar"

Senior Banjara

Pages grow in size

Reviews find themselves hidden

Needle in the haystalk

They are too many

The dishes give tummy ache

Why not go on diet?

Karkuzhali.

Chapter 14: An advance and a retreat

Lashykanna,

I have been in two minds about this one for a while now, wondering if I should follow my usual pattern of covering two chapters at a time, ie Nos. 14 & 15, even if they are not on the same day. There was also the backlog of Nos. 11 &12 which made me feel guilty, for all that any take on those chapters would by now be long past its expiry date!

For one thing, your gargantuan threads for a single chapter now give me the willies. Truth to tell, I am so psychologically intimidated by the sheer outpouring of comments, poems ordinary and extraordinary (like Saraswathi Akka's haikus ), and enormous pictorial menus that make one scoot to the kitchen pronto (they also reinforce my conviction that those who observe vrats actually eat more than normal folk, only they eat different things!😉) that I thought of skipping this post altogether. My take is in any case more than likely to be lost in the next lot of posts that is surely going to take this thread past a double century before you put up you Chapter 15.

Lashykanna, this is not just Sehwag on a good day. It is way, way better, a super success of the kind assuredly never seen before in the history of the IF!👏

But had I skipped this chapter too, I would have felt even more guilty. So, largely for this selfish reason, I am going ahead after all, and let us see how it comes out.

Edited by karkuzhali - 9 years ago

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binduprasad41

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Posted: 9 years ago

#1324

Originally posted by: sashashyam

Chapter
14: An advance and a retreat
 Lashykanna,
I have been in two minds about this one for a while
now, wondering if I should follow my usual pattern of covering two chapters at
a time, ie Nos. 14 & 15, even if they are not on the same day. There was
also the backlog of Nos. 11 &12 which made me feel guilty, for all that any
take on those chapters would by now be long past its expiry date! 
For one thing, your gargantuan threads for a single
chapter now give me the willies. Truth to tell, I am so psychologically
intimidated by the sheer outpouring of comments, poems ordinary and extraordinary (like
Saraswathi Akka's haikus ), and enormous pictorial menus that make one scoot to the kitchen pronto
(they also reinforce my conviction that those who observe vrats actually eat more than normal folk, only they eat different
things!😉) that I thought of skipping this post altogether. My take is in
any case more than likely to be lost in the next lot of posts that is surely going to take this thread past a double century before you put up
you Chapter 15.
Lashykanna, this is not just Sehwag on a good day. It is way, way better, a super
success of the kind assuredly never seen before in the history of the IF!👏
But had I skipped this chapter too, I would have felt even more guilty. So,
largely for this selfish reason, I am
going ahead after all, and let us see how it comes out. 
Overlapping
halves, diverging reactions: For me, the
chapter falls neatly into two halves - the first centred on Heera, and the second
on Akbar - that overlap in the middle during the lunch. What is very interesting here is that the impact
of the overlap on the two halves of our twosome
is diametrically opposite. 
Let us begin with a rundown of the
event.
After Heera and Akbar both spend a
good bit of time niharofying each other, she discreetly and he circumspectly, Akbar moves
to unprecedented action. He does an adab to her for the first time ever, with a slight
hint of a smile as a sort of bonus. 
Heera, who has been trying to pretend, even to herself, that she has not
been staring at him for far too long (if
her maids had not been busy imitating a flock of chaffinches, they would have spotted
right away that their baisa was up to something) blushes for the first time ever. And on one of
the rare occasions that she does so, wishes
that she could see better, and could make sure that it was really a
smile. Then what?
Starting with Heera, let us first go back a bit to the part where she is
acutely depressed and almost ready to
break down, which is not surprising seeing the crushing load of misfortune and responsibility
that the poor child now has to carry all
by herself. 
She is a sensitive soul, is our Heera, and that is a cross she has to
bear all the time. She can feel the sufferings of others, not in a superficial
manner, but almost under her skin, and Mohan Banna's agony gets to her, all the more so as she is not able to relieve it despite all
her skill and her experience as a healer. That is why they say that nurses
and doctors cannot afford to get emotionally involved with their suffering
patients, for that leaches out of them the strength they need to cope with the
rest of those who depend on them. 
But for Heera, Mohan is not just a
patient, he is almost family. On top of this, she has to dredge out of the inner recesses of her being the strength to scold him, to pull him up by reminding him of his duties, to somehow make him hold on to life while she
organizes the inevitable, an amputation,
all the while tamping down the panic rising within her so that it
does not show on her face. 
The strain must have been
terrible. No wonder then that by the time she takes refuge in a plaintive appeal to the one person with
whom she does not have to pretend, her Durga jiji, she is not just
tearful. She is desperate., for there seems to be nothing but darkness all
around. 
At this point, in comes Gokul. 
I liked it that we are here shown once more how good a leader and boss Heera is. Earlier, it was when she
listened to something she already knew, about the orphan kids Akbar was supporting, as if it was a fresh input, so as not to
discourage this very Gokul . This time
again, she curbs the exasperation
welling up in her at this untimely interruption, and listens to his
announcement: Khan Sahib arrived.. a
short while ago.
A rainbow
in the sky: Lo and behold! Her heart leaps up with hitherto unknown alacrity. 'So he DID come?'More is to
follow. Her worry lines gradually lightened - a sign that the
befuddled thoughts in her mind had begun levelling out. The last line: Heera
wouldn't disagree - the news had left her a little surprised, is pure self-deception or, to put it more
bluntly, poppycock. It deceives no one, not us, and very likely not Heera either.

NB: The rainbow bit is a riff on Wordsworth's My heart leaps up when I behold a rainbow in
the sky.. 
This passage
was, to me, far more revealing than all that followed about the lunch and the
Khan Sahib's pre-departure gesture. In any good relationship, pleasure at a special sign of regard from the
other is
normal. It is not a measure of the
strength, or of the special nature of the relationship. 
It is when the very
presence of the one can lift the other out of a valley of despair and endless night,
when just the mention of the name of the other can calm a roiling mind, that it
is time to sit up and take notice!
I was charmed
by Heera's pleasure in listening to the energetic chatter of her maids about the Khan Sahib.
I am sure she must, by the end, have
been able to flawlessly recite the full list of all the delicacies he had eaten with such obvious relish! 😉
This too is another
unfailing sign of a budding romance, the secret delight in hearing about the
other. In all our classical tales, the heroine had a bevy of sakhis for the express purpose of talking about the hero;
here Heera has her chatterbox maids!
A perfect little souffle: While we are still here, Lashykanna, I
must tell you how pleased I was with this segment about the maids. It has come out perfectly. Their enthusiastic recitals are so natural and so
convincing, and then there is the eternal maternal instinct in all women, young or old, that seeks to pamper a young man, to feed him well, and derive a
special satisfaction from watching him eat with relish. 
'Khan Sahib enjoyed the meal...'
'He ate it all...'
'He liked most of it...'
'But baisa, what he loved the most, were
Maharaj kakasa's laddus... he must have eaten at least 4 of them...'
'And the khoba roti too... kakasa made
fresh khoba rotis, especially for Khan Sahib...'...
Then the typical female protectiveness towards someone they have come to respect and like, that surfaces in the desire to ward off an
evil eye that might affect him even inadvertently. The indulgent satisfaction
voiced in 
'I agree... he is a well-built young
man... he must have been hungry...'
'Moreover, this is a household without
women in it... he mustn't have tasted the kind of feast he tasted today...'
Lovely stuff. It is easier to do intense scenes than to pull
off such a perfect little souffle. Take
a bow, my pet!
Breathtaking surprise: To come back to our Heera, one has just
to collate what she says to herself. For
it is Heera, struck by a second wave of
surprise, whose thoughts you have recorded here. Not yours.
The young man who was at the centre of it
all, looked a far cry from the 'lone stranger' she'd met a week ago. Instead,
he looked every bit like the head of a large household, like the lofty 'Sahib'
of this haveli...
However, today, he didn't seem averse to
all that ruckus either - at least, not as averse as she assumed he'd be...
His sharp features had somehow forgone
their severity too, trading it for expressions that were more peaceful. Expressions
that made him appear charming. And refined. And gentlemanly.
One would have said she was carefully observing and assessing
Akbar in this unfamiliar new avatar, and docketing the info away for future use. To
add to the shadings, the nuances of the
mental portrait of him that was there somewhere in her zehen, being touched up
whenever there was any interaction, direct or indirect, with him. Till now, all
the shadings had been bright; there had
not been a single dark spot. 
Even so, his
parting adab almost takes her breath away, for it is
as unexpected as it is graceful
and courtly. From a man of the world at
the imperial court such a gesture would
have been the merest commomplace. From the aloof Khan Sahib, it is nothing
short of a revelation. 
A revelation which
Heera would have later assessed, consciously or sub-consciously, and tried to
draw her own conclusions from it. The pity of
it is that she has no one with whom she can discuss this matter, any
more than she could have asked any of the maids if the Khan Sahib had indeed
accompanied his adab with a
smile. 
There is Gauri
of course, but she is the last person with whom Heera would have broached this
topic, for Gauri literally radiates strong if unspoken disapproval of Aidabad
and its inhabitants, and only a little
less of the master of the haveli. Heera,
who is nothing if not intelligent and
perceptive, is quick to grasp the real reason behind Gauri's haste to be gone
from Aidabad, because of which she almost sidelines Mohan Banna's parlous
condition. Well, Gauri is right from her point of view, but we cannot share that to any degree, for
if we did so, kya hoga hamari kahani ka? 
The
other half: The comical interlude between Akbar and his
vet is deceptive, for it is meant as
deliberate light relief, a lollipop to
compensate us in advance for what is to
come. There is a broad hint already, while we are still at lunch with the Khan Sahib, that
the skies are going to darken again very soon.
Before returning to his desolate
existence; he wanted to look her in the eye, and thank her once, for bringing a
few rays of sunshine into his dim world. ... for giving him a glimpse of how a
real home felt.
There they are again, up front and centre, the rootlessness,
the emptiness, the loneliness that perennially
darken his existence. And once Akbar is
back in his room, these black shadows, possibly alarmed by the unfamiliar peace
that now seems to pervade his being, the strange
sense of serenity ( lovely alliteration, Lashykanna! This is what is called
the anupraas alankaar in Hindi
grammar), rush to reclaim his mind and his soul. 
That scene is
so vividly written that one can practically see it as a film, with the two
Akbars debating fiercely with each other.
But before we get to that, there is a searing description of his bare
body, scarred and scored with the marks of lashes, of brutal blows, of the other
ill treatment he has suffered as a young boy. Scars that cannot be removed. Scars
that disfigure his body, but are also a metaphor for the even worse scars that
disfigure his heart, his mind, his soul. 
These indelible
scars, and the dangerous life he has fashioned for himself after escaping from
the hell of his early existence,
are, for Akbar Mahmoud Khan, his sole
reality, from which there can be no reprieve. 
As he drags himself
back to this reality by main force,
there is another, even stronger emotion
that hastens his retreat to his dark, unsafe world. This is the fierce protectiveness
that he feels toward the Sahiba he has come, in just one week, to respect,
admire, to care for. Care for so deeply that his one aim now is to shield her
from every danger, every ill wind. And in the first place, from himself and his fate. 
Whence the voice of his alter
ego, speaking bitter truths that will
not be denied.
What would
you gain by knocking on this door now? Is it to find out if she holds the cure
for this never-ending pain of yours? Even if she has the secret remedy, you'll
never live to enjoy it... you'll die and get her killed too!
We do not as yet know what is this life, this mission to which Akbar is
committed to the exclusion of all else. I use the word mission deliberately, for I remember him at the hukkah joint, musing that the planned meeting with Chota
Faizan was important because his duty called for it. And there was a hated rival as well. 
I do not expect
you, Lashykanna, to open up those cards very soon. But it is clear that it is a lifestyle
so dangerous, that it has no place for women in it. Whence his stated determination to keep
Heera out of it. 
Never mind. Akbar ko jo sochna hai soch le, jo
karna chahta hai, kar ke dekh le. Is Sahiba ka saath to itni aasaani se
chootnewala nahin hai.
Either she will
still be there when he gets back to Aidabad after two days, or some emergency
involving her will surface before Akbar's planned departure. Then we shall see
who comes out on top, Akbar 1, the one alive to new, budding hopes and
emotions, or Akbar 2, the one who wants to close the door firmly in the face of
such unforeseen temptations. I have already laid my bets! And don't you, Lashykanna, dare trip me up!😉

Shyamala Periyamma

👏 👏 👏

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binduprasad41

@binduprasad41

Sparkler

Posted: 9 years ago

#1325

Originally posted by: karkuzhali

Good Morning!

Remembering our Great Poet
 Mahakavi Subrmania Bharathi.

 

11.12 1882 --- 11.09.1921 
 "Bharat Our Land" 

The Mighty Himavant is ours
There is no equal anywhere on earth
The generous Ganga is ours
Which other river can match her grace
The sacred Upanishads are ours-
What scriptures to name with them?
This sunny golden land is ours
She is peerless, let's praise her! 

( A translation of his poem" Mannum Imaya malai engaL malayae..." in praise of Bharat. Translation by Ms. Prema Nandakumar)

Good morning aunty
thanks for sharing this amazing poem

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binduprasad41

@binduprasad41

Sparkler

Posted: 9 years ago

#1326

Originally posted by: karkuzhali

Shyamala ...

Shyamala in two minds
Thread is crowded, treading hard
A child lost in the fair

Not a lost child but
The Lord in Kurukshetra
See her Vishwaroop!

Karkuzhali...

Fills up Lashy's thread
Showcasing her latest "hunar"
Senior Banjara

Pages grow in size
Reviews find themselves hidden
Needle in the haystalk

They are too many
The dishes give tummy ache
Why not go on diet?

Karkuzhali.

⭐️
beautiful aunty

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1003116

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Posted: 9 years ago

#1327

Originally posted by: sashashyam

Chapter
14: An advance and a retreat
 Lashykanna,
I have been in two minds about this one for a while
now, wondering if I should follow my usual pattern of covering two chapters at
a time, ie Nos. 14 & 15, even if they are not on the same day. There was
also the backlog of Nos. 11 &12 which made me feel guilty, for all that any
take on those chapters would by now be long past its expiry date! 
For one thing, your gargantuan threads for a single
chapter now give me the willies. Truth to tell, I am so psychologically
intimidated by the sheer outpouring of comments, poems ordinary and extraordinary (like
Saraswathi Akka's haikus ), and enormous pictorial menus that make one scoot to the kitchen pronto
(they also reinforce my conviction that those who observe vrats actually eat more than normal folk, only they eat different
things!😉) that I thought of skipping this post altogether. My take is in
any case more than likely to be lost in the next lot of posts that is surely going to take this thread past a double century before you put up
you Chapter 15.
Lashykanna, this is not just Sehwag on a good day. It is way, way better, a super
success of the kind assuredly never seen before in the history of the IF!👏
But had I skipped this chapter too, I would have felt even more guilty. So,
largely for this selfish reason, I am
going ahead after all, and let us see how it comes out. 
Overlapping
halves, diverging reactions: For me, the
chapter falls neatly into two halves - the first centred on Heera, and the second
on Akbar - that overlap in the middle during the lunch. What is very interesting here is that the impact
of the overlap on the two halves of our twosome
is diametrically opposite. 
Let us begin with a rundown of the
event.
After Heera and Akbar both spend a
good bit of time niharofying each other, she discreetly and he circumspectly, Akbar moves
to unprecedented action. He does an adab to her for the first time ever, with a slight
hint of a smile as a sort of bonus. 
Heera, who has been trying to pretend, even to herself, that she has not
been staring at him for far too long (if
her maids had not been busy imitating a flock of chaffinches, they would have spotted
right away that their baisa was up to something) blushes for the first time ever. And on one of
the rare occasions that she does so, wishes
that she could see better, and could make sure that it was really a
smile. Then what?
Starting with Heera, let us first go back a bit to the part where she is
acutely depressed and almost ready to
break down, which is not surprising seeing the crushing load of misfortune and responsibility
that the poor child now has to carry all
by herself. 
She is a sensitive soul, is our Heera, and that is a cross she has to
bear all the time. She can feel the sufferings of others, not in a superficial
manner, but almost under her skin, and Mohan Banna's agony gets to her, all the more so as she is not able to relieve it despite all
her skill and her experience as a healer. That is why they say that nurses
and doctors cannot afford to get emotionally involved with their suffering
patients, for that leaches out of them the strength they need to cope with the
rest of those who depend on them. 
But for Heera, Mohan is not just a
patient, he is almost family. On top of this, she has to dredge out of the inner recesses of her being the strength to scold him, to pull him up by reminding him of his duties, to somehow make him hold on to life while she
organizes the inevitable, an amputation,
all the while tamping down the panic rising within her so that it
does not show on her face. 
The strain must have been
terrible. No wonder then that by the time she takes refuge in a plaintive appeal to the one person with
whom she does not have to pretend, her Durga jiji, she is not just
tearful. She is desperate., for there seems to be nothing but darkness all
around. 
At this point, in comes Gokul. 
I liked it that we are here shown once more how good a leader and boss Heera is. Earlier, it was when she
listened to something she already knew, about the orphan kids Akbar was supporting, as if it was a fresh input, so as not to
discourage this very Gokul . This time
again, she curbs the exasperation
welling up in her at this untimely interruption, and listens to his
announcement: Khan Sahib arrived.. a
short while ago.
A rainbow
in the sky: Lo and behold! Her heart leaps up with hitherto unknown alacrity. 'So he DID come?'More is to
follow. Her worry lines gradually lightened - a sign that the
befuddled thoughts in her mind had begun levelling out. The last line: Heera
wouldn't disagree - the news had left her a little surprised, is pure self-deception or, to put it more
bluntly, poppycock. It deceives no one, not us, and very likely not Heera either.

NB: The rainbow bit is a riff on Wordsworth's My heart leaps up when I behold a rainbow in
the sky.. 
This passage
was, to me, far more revealing than all that followed about the lunch and the
Khan Sahib's pre-departure gesture. In any good relationship, pleasure at a special sign of regard from the
other is
normal. It is not a measure of the
strength, or of the special nature of the relationship. 
It is when the very
presence of the one can lift the other out of a valley of despair and endless night,
when just the mention of the name of the other can calm a roiling mind, that it
is time to sit up and take notice!
I was charmed
by Heera's pleasure in listening to the energetic chatter of her maids about the Khan Sahib.
I am sure she must, by the end, have
been able to flawlessly recite the full list of all the delicacies he had eaten with such obvious relish! 😉
This too is another
unfailing sign of a budding romance, the secret delight in hearing about the
other. In all our classical tales, the heroine had a bevy of sakhis for the express purpose of talking about the hero;
here Heera has her chatterbox maids!
A perfect little souffle: While we are still here, Lashykanna, I
must tell you how pleased I was with this segment about the maids. It has come out perfectly. Their enthusiastic recitals are so natural and so
convincing, and then there is the eternal maternal instinct in all women, young or old, that seeks to pamper a young man, to feed him well, and derive a
special satisfaction from watching him eat with relish. 
'Khan Sahib enjoyed the meal...'
'He ate it all...'
'He liked most of it...'
'But baisa, what he loved the most, were
Maharaj kakasa's laddus... he must have eaten at least 4 of them...'
'And the khoba roti too... kakasa made
fresh khoba rotis, especially for Khan Sahib...'...
Then the typical female protectiveness towards someone they have come to respect and like, that surfaces in the desire to ward off an
evil eye that might affect him even inadvertently. The indulgent satisfaction
voiced in 
'I agree... he is a well-built young
man... he must have been hungry...'
'Moreover, this is a household without
women in it... he mustn't have tasted the kind of feast he tasted today...'
Lovely stuff. It is easier to do intense scenes than to pull
off such a perfect little souffle. Take
a bow, my pet!
Breathtaking surprise: To come back to our Heera, one has just
to collate what she says to herself. For
it is Heera, struck by a second wave of
surprise, whose thoughts you have recorded here. Not yours.
The young man who was at the centre of it
all, looked a far cry from the 'lone stranger' she'd met a week ago. Instead,
he looked every bit like the head of a large household, like the lofty 'Sahib'
of this haveli...
However, today, he didn't seem averse to
all that ruckus either - at least, not as averse as she assumed he'd be...
His sharp features had somehow forgone
their severity too, trading it for expressions that were more peaceful. Expressions
that made him appear charming. And refined. And gentlemanly.
One would have said she was carefully observing and assessing
Akbar in this unfamiliar new avatar, and docketing the info away for future use. To
add to the shadings, the nuances of the
mental portrait of him that was there somewhere in her zehen, being touched up
whenever there was any interaction, direct or indirect, with him. Till now, all
the shadings had been bright; there had
not been a single dark spot. 
Even so, his
parting adab almost takes her breath away, for it is
as unexpected as it is graceful
and courtly. From a man of the world at
the imperial court such a gesture would
have been the merest commomplace. From the aloof Khan Sahib, it is nothing
short of a revelation. 
A revelation which
Heera would have later assessed, consciously or sub-consciously, and tried to
draw her own conclusions from it. The pity of
it is that she has no one with whom she can discuss this matter, any
more than she could have asked any of the maids if the Khan Sahib had indeed
accompanied his adab with a
smile. 
There is Gauri
of course, but she is the last person with whom Heera would have broached this
topic, for Gauri literally radiates strong if unspoken disapproval of Aidabad
and its inhabitants, and only a little
less of the master of the haveli. Heera,
who is nothing if not intelligent and
perceptive, is quick to grasp the real reason behind Gauri's haste to be gone
from Aidabad, because of which she almost sidelines Mohan Banna's parlous
condition. Well, Gauri is right from her point of view, but we cannot share that to any degree, for
if we did so, kya hoga hamari kahani ka? 
The
other half: The comical interlude between Akbar and his
vet is deceptive, for it is meant as
deliberate light relief, a lollipop to
compensate us in advance for what is to
come. There is a broad hint already, while we are still at lunch with the Khan Sahib, that
the skies are going to darken again very soon.
Before returning to his desolate
existence; he wanted to look her in the eye, and thank her once, for bringing a
few rays of sunshine into his dim world. ... for giving him a glimpse of how a
real home felt.
There they are again, up front and centre, the rootlessness,
the emptiness, the loneliness that perennially
darken his existence. And once Akbar is
back in his room, these black shadows, possibly alarmed by the unfamiliar peace
that now seems to pervade his being, the strange
sense of serenity ( lovely alliteration, Lashykanna! This is what is called
the anupraas alankaar in Hindi
grammar), rush to reclaim his mind and his soul. 
That scene is
so vividly written that one can practically see it as a film, with the two
Akbars debating fiercely with each other.
But before we get to that, there is a searing description of his bare
body, scarred and scored with the marks of lashes, of brutal blows, of the other
ill treatment he has suffered as a young boy. Scars that cannot be removed. Scars
that disfigure his body, but are also a metaphor for the even worse scars that
disfigure his heart, his mind, his soul. 
These indelible
scars, and the dangerous life he has fashioned for himself after escaping from
the hell of his early existence,
are, for Akbar Mahmoud Khan, his sole
reality, from which there can be no reprieve. 
As he drags himself
back to this reality by main force,
there is another, even stronger emotion
that hastens his retreat to his dark, unsafe world. This is the fierce protectiveness
that he feels toward the Sahiba he has come, in just one week, to respect,
admire, to care for. Care for so deeply that his one aim now is to shield her
from every danger, every ill wind. And in the first place, from himself and his fate. 
Whence the voice of his alter
ego, speaking bitter truths that will
not be denied.
What would
you gain by knocking on this door now? Is it to find out if she holds the cure
for this never-ending pain of yours? Even if she has the secret remedy, you'll
never live to enjoy it... you'll die and get her killed too!
We do not as yet know what is this life, this mission to which Akbar is
committed to the exclusion of all else. I use the word mission deliberately, for I remember him at the hukkah joint, musing that the planned meeting with Chota
Faizan was important because his duty called for it. And there was a hated rival as well. 
I do not expect
you, Lashykanna, to open up those cards very soon. But it is clear that it is a lifestyle
so dangerous, that it has no place for women in it. Whence his stated determination to keep
Heera out of it. 
Never mind. Akbar ko jo sochna hai soch le, jo
karna chahta hai, kar ke dekh le. Is Sahiba ka saath to itni aasaani se
chootnewala nahin hai.
Either she will
still be there when he gets back to Aidabad after two days, or some emergency
involving her will surface before Akbar's planned departure. Then we shall see
who comes out on top, Akbar 1, the one alive to new, budding hopes and
emotions, or Akbar 2, the one who wants to close the door firmly in the face of
such unforeseen temptations. I have already laid my bets! And don't you, Lashykanna, dare trip me up!😉

Shyamala Periyamma

how r u doing aunty, with your analysis final completeness comes wether it is serial or story . You manage to dot every I and cross every T . Every single time you manage to achieve such feast.
I am baiting on Sahiba is going to face problem before Akbar's departure . Something is telling me Sahibas message has reached to her ex - jija and he has again sold the information regarding her safe house 😉 to her enemy , so strom is near .Again thank you aunty.

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melovesja

@melovesja

Rocker

Posted: 9 years ago

#1328

Originally posted by: lashy

hope my update doesn't make it a bad morning... 😲 😆
Update will make my morning good 😊
For contains let me wait and watch 😉
Tornado
Good morning and happy Sunday to all 😛

Edited by melovesja - 9 years ago

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Durgeshnandini

@Durgeshnandini

Dazzler

Posted: 9 years ago

#1329

Originally posted by: karkuzhali

Shyamala's review...

A 100 counts cotton sari
With a beautiful design
Soft in texture
Bright in colour
Elegance multifold
Graceful to wear
Meant for any occasion
and
Enhances the beauty ..
of the person wearing it, .. HBAS! 👏

Saraswathi Akka.

In your style,

Saraswathi Aunty's comments on Shyamala Aunty's reviews is like...

A beautiful design,

Embroidered on the soft cotton fabric,

Complimenting it's colour,

Redefining Elegance,

Amplifying the wearer's Grace

Making it wearable on all Occasions,

and

Enhancing the beauty of this Beautifying Saree

That intensifies the beauty of gorgeous person wearing it... HBAS 👏👏

Edited by durgeshnandini - 9 years ago

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binduprasad41

@binduprasad41

Sparkler

Posted: 9 years ago

#1330

Originally posted by: durgeshnandini

In your style,

Saraswathi Aunty's comments on Shyamala Aunty's reviews is like...

A beautiful design,
Embroidered on the soft cotton fabric,
Complimenting it's colour,
Redefining Elegance,
Amplifying the wearer's Grace
Making it wearable on all Occasions,
and
Enhancing the beauty of this Beautifying Saree
That intensifies the beauty of gorgeous person wearing it... HBAS👏👏