Blast from the Past Thread #25 ** Abducted Dreams ** p 129, ep 257 - Page 49

Originally posted by: Horizon

I was watching the Janmastami episodes few days ago. As ASR and Khushi inadvertently tried to save the fluttering diya from quenching, it almost looked symbolic of their efforts to save Anjali's marriage each for their own reasons. While their mutual pain is palpable, it was terribly disappointing how Khushi or the Gupta family never really retrospectively regretted what they did. ASR unilaterally coerced her into marriage where as Guptas unilaterally kept a truth to themselves that belonged so dearly to the Raizadas. Efforts were put on to sweep a malignant truth under the carpet.. but as they say truth is like fire.. it will set ablaze everyone , everything that comes in the way...but it will prevail.. so will love.. and it did!!

A few thoughts while watching that scene..

(this may belong to a different thread discussing that episode.. sorry to post here)

Anjali

Her name reflected a divine offering

Warm are her ways that pulls one's strings

Alas she seems typhlotic to the darkness near around

As she worships a wanton to be her king

Arnav and Khushi

An errant wind blew.. the sacred lamp flicked..

Their hands rose to shield its sheen

One misconstruing the sweeping malice of the gale

The other blinded in love.. swindled by a chicane

Rattled by the tempest

Either set out to shelter a secret

The guardian angels inside reigned over their prudence

Not cerebrating any collateral ruins

Inside.. their reasons galore

She couldn't let sun set on her ocean

He couldn't hear her name from another man

Unilateral decisions made.. no one saving their hearts from above

when was it easy to be in love??

Originally posted by: indi52

horizon,

that diya sheltering reminds you of the two trying to save anjali's marriage... lovely. or is it really her illusion they both think they can save.

beautiful poem. the tragedy of this whole thing at one level does have the intensity of poetry really. it seems to cry out to be said in telling verse.

typhlotic 👏 👏 just learned the word. anjali often reminded me, and i am sure others, of gandhari...one who had decided she would not see. there was a complex enough girl there but something wouldn't let her see when it came to her "king".

there is something completely unconscionable about the way the guptas hid the truth... something so deeply unfair. and khushi not telling asr could only be considered a mistake and forgiven because she is human, not because on ebought into the argument that she is trying to save anjali's marriage. in fact, again, this is khushi... only 19ish, who goes forth and says what she thinks is right. a little weak the plot around her silence.

and the truth did set fire...

was wonderful to read these lines first thing in the morning. and doesn't everything ipk belong to all the threads? 😆

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Indi Di! Maarning Maarning ma idhar wa!😊

I was thinking of something you had mentioned in one of your posts. How inspite of his hurtful words and actions, khushi still drifted towards him. She got him, inspite of her young age and inexperience. Indulgent I feel, as if he's this big baby she had to humor at times! A part of her enjoyed the laadgovernor's nakhras. What they did to this girl, sacrilegious!

There is no doubt the whole gupta family hiding was wrong. They wanted this young girl to handle it, inspite of the fact they bullied her into a relationship. I think the way that was handled was wrong on many fronts. Khushi's character butchering started here I feel.

Originally posted by: kizh72

hello, good maarning sharning,

that whole setting up of misunderstanding was a bit off... not very cleverly handled. up to a point, not mentioning to the raizadas, i can get... especially in our world, where so many truths are nicely kept away in the name of being circumspect, etc. plus that whole payal akash thing made maters more complicated. though in a lovely way payal insisted on the truth. this interesting character also was completely lost soon enough.

khushi had gone one day, all set to tell someone at rm about it, but the mangalsutra snapped, she saw a hysterical anjali and decided not to say a thing.

at the stunning poolside scene when she had just found out about shyam, and was completely horrified, shattered, she almost told asr, then held back, thinking of his sister, and his love for her.

all that i can take and feels human, a person in a quandary.

but as things moved forward and shyam never showed any signs of backing away... how come she did not think she had to do something about it... this man is vile... as asr said, why did you not say a thing, why did you let my sister worship this man...

curiously, every word he says rings valid...

and the night of the terrace? after that long and sickening encounter with shyam, she went to her sister? she thought of asr much later.. and then decided, no need to open her mouth... huh? why?

and this mind you is the girl who jumped onto a scooter to go meet a man she doesn't know, just a short while before he will marry her sister... and persuade him to talk to his mother about dahej.

something in the story telling doesn't add up.

never did.

ah well. actually in plays and novels, plots have often been a bit flimsy, even in the famous ones, the classics... but here this not getting khushi as a character was sad.

i don't say we should have an always correct girl, in fact mistakes are fine, just fine... but how she deals with them later... that did not feel khushi. that felt like some achhi ladki/bahu of channel, a person who doesn't really exist and is perennially delusional, wrapped in ahaze of being and doing "good" to a point you are giddy with the goodness and want to run and fall at the feet of some vamp sort... which also interetingly enough is provided by the tale... without tv serial bad girls where would the good girls be... and no matter how terrible and unreal the bad girls may be and how bizarre their make up, and clothes you can breathe around them, laugh a bit...

asr's frailty makes him magnificent. khushi's supposed righteousness makes her flat somehow.

i remember when we watched it the first time, a lot of hoohaa about asr and how could he!!!! but a strange silence about khushi's actions. or rather lack of correct action.

really, i would think, we women are that above it all, huh! 😆

all of this would have been solved if they had one... just one scene, where khushi introspects... and maybe indicates in her way to him, that not telling him was not right... because apart from everything else, he matters to her so much. and she should have trusted him...

mujhe batana zaroori nahin samjha... that was the lead. when he is away, she might have had a flashback and then talked to herself as she often does.

ek baar, sirf ekbaar 😆 if she had.

oh and many felt he need not have apologised to her later... but my take... he is asr, he seeks right action... sahi. he knows he is galat. he will do something about it. felt right. bas.

Edited by indi52 - 11 years ago

Originally posted by: Horizon

I was watching the Janmastami episodes few days ago. As ASR and Khushi inadvertently tried to save the fluttering diya from quenching, it almost looked symbolic of their efforts to save Anjali's marriage each for their own reasons. While their mutual pain is palpable, it was terribly disappointing how Khushi or the Gupta family never really retrospectively regretted what they did. ASR unilaterally coerced her into marriage where as Guptas unilaterally kept a truth to themselves that belonged so dearly to the Raizadas. Efforts were put on to sweep a malignant truth under the carpet.. but as they say truth is like fire.. it will set ablaze everyone , everything that comes in the way...but it will prevail.. so will love.. and it did!!

A few thoughts while watching that scene..

(this may belong to a different thread discussing that episode.. sorry to post here)

Anjali

Her name reflected a divine offering

Warm are her ways that pulls one's strings

Alas she seems typhlotic to the darkness near around

As she worships a wanton to be her king

Arnav and Khushi

An errant wind blew.. the sacred lamp flicked..

Their hands rose to shield its sheen

One misconstruing the sweeping malice of the gale

The other blinded in love.. swindled by a chicane

Rattled by the tempest

Either set out to shelter a secret

The guardian angels inside reigned over their prudence

Not cerebrating any collateral ruins

Inside.. their reasons galore

She couldn't let sun set on her ocean

He couldn't hear her name from another man

Unilateral decisions made.. no one saving their hearts from above

when was it easy to be in love??

Originally posted by: indi52

You are absolutely right indi di. The beauty of ASR is you saw and felt his remorse. Like I mentioned in my earlier post, what they (as in CVs/Channel) did to khushi was unpardonable. I got how she couldn't tell Anjali after the mangalsutra fiasco. So also the issue with payal's wedding being called off. Khushi to start with was his kindred spirit in many ways. That's why she got him,I feel. That indulgence! She would've done what is right. But I think all that emotional battering she faced after the first wedding fiasco and then again with the shyam engagement, that calling forth the need to show her gratefulness, did her in. I feel for this girl, even though fictional! Being a girl, and an orphan on top of it, not easy in many ways. An opportunity squandered to show a beautiful character.

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 248

Do you see how he looks at her? Can this be acting by..like you often say.. an untrained actor?

indu,

thanks for that "phenk do". one of my can't think moments of ipk... and him walking, long loping strides as maula maula maula mere words pour over the scene which is almost movie like... the frolicking happy khushi, youthful leapy in white with diaphanous dupatta, engaging with the environment, giggly and animated... the tall, dour, dark stranger aloof from everything, older than his years, in black dense material, eyes inert, completely at odds with the environment, avoiding all contact and yet in command of it all. on a big screen i imagine this entrance into the dargah... and really maybe some day. inshaallah Indi di.. your words transport me back to that dargah.. amazingly shot sequence.. and that white dupatta caressing his face.. and how very beautiful both looked.

i can watch that walk forever i remember writing when we first saw this episode on blast.

i am frankly finding it really hard to bear that next week onward, he is hardly going to be around... once again, gone. hum bhi dammit.. already feeling grumpy and irritated..

yes, that background music was moving and had a sense of something momentous in it. played again and again in the beginning. must look out, maybe it comes up again...

back to the girl in white and the man in black. something untouched about them, isn't there? he walks stiffly as he did in the initial episodes, well not that jerky, but still stiff. he has not yet got his modulations worked out perfectly, just getting into the role, but i found all of it perfect. raw... real. and despite all flaws, you couldn't look away. he looked so much younger and disconnected from everyone around him. recluse. untouched by the world. withdrawn, tangled in his past. In a way it worked really because once Khushi enters his life he becomes more alive from the very beginning. in the present. not a mere memory of a painful past.

he makes contact.

so does she.

with me. and your words make contact with me. har baar.

curious, we speak of this episode now. there they met for the first time under the open skies, standing on bare ground and confronted what they had no idea, the key was just an excuse...

and today again, a confrontation standing on bare ground, between heaven and earth. confronting one of the toughest things we ever have to face, a feeling for someone that is bigger than us. the incident on the terrace is just an excuse.

i look at how their eyes have changed, their body language... the growth of a relationship between two bookends.

i see she flinches at the memory of a pearl dori being ripped... in her mind that barrier has been crossed, now when she thinks of him, it's the kiss, it's a streak of sindoor. lovely thought..

on the bridge she also flinched, at the shutting of the door. and now she will try what she can to open that door and we know she will succeed. a streak of violence in their interaction always... gashes, wounds... through which a feeling could enter and grow.

aap aise jaa nahin sakte.

here was the first time she said it... and next monday we'll hear that again...

how many times i have said it after how many fights.

phenk do, he had told her. today he looked like he tried very hard to throw the key away because everything hurt too damn much. with his insulting throw you away words... i know it is hard to walk away from being mrs arnav singh raizada. he used to hurt for a different reason then, but now it's cause is another... and a door has been opened that he might never be able to lock and throw the key away of. and maybe in her completely inspired reaction to that insult... she gathered the key and went and sat next to him.

indu, thanks for that trigger. i decided to point the gun at me and pull it.


a few more thoughts...

love the collage ⭐️

as they get into mortal combat mode, a desperate air in this rather unpretty spot. and there shooting at the kind of time when natural light is not making the shots more intersting in any way... everything is too bright. but all that doesn't matter, it's only about the acting really for me. the untrammeled intensity and sense of freefall in the air. I actually liked them outside. realised that gupta house had started to feel stifling really. and we got wide open shots which were a treat.

not freefall... skyfall. yes, a sheer complete plummet. as voices rise and fly, as expressions are pushed up. a dizzying, stomach emptying fall... everything is ending.

"khushi, tumhari himmat kaise hui..." how dare you, khushi...

"nahin hui... uss raat bhi nahin hui thi, lekin shayad humey himmat karni chahiye thi...taki cheekhke chillake kissi bhi tarah sacchai aapki kano tak pahunche..." i didn't dare, maybe i should have, that night i would have screamed and shouted and made you hear the truth.

"yeah, right... sach!" voice flies. ooh nice adjective ..is that a adjective in this context?

"jee haan, sach!" yes, the truth, sir! she shot back, no fear... woh sach jisse aap meelon dor hai..." that truth from which you are miles away.

nice delivery... crisp angry... not mopey. the girl who makes jalebi when she is mad at the world is here.

ek baar ek baar aap humse poochkar toh dekhte..

if only you had asked me once, just once. she is leaning toward him, an urgency t tell him the truth. shyam ji fooled us... tricked all into believing he is not shadi shuda. I didn't notice this.

instantly a response from her opponent. she tells him all. about shyam's deception and the situation i which she got engaged. asr responds to every inflection, every "sach"... percussions keep track. she finishes vehemently stating she'd rather die than have shyam's name associated with hers.

asr stands looking at her and then asks, had i asked you that night would you have told me?

she replies, of course she would have, but he was in such a rush to get married.

he so so wants to believe this. it's in his eyes, his stance, his need is palpable. he comes close, but alas his mind, his dimag has a memory imprinted. chap gaya hai dimaag par... mit nahin sakta.

it is not erasable.

his eyes lose focus, when they come back to her face, the anger is back, the music, the mayhem... just for a few short seconds the temptation to believe... to feel with his heart not think with his head...

soft husky voice, "tumhe kya laga..." what did you think, if you had told me that night i'd have believed you with my eyes closed?

she knows, it's over.

i have never seen anyone clap with one hand, i believe what i have seen and heard, i have heard you say this and i have seen you... tum dono ko ek saath... agony enters his voice... ek doosre ki baahon mein... "baahon" seemed to fall away. how well he enacted this scene. never over the top. yet emotions out of control.

sanaya did most of her close ups with a double, i have a feeling had he been there, we would have seen a more arresting performance.

as he felt his life almost ebb away at the thought of the two in each others arms, he came back with renewed ire and a pretty darn good question: yeah, if you are so sachi and shyam so bura, why have you not tried even once to tell me the truth... why did you let my di worship that man like god...

got to love this mind. valid, pertinent question.

"chilla chillakar kyun shyam ki asliyat sabko nahin bata hai..."why didn't you scream out to all who this man really is?

he asks this because he would. but she didn't. different personalities, different compulsions.

"mujhe kuch batane ki koshish kyun nahin ki?" why didn't you try to tell me? again and again he says how much it matters to him to matter to her.

she is in a qaundary. why didn't you tell me, khushi... khushi, i am talking to you... answer me, dammit, main kuch poochh raha hoon.

he can't stay away and disconnected any more... he so damn well wants to believe... struggling with his dimag, wanting to give dil a chance... astonishing progress in asr... would he have wasted so much time if it were anyone else? but here, he hopes somewhere, in some corner of his mind that what he saw was not true. maybe he even suspected it, but prisoner as he is to that past of his, the belief that women are dangerous, pretty girls from not so wealthy backgrounds trap men and ruin lives... life's little irony again, that is exactly the profile of the girl that he adores. adore.. nice word.. really such a sweet tender emotion overwhelms his heart where this girl is concerned. There is love, passion, anger even, respect, but you remember the first glimpse of smile and you just know it right then and there that here is a man who adores this girl.

he lunges forward and holds her face in his hands, his body arched toward her and almost begs her to make this truth go away. in almost tender tones, anger coated he says, why, khushi, why... you who always speak so much, why are you silent?

lovely words: kyun, khushi kyun... tum jo hamesha itni baate karti ho woh aaj itni chup kaise rah sakti ho.

good catch, writer...

"tum jiske paas har sawal ka jawab hota hai woh kuch bol kyun nahin rahi hai?" you who has the answer to every question why are you not saying anything?

a very vulnerable man on a hot and bothered and killing bridge. holding his wife's face, looking into her eyes.

the first time i saw, i thought this is where the famous mu would end. I don't remember what I thought. perhaps wasn't even thinking..

she started talking, she said nothing because even one word from her would have wrecked his di's life. the one he loves so much...

it did sound like a lame excuse... and after what he'd said, she didn't bother to understand or apologise for not trusting, instead a self righteous tone of voice.

he does not believe... no more stories, he retorted blocking her out.

"chap gaya mere dimaag mein woh pal... jab maine tumhe aur..."

Indi di you captures a whole rainbow of emotions here..

he can't say it another time.

"ab nahin mit sakta."

it is over.

you saw what you wanted to see... she starts again.

he reels away from her in anger, in fury... enough! bakwas band karo.

aggression wildly rising he threatens her and then, hurting madly within, reaches out to draw blood.

"main achhi tarah samajh sakta hoon ki mrs arnav sing raizada banke jo paisa, aaram aur shaan milta hai usse jaane dena..."

ohhho ho.. he is hurting, he is nastier and nastier...

low and husky and insulting, "koi pagal hi hoga jo isse chhor dega..."

rabba ve... beautiful beautiful beautiful

this is love, in its most red form.

redder than even desire.

a full crane or trolley or whatever shot, two contenders two lovers two gladiators on a bridge. who will slay whom.

and he walks away. a tear falls. again she starts when she hears the door. she wipes her tear and goes home with him. how simple you phrase this sentence and how heart breaking it comes across

everything is horribly tense naturally now. khushi is fretting. asr is cut off from everything, imploding.

a beautiful scene as khushi stands in her room, holding the dress that she had been wearing as the truth came out. an avalanche of thoughts, and a realisation... very nice understanding of this moment. the dress brings back memory. just like the perls he held long ago in his hand.

"unhen hum par vishwas karna hi hoga... hum aise nahin jee sakte... yeh jaankar ke... unke soch humare baare mein itni..." he must believe her... she can't live like this... knowing... this is what he thinks of her.

what he had asked her in many ways... don't i matter to you, she answered that really here... you matter to me too too much, i can't live if this is what you think of me.

there was really no need to name this love. in the

now the suv is gone, soon barun will go away too, and everyone is getting ready for that. 😭

adele singing skyfall, a misunderstanding soars and sings its own mad song.

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Originally posted by: aarwen

wonderful take Indi di..and wonderful reading of the moments.. sadness and fury both.. skyfall.. we did hold our breath, felt the earth move and heard our hearts burst again..it surely did feel like the end . But in this fight they are more connected in many ways than they have been since quite a long time, I am getting the feeling after reading today.. fights achche hote hai like the add says .. just they went back home and we sort of fell back into reality from something extraordinary.

And that paragraph about the dargah.. do remember to copy that into your take when we rewatch..but then again you will have some inspired writing for that when the time comes.. and I am convinced I will not be able to write anything about these old episodes because your words chap gaya hai mann me.. those words are what I use to think of the episode in my mind.

lots of green and pink above..

And thank you for reading my 248. So you think I have that understanding of this capricious thing we ended up giving the name of love? Have to tell my husband this 😆 . But IPK does manage to bring out such a personal profound response from us doesn't it? Art.. classic.. yes it is a show and anyone not seen it will prabably be convinced we are crazy but really something inspiring about the heights of emotions it can bring out in us. Felt good to know that you agreed about Khushi not telling Arnavji and also how weak it felt to have her approach Shyam. Thank you again!

Originally posted by: kizh72

Between the two of you and your caps, I'll be done! Skyfall, ha! Another Adele song I can think of, 'some one like you'. I was one of the "how can you have a blond Bond brigade?'!!!! Saw casino royale and I've been singing a different tune ever since. Mr. Craig has oodles of a certain thing!!!!😉

I've been reading Indi di's takes and watching some of the post diwali episodes. To get a character like Lavanya is indeed something. I'm glad they didn't do a khushi on her. I'm completely with you on how wrong it was for her to approach shyam, well, the butchering had already been done by then I guess. Watching 124, that phonecall from shyam to khushi about the missing ring, hints of violence. Creeped me out.

Originally posted by: aarwen

Hey Kizh.. Lavanya was really refreshing and interesting.. I somehow got why Arnav would have liked her as his girlfriend. The direct way she handled naniji who would literally breathe fire on the poor girl.. "Naniji live in ka matlab .." and how she cleared it all up. I bet all the old ladies watching the show must have suddenly realized what the word actually means. 😆 .

Though she never really agreed with any of the traditions naniji and mamiji kept talking about she would always be willing to apologize. In her own special way that was her going above and beyond for ASR. And just one kind act from chamkili was enough to make Lavanya stand by her no matter what. Try and protect her from ASR's gussa. Though even in those days Khushi could take care of herself ..yell at laad governor, fiddle with his car, laptop, phone.. lots of ways to give back.. La also spoke up for Khushi when mamiji was exceptionally nasty. In a short span the creators allowed so much growth in one girl and over the extended span of the show they managed to lose so much in another.

Gradually La started liking her new family so it felt nice to see her stand up for them to her friends. The oo la la dance, such a sense of harmony and craziness there. The girl had evolved so much. And the writers had brought in subtle nuances in the conflicts. There were times ASR would yell at her for not getting office work done and la would have to chose between keeping nani happy or ASR. She had potential to learn both. But they were not meant to be together. naa his heart could only beat for one other.. The mature way they dealt with the break up I thought was unbelievable for a tv show in India. She was so vulnerable when she said she didn't want him to complete what he had come to tell her and strong when she accepted it with so much dignity really. There was a little too much stress on absolving ASR of all guilt but still.. You felt bad for him and her. And yet you knew they had done the right thing.

Originally posted by: indi52

Thanks for reading Indi. Oh surely was an illusion to save her marriage. I may sound absolutely subjective, but asr at least thought of saving it for a specific purpose/ period. but Khushi thought shyam changed for good??!! The basic premise was ofcourse Khushi was only trying to save Anjali's marriage, and yes it was a mistake on her part, but there was NO reflection of what ever sort later on. Its not just about not sharing at that time, but is it too realistic to think of it as an absurdity from a 19 ish girl to take harassments silently? Plot is indeed weak around that..

Gandhari is very apt for Anjlai, willingly blind.. rather reluctant to see...after their parents tragedy perhaps the blatant realism her brother embraced is much befitting than her veil of denial..

you all take an effort to post in appropriate threads, so was just a tad guilty for not doing so..