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...awaz mujhe kahiye...
Sur jisme hai sab gham ke,
Voh sahz mujhe kahhiye...
I want to start by apologizing to Prem. I misunderstood him...thought I had lost him. I should have known better...I should have known my Prem better. I'm glad he proved me wrong today.
I also owe an apology to the KDMHMD members. Just a few days back, I was irritated with the "Prem bashing" and made a post asking if the members knew Prem as well as they should. These same members yesterday, told me that this time, I was wrong about Prem. As much as I wanted to believe them...as much as I hoped and prayed that they were right, I couldn't bring myself to believe it.
Today, I'm happy to admit that I was wrong. You were right.
As for Prem...though I didn't think it was possible, I respect him even more now...
Estee, you were right...he wasn't repenting...
It took all of 30 seconds today for me to start crying with Prem. All it took was that one look of complete loss, utter distress...Where was he? What was he doing? And then, from the depth of his heart, came a plea: "Mujhe maaf kar dena bauji"....and I realized, that my Prem, The Prem still existed.
How very wrong I was to think Prem would forget his love and run back to his bauji....As much as he wants to (run to his bauji), he wouldn't. Not ever. Not without his Heer.
If there's one thing I've learned about Prem, it is that he is true. In every aspect of his life. True, as a son, who even now, holds his parents in the highest regard. True, as a lover, who even now, won't for a minute turn his back on it.
Prem had said once, ki voh har rishta puri imandari se nibhata hai...and today, he stood by those words.
He stood there, alone, on a deserted road, asking his father to forgive him. Pleading, for one chance to explain that his intentions were misunderstood. "aapne hi toh kaha tha mujhe, ke sachai ke raaste pe chalna chahiye...vahi toh kar raha tha main." Ullu had always taught Prem to be true, and truthful, in whatever he does....so when Prem was doing just that, why didn't his father understand him?
And when this son has done nothing wrong, when Prem has done nothing wrong, why is he standing there in solitude, blaming himself for his father's misunderstandings...his father's misgivings?....Because this is The Prem. The Prem that has never done anything wrong. The Prem that wants everyone to always be happy...The Prem that thinks he deserves to be the bearer of his loved ones' pain. Hence, its unfathomable to him, as to how HE could be the cause of his father's hurt.
Despite everything thats happened, Prem doesn't blame his father. Because you can't blame the God you Worship. Bhagwan kabhi galat nahi hota...agar koi galat hota hai, toh insaan.
Prem's monologue today was heartwrenching...it was a true confession from the heart of a son, who any parent would be proud to call their own. Despite his tiff with his father, he wants nothing more than to go cry on his father's shoulder...apologize for his actions...and explain that he had done nothing wrong....explain, ke Lalit Juneja ka beta Prem, voh beta, jo uske bauji pe ek bhi aanch nahi ane deta tha....voh beta, kabhi apne pitah ko gham dekar khudki kushiyaan nahi mana sakta. Before Heer even entered the shot, I had already cried buckets, for a son who was so desperate for his father...
It meant so much that in his moment of solitude, Heer came and put her supportive hand on his shoulder...I feel as though if she hadn't been there then, we definitely would have seen a distressed, defeated Prem Juneja fall to his knees.
His pain, her tears....her tears, his tears.
Her hand, involuntarily raises, to wipe his tears...and he turns away. That was so very painful to see...he turned away, silently telling her "no...don't wipe my tears...I deserve them...I deserve to shed them."
And a flashback...his father pronouncing him dead, his father not sharing in his success, his father, who once told him how proud he was to have a son like Prem...
Heer stood by him then...just as she always would. Again, no verbal formalities needed....these two simply understood. They're two halfs of a whole....where one is, the other will be...what one feels, the other will feel. And so, she stood there leaving him to his thoughts, yet silently supporting him, telling him she'll be there, when he finally decides to let her share in his misery.
(God these two are just so beautiful)....
The next segment didn't interest me much. Ullu has an accident, and some young kid "rushes" him to the hospital. Arre kya "rushes"? Did anyone see him get out the car? Janab Bade araam se gadi se utare, hero ki tarah pose karne lage, as if he's God's gift to the world and all eyes should be on him, aur PHIR pagalon ki tarah Ullu ki gadi ki taraf bhaga. Are idiot, agar accident hua hai, toh tujhe pose karne ka time kaha se mila?
Ok, I'm mad at this kid. But, even more livid at Ullu....usse kya lagta hai ki voh is stupid bache ko apne ghar me rakhega toh usse Prem ki kami kam mehsoos hogi? And this kid...poor thing...doesn't even realize that not in a thousand lifetimes would even be able to be an ounce of what Prem is.
I feel no need to waste my time on Rishab, so lets just skip to the Ullu leaves the hospital scene.
Prem, the obligatory son, knowing his father wants nothing to do with him, goes to the hospital, to see his bauji. (Vaise how did Prem, on that deserted road, learn of his bauji's accident? Was it just me or did it look as though the two just happened to be passing by the hospital?)
Seeing his father leaving the hospital hurt was another blow for Prem. Another reason to feel guilty. There was a time when Prem was the one who omitted all of his father's problems...and today, Prem himself was causing the problems...Prem himself was the problem. The thought of this only validated Prem's own pain and suffering. Upon Heer's request, he refused to pull himself together. In his eyes, he deserved the torture he was enduring. Just loved Heer's giving hausla to Prem here...She has indeed transformed in her love for Prem...
Loved the scene of the two walking by each other...kadam se kadam milake...humkadam ban ke...ek duje ka saath nibhate hue. Loved the effect of the Proposal flashback here..."yeh hamari zindagi hai. isse hum savarenge." Loved how just then, Heer slowly rested her supportive hand on Prem's shoulder. Loved the flashback of Heer placing that jhalla on Prem's finger...and loved how just after that, she pulls him away from an oncoming car. Loved the metaphors. Premeer will always support one another, and always, keep each other safe from harm...because in their love, as the flashbacks suggest, they've vowed to do just that for one another.
Didn't understand or like the son crying for his dead father in the middle of the road. 😕 I mean, yea, I get it...it was yet another blow to Prem, and made Prem think of how he could have lost his father tonight too or that he had indeed no less than killed his father by being the cause of his pain...but, I thought it was completely unnecessary.
Anyway, the only thing I loved about that scene was Heer's reaction to Prem's reaction. She couldn't take the fact that he was blaming himself so much...it was tearing her up inside.
A now even more defeated Prem finds (yet another) bench to sit on (Prem and his sitting on a bench in some anjaan park to cry his heart out...are Prem, ghar bhi toh jaa sakte ho...Heer ki god mein bhi toh sar rakh kar so sakte ho 😉)...as his resistance finally breaks, and he begins to shed his uncontrollable tears, Heer silently kneels next to him, and places her hand on his knee...and as he becomes even more distraught, she takes his hand in hers, wishing she could take away his pain...
Loved the last scene...as they cried together, and support each other equally. Prem silently thanking her for standing by him in his time of need...Heer silently promising to always be there for him, through the good, and the bad.
Loved seeing the two walk hand in hand in the end...first, he's just holding her pinky...and then, proceeds to take her entire hand in his, and hold it tight...as they walk together, side by side..as they are meant to do.
Love that Prem, my Prem, THE Prem still lives.
Prem, today, you proved that a war between a son and lover is hard. But that in the end, you can't sacrifice one for the sake of another. I'm glad you will fight for both, my love. And I vow to stand behind you through your battle as you set out to prove that both Can win...and you, will make sure they do.
Wow...was this the longest day of Prem's life or what?
**Disclaimer**
"THE Prem" rights belong fully to Raks...though I repeatedly stated "my The Prem" above, I was in no way attempting to steal "The Prem" from her...though, I'm hoping sooner or later, I might be able to convince her to share him with me...😳
**Not as great of an analysis today as yesteray, as I was in a hurry to finish it...but, it is what it is.**
Love,
Prem Ki Deewani,
~Payal
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