RangRasiya Creativity missing a Woman's touch - Page 18

Originally posted by: current

Can I add another perspective here..

The premise is a love story ..that is what RR is

so in indian telly soaps ..

Either two people adore one another...which is really boring..

Two people hate each other with a vengence but circumstances have brought them together...hmmm more interesting because the promise of making up..of gearing up for a purpose...I for one find the love based on hate more interesting because the protagonists are more evenly balanced..takkar ki hain...but here there is a fine line where RR crossed ..where things start getting ugly...there is force..and the right for supremacy..the right to prove a point..

Now here we have a lop sided love sided love story..one is in love and the other is not..

so if the female is in hero worship of the man..the chase is still there but resilience or persistance or preserverance of purpose takes many forms ..what may passive to some..or regressive..or disconnected..may be a sense of purpose to others...

The core point is to drive the story forward..and this is where we are at, the chase is what keeps me glued and the day it is over I am done..

Just wanted to get this off my chest...as I said before and a lot of other people have too that there is nothing new or different we have seen before.

wooo..your DP... Elizabeth Gaskell's John Thornton...from North and South.😉


Yes the core point is to drive the story forward and the chase is what keeps us glued. Thats why most of the serials blunder after both protagonists bury their hatchets.

I've been reading all the posts here with great interest. It's refreshing to see different points of view with out anyone being argumentative. But reading these diverse posts brought up a question. There are quite a few people here who seem very upset/bothered by many aspects of the show. My question is if there are so many things about RR that upsets you, what about the show keeps you watching? Is it a hope that the show will improve? You watch for Sanaya and/ or Ashish? This is the best of the worst and you want to watch a desi show? 😊

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@ gangaparakash ...Yes my berry own Mr Thornton...🤣

Originally posted by: current

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I want to turn my mind off, and just...drift. I want to see for those 20 minutes of mindless TV, how the other half lives.

But then I watch these shows.

There but for the grace of God, goes me. In a chunri down to my eyes, responding to Bhabbo's every whim, caring about Ahem Dikra's green tea and wooden face, getting my wrist maarao-fied by handsome hunks with fashion houses/Army uniforms. That is the alternate fantasy world where these things can happen to the heroine as I watch, things I would respond to with a kick in the pants, 911 or a swift phone-call to my barracuda lawyer. If I was Khushi I would have owned AR Fashions after that window drop by the CEO. If I was Paro, Rudra would be in the news so fast for Guantanamo level abuse the BSD wouldn't see what hit em. If I was Sandhya, Bhabbo would be under a tombstone and just a sad memorial service once a year. If. If. But thank god--I'm not.

Because the characters are not wish fulfillment, or identifiable females, so much as awed awareness of the other side of the coin. The coin I am not on, and nor are you. And they should stay that way. They should stay opaque, they should stay fantasies. Because you cannot see these women, with these impossible lives and unreal faces and fortunes, these unreal MEN, and not feel--that cannot be real. Their reality is so uch more amazing, and so much more devastating that real life is, or should be. Loss, heartbreak, cruelty. Moments of manic happiness, interspersed with crazy pain. So, the more UNREAL, the better. And they don't have to show me reality. Because the real world would result in Paro being raped in that BSD stronghold, Khushi would have broken her back from that fall,and Sandhya would have filed for, and won, a landmark case for domestic abuse. Thats real.


I would love to be Parvati, with that hot Rudra after me. If I was, if I was..


But I'm not. Thank the good God and pass the popcorn.

Originally posted by: napstermonster

Every women who's posted on this thread happens to be someone I have respect and even affection for--so I debated whether to respond with what would be very much a TRP Aunty style response--But here it is, from the heart. Here I go, taking a lot on the theory that my credit might survive the brickbats coming my way--

I'm TIRED. Not emotionally, but physically-- I literally mean I am tired at the end of the day. I spend all day, every day BEING a woman who is real and flawed and vulnerable and strong. I am, as you put it, (beautifully, and passionately, I might add) a young woman who works, who studies, who creates, who make her career, who laughs and cries, who fights and survives, jokes and jells, who runs offices and homes and governments and nations. I do all that (well, not the govt/nation stuff, but I work as a lecturer (hugely junior) at a University, so I'm helping, I hope!). But you see, I DO all that. And I like to think that I'm smart and educated and a good friend and a good wife and sister and mentor and ALL THE GOOD stuff. And I'm tired.


I want to turn my mind off, and just...drift. I want to see for those 20 minutes of mindless TV, how the other half lives. The women who have to live with crazy in laws, who think their husbands are literally gods and not just really cute, but normal men we trapped with our humor and hot high heels. Our husbands are not God incarnates, but normal guys with jobs and a career, with man-scaped stubble that doesn't look so dashing so much as it itches, who watches cricket and soccer AT THE SAME TIME and eats pasta with their hands. True story.

But then I watch these shows.

There but for the grace of God, goes me. In a chunri down to my eyes, responding to Bhabbo's every whim, caring about Ahem Dikra's green tea and wooden face, getting my wrist maarao-fied by handsome hunks with fashion houses/Army uniforms. That is the alternate fantasy world where these things can happen to the heroine as I watch, things I would respond to with a kick in the pants, 911 or a swift phone-call to my barracuda lawyer. If I was Khushi I would have owned AR Fashions after that window drop by the CEO. If I was Paro, Rudra would be in the news so fast for Guantanamo level abuse the BSD wouldn't see what hit em. If I was Sandhya, Bhabbo would be under a tombstone and just a sad memorial service once a year. If. If. But thank god--I'm not.

Because the characters are not wish fulfillment, or identifiable females, so much as awed awareness of the other side of the coin. The coin I am not on, and nor are you. And they should stay that way. They should stay opaque, they should stay fantasies. Because you cannot see these women, with these impossible lives and unreal faces and fortunes, these unreal MEN, and not feel--that cannot be real. Their reality is so uch more amazing, and so much more devastating that real life is, or should be. Loss, heartbreak, cruelty. Moments of manic happiness, interspersed with crazy pain. So, the more UNREAL, the better. And they don't have to show me reality. Because the real world would result in Paro being raped in that BSD stronghold, Khushi would have broken her back from that fall,and Sandhya would have filed for, and won, a landmark case for domestic abuse. Thats real.


If there are susceptible girls watching this I hope to god their first experience out of the house and away from the high school cafeteria is safe and secure. But they need to understand the reality of men, so they can deal with stupid expectations that comes from serials, Twilight and their grandmothers. They will get a few knocks, and learn, like the rest of us had to, about the real world. I cannot protect them, beyond warning them. I wish I could, and I'd tell anyone reading this--be smart, baisa. And talk to an ADULT before you accept that guy's internet profile/meeting.


But for myself-I'm tired Baisa. And while my literary-bent mind cannot stop the analysis, imagining and creating stories for these people, that is, also, weirdly, how I relax. And the main way I relax is by accepting that Paro onscreen will do things that go beyond understanding. I can grope my way to some resemblance of a character study. I can create my own. but I am not her, I cannot identify with her. I would love to be Parvati, with that hot Rudra after me. If I was, if I was..


But I'm not. Thank the good God and pass the popcorn.

This baisa is the best defense i have seen on this forum. Yes we do watch for that "whaaattt!!!!" factor in the serial thats what the promos and precaps do to pull the audience. We want a release from this mental and physical tiredness in this world.

As you also said in your words "And while my literary-bent mind cannot stop the analysis, imagining and creating stories for these people, that is, also, weirdly, how I relax."
people have different way of relaxing. ...I have a penchant with analyzing the episode, books sometimes, lyrics, I analyze my reaction before I analyses the peace before me.

😉 Thanks can I have some of that popcorn. here anybody else wants to dig in?

Originally posted by: napstermonster

Every women who's posted on this thread happens to be someone I have respect and even affection for--so I debated whether to respond with what would be very much a TRP Aunty style response--But here it is, from the heart. Here I go, taking a lot on the theory that my credit might survive the brickbats coming my way--

I'm TIRED. Not emotionally, but physically-- I literally mean I am tired at the end of the day. I spend all day, every day BEING a woman who is real and flawed and vulnerable and strong. I am, as you put it, (beautifully, and passionately, I might add) a young woman who works, who studies, who creates, who make her career, who laughs and cries, who fights and survives, jokes and jells, who runs offices and homes and governments and nations. I do all that (well, not the govt/nation stuff, but I work as a lecturer (hugely junior) at a University, so I'm helping, I hope!). But you see, I DO all that. And I like to think that I'm smart and educated and a good friend and a good wife and sister and mentor and ALL THE GOOD stuff. And I'm tired.


I want to turn my mind off, and just...drift. I want to see for those 20 minutes of mindless TV, how the other half lives. The women who have to live with crazy in laws, who think their husbands are literally gods and not just really cute, but normal men we trapped with our humor and hot high heels. Our husbands are not God incarnates, but normal guys with jobs and a career, with man-scaped stubble that doesn't look so dashing so much as it itches, who watches cricket and soccer AT THE SAME TIME and eats pasta with their hands. True story.

But then I watch these shows.

There but for the grace of God, goes me. In a chunri down to my eyes, responding to Bhabbo's every whim, caring about Ahem Dikra's green tea and wooden face, getting my wrist maarao-fied by handsome hunks with fashion houses/Army uniforms. That is the alternate fantasy world where these things can happen to the heroine as I watch, things I would respond to with a kick in the pants, 911 or a swift phone-call to my barracuda lawyer. If I was Khushi I would have owned AR Fashions after that window drop by the CEO. If I was Paro, Rudra would be in the news so fast for Guantanamo level abuse the BSD wouldn't see what hit em. If I was Sandhya, Bhabbo would be under a tombstone and just a sad memorial service once a year. If. If. But thank god--I'm not.

Because the characters are not wish fulfillment, or identifiable females, so much as awed awareness of the other side of the coin. The coin I am not on, and nor are you. And they should stay that way. They should stay opaque, they should stay fantasies. Because you cannot see these women, with these impossible lives and unreal faces and fortunes, these unreal MEN, and not feel--that cannot be real. Their reality is so uch more amazing, and so much more devastating that real life is, or should be. Loss, heartbreak, cruelty. Moments of manic happiness, interspersed with crazy pain. So, the more UNREAL, the better. And they don't have to show me reality. Because the real world would result in Paro being raped in that BSD stronghold, Khushi would have broken her back from that fall,and Sandhya would have filed for, and won, a landmark case for domestic abuse. Thats real.


If there are susceptible girls watching this I hope to god their first experience out of the house and away from the high school cafeteria is safe and secure. But they need to understand the reality of men, so they can deal with stupid expectations that comes from serials, Twilight and their grandmothers. They will get a few knocks, and learn, like the rest of us had to, about the real world. I cannot protect them, beyond warning them. I wish I could, and I'd tell anyone reading this--be smart, baisa. And talk to an ADULT before you accept that guy's internet profile/meeting.


But for myself-I'm tired Baisa. And while my literary-bent mind cannot stop the analysis, imagining and creating stories for these people, that is, also, weirdly, how I relax. And the main way I relax is by accepting that Paro onscreen will do things that go beyond understanding. I can grope my way to some resemblance of a character study. I can create my own. but I am not her, I cannot identify with her. I would love to be Parvati, with that hot Rudra after me. If I was, if I was..


But I'm not. Thank the good God and pass the popcorn.

Originally posted by: Suni

I've been reading all the posts here with great interest. It's refreshing to see different points of view with out anyone being argumentative. But reading these diverse posts brought up a question. There are quite a few people here who seem very upset/bothered by many aspects of the show. My question is if there are so many things about RR that upsets you, what about the show keeps you watching? Is it a hope that the show will improve? You watch for Sanaya and/ or Ashish? This is the best of the worst and you want to watch a desi show? 😊

This happened to me with IPK - I really hated everything about the 1st wedding and the hero's behavior afterwords (a lot of his behavior before too- dropping her from the 1st floor anyone!) but continued watching for quite sometime because I really liked Sanaya and the chemistry between the leads. After the hero disappeared for 11/30/50 or whatever days and became a sanyasi with the long hair (what to do, I'm shallow 😃), I only watched intermittently.