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

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Mysticaldivine

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Posted: 11 years ago

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My first analysis on this thread..yeas I made it before finishing it

Why???

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Episode Part 246-Part 247

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indi52

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Posted: 11 years ago

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episode 250

husband and wife. beside that appellation given by society, what is there really in those two words? what makes a relationship? what gives it basis, relevance, makes it essential, part of gene and soul... why are you so indispensable to me? because perhaps you are in my memory, embedded.. in frames and visuals i recall with my senses, and in a settling down within my being that is not sensed by anything that can be named. you are just there in me, and i in you. but can such a set of memories come about in a moment? in a month even? who knows... what if the memories started the moment i set eyes on you and you fell into my arms and your lips trembled?

maybe our memories started even before that, who is to know... but here and now, you matter... only you...

why? kyun? i want to ask you angrily, aggressively, flinging your heart and you away from me, yet when i see you sitting forlorn, my head and heart both yank me and say, turn. palat. no this is not something i learnt in a movie, maybe that is what you think since you love movies so much... not a single palat of mine came from a sweet and lovely film. it came from a call within, to not deny my truth, my reality, to look even when i was determined not to, to feel... remember us in the rain? remember us sindoor smeared under the open sky? remember us by the poolside, then too i had turned because i had to...? remember me asking you tumhe faraq kyun padta hai... and you said it did not make a difference... yet you knew and i knew otherwise. remember the day i wanted to speak, baat karni hai... and i couldn't? even that day i turned before i left. every time i wanted to leave, i had to turn...i need to turn, i want to turn.. as i have every time ever since i saw you and a song rose in some part of the universe and insisted i heard.

rabba vey.

you sit there now, and wasn't it a feeling just like this that sunday from another time, when i thought you would be gone... forever. now i insist on leaving, of not being in your world. so why do your eyes ask me to stay... to turn.

but no i won't turn... i want to so much, khushi! but no i won't.

if you don't turn, if you don't hear, how will i live? can't you see? can't you see? you are in every memory of mine too? i should not be running after you, you call me such terrible things. yet i do, can't you see why? please listen to me... if not my words, my heart, perhaps even my soul... how will i live if you think this of me? how will i breathe... why don't you understand. i will sit here and wait for you... no matter how long it takes, no matter how silly i look to all these people around me... i will wait.

i won't understand. i refuse to let you hurt me like this... why? why didn't you tell me before? why are you in another man's arms? do you even know what it does to me... and yet and yet i so want to believe what you say... i so need you, khushi... i just need you...

i will not listen to you though. i don't trust this world it crumbles again and again... i don't care i have my rage, my own gussa, i will survive, i will.

but i won't, can't you see?

there is no longer a separate me and a separate you...

the moment he entered the room, he knew. something was different... the mobile so garish and colourful and irritating, where was it?

where are they??! the walls are bare... her stars aren't there.

and on the far wall no longer does a bare bodied man stand smiling at his wife. "salman khan ka poster bhi gayab?"

he needs her... he has not spoken but at night, in their room, an expectation of her presence... she is here... no matter what no matter why but here... so near.

but she is not there... she has left him bereft, without her not at all stylish additions, her trademark on his space, occupier of heart mind wardrobe. where are you.

enter anger.

"khushi!"

so you did turn. you did. palat. even in anger... that is the power she has over you.

and look at her standing there sadly putting her things away, even though you have cast aspersion on her character... accused her of terrible misdemenour, no shame... told her she is here for you money... yes, asr, she is after your wealth... your heart and being... looks like she has managed to get it too.

now a string has been tied that started with a snapping of it, it got tied even further when you dragged her to you instead of hurling away and thrust a black and gold skein around her neck, you wanted to wring it maybe, but you couldn't... the memories had already started making you husband and wife... with or without society's blessing... pati patni rishta... ordinary sounding two syllable words, yet how they bind you.

he needs order he needs calm and that is with her... though she is a woman of no morals... but with her alone there is peace...

a tense bated anger... he is tired, he is worn out... he needs her... in this room...

"kya kiya tumne room ko..." what have you done to the room.

"isse phirse aapka bana diya..." made it yours again. she is abdicating. no longer will i occupy half your world, you are my entire world and you reject me... what choice do i have now.

he surges toward her... always the ocean, the surf in his movement his rhythm.

"kya zaroorat thi?" what was the need? rough voice, impatience, need, finger jabbing downward.

and again a turn away... unbuttoning waistcoat, such an asr thing this angst expressed on clothes like he is wanting to break free, tear all barriers down... breathe.

he needs calm. and she with him is the only thing that brings it.

"humey laga ki shyayad..." i thought maybe, her halted tone. and suddenly a fabulous out of control spin and reach her... touch. grab her stars and throw. something do something... hurt her if need be. but her eyes say she understands he hurts... and he hurts so much. she is not bothered about anything, just him. shouldn't she be angry and take umbrage? never, khushi knows how to listen to her heart... she has cut through, she can see... and feel. though the words are choked within.

jerk her close, thrust your face into her... tell her you can't live or breathe without her... main aisa hi hoon... i can't handle betrayal, pain, i become an animal almost...

"tum jo chaho jab chaho... badal nahin sakti... d'you get that?" you can't change things whenever you like wherever you like... because you have changed everything anyway and i can't live without this change... don't send my life back to what it was before you... please, don't you see? i need you? but i am asr, main aisa hi hoon? what should i do?

"aur kissne tumhe permission di mere room badlne mein" and who gave you the permission to change my room, i thrust deep.

"kissine bhi nahin, aur yeh baat mujhe aaj pata chala..." no one, and i realised that just today... with one line and break in your voice you slay me. why won't you let me live? sanaya's voice is beautiful, barun's body language is like music, crescendo approaching.

the force and tempo of this movement in love astounding. across two people's interaction a flow of facts and a flow of feelings. the feelings are so real so without any pretense or guile touching and exploding truth, matters little that boss's wives don't wait in common waiting areas or villains don't find their way to the office of the owner so easily nor would someone take such a ridiculous chance... even if they are called shyam and writer makes him say: for his gain he will hack his own leg...

nothing really matters in this episode, yes, payal is a bhoot and shyam and khushi's roles are being stressed as the hero takes leave.

two scenes are just carrying me away with such dexterity and insistence... i really don't need anything else. sorry for this intensely personal writing that moves between account of episode and unaccountable but undeniable thoughts floating through me.

i am no one to you, nobody, this is your room why did i even think i could have a right here... today at last i know i could never have that...

a powerful emotion holds the two together.

they stand there just holding each other... because that was what it was really all about, wasn't it.

he lets his arms drop turning away... stress, pain, written on two faces.

you have accused your wife of sleeping with another man. a wife who is your heartbeat... aisa kyun hota hai...

what's the new drama, khushi...tired tired voice.

"har roz kuchh naya..pahele pati vrata hone ka drama... phir mujhe pareshan karne ka natak... aur aaj kya? bechari hone ka natak..." every day a new drama, first the faithful wife, then the drama of getting after me, and now what? act the hurt innocent one?

you don't look at me... if it hurts you to even look at my face, how much more painful to be surrounded by my things...

rabba vey...

universes turn. and do their own palat.

at the door, he stops her.

"khushi, stop it!!"

just the sliding door creaks, grating... a tense atmosphere in the room...

she will sleep outside, she is determined.

"nahin... aaj hum bahari..."

no arguments, he grabs her...

"ek aur shabd nahin sunna chahta main, na koi explanation, na kuchh aur... ab tum wahi karogi jo main kahunga!" not a word do i want to hear, no explanation, nor anything else... now you will do exactly as i say. you had thrown her out, yet today it breaks your heart that she is even going that way... that night too you hurt, tonight also... same pain... how could she love another? and now she has told you... but you say you don't want to hear. yet something inside seems to have heard and is not letting you do what you always do...

"nahin hum..." no, i... you are adamant. oh he has hurt you... so much.

"khushi, mujhe aur gussa mat dilao, ok?" don't get me more angry, ok? he held her arms and hauled her across the room to the bed... "tum bed par sogi.. and that's final... no arguments...!" you'll sleep on the bed.

and we will be sleepless together.

all that push pull hurl grab scream shout... does she know the power she has over him? like the night of the wedding, the force and fury tonight. but now it is about a husband and a wife... the journey has moved beyond a temple, it is in the bedroom ... and here things get resolved in ways the outside world may never know or understand.

brilliant understanding of all that is human emotion and love in this episode i thought. writing, direction, editing all uff... but without those two actors would anything have been possible.

Edited by indi52 - 11 years ago

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aarwen

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Posted: 11 years ago

#773

Indi di just read your 250. And wanted to reply while the effect was fresh in my mind. I loved it. Don't feel like highlighting lines because it is all beautiful and heartfelt in its entirety. Your writing did full justice to all that was conveyed. Well said..nothing really matters in this episode except these two and their feelings..

The creators understood the heady magical rush of two people falling in love. And they also perfectly understood something more mundane and very difficult to capture. A husband wife fight. The actors made it believable. I have been the one who has dropped down lifeless when in anger my loved one walked away. And I have also been the unreasonable one to walk off after a fight. This impeccable portrayal of how a husband wife's argument plays out is eye opening. And all the while like you said the underlying urgency to remain connected. The absolute inability to be detached. Arnav was hurting her and himself and he knew it but could not be sensible at this moment. You went and understood what was inside their hearts.

Like poetry you described the office scene and their thoughts. Wonderful writing Indi di ❤️! Khushi in the office was a wife in love. Sole focus on her husband. The world did not exist for her. And inspiring to see not a trace of anger. Like you said there should have been umbrage against the unfounded insults. How dare he misunderstand her. But she could care less about anything except him. How vitally important it is to have him believe her. Bridge the distance. Maybe both didn't realize how necessary this closeness was for both their survival.

As she sat waiting and reading your description of it I thought these lines from this wonderful song were befitting our heroine today..

"mohe sudh budh na rahi tan mann ki..ye toh jane duniya sari..

tere naam se ji lun..tere naam se mar jaun..

tune kya kar daala ..ho gayi main.. teri deewani.."

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

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indi52

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Posted: 11 years ago

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rhea,

kailash kher's earthy, soaked in sultry, salty, even a touch of the raunchy... yet sublime, reaching up and in emotion. he was so good for them... even in sainyaa... and oh yes this song here... sudh budh gotta be "kho"ed a bit if you want to do that love thing he he. you seem to know that. and what i thought when i made the mad mistake was de rigueur because hindi movies and mills and boon said so.. drama... actually very much a part of this feeling. the whole damn thing is dramatic, come to think of it. without some crazy leap of faith how to feel so much for someone else? not a given is he... not brother nor father... a new connection not by genes tied... and biology has taught us merely to catch his physical bit and react violently, be attracted... but what is this love? from where... going where... so to those who think love is a sweet calm thing that has two people smiling and agreeing and rockin' and rollin' through life, i wish lots of luck and plunge into the fight next... the only reason the frequency and intensity decreases now and i swear this is true is because of age... neither of us can take it... the whole flex and flinch of emotions... but still, at least once a year a memorable one...

did you just call a husband wife fight a mundane thing? um, not really. 😆

i loved the scenes, i didn't knwo how to write it so i just wrote as i felt it. so glad you liked. thrilled. thank you.

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indi52

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Posted: 11 years ago

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bhun more times the man with the mysteriously attractive not too regular... teeth.

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viv04

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Posted: 11 years ago

#776

@indi 250
An extra magnificent ride through a magnificent episode! Hoo, that made a super fast read! Thank you, thank you & thank you so much!!!

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indi52

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Posted: 11 years ago

#777

^^^

viv,🤗

hi... yay, good to see you here. after a while. hope all good. and thank you for liking that mad rush of mine. it was that kind of an episode.

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Katelyn

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Posted: 11 years ago

#778

Originally posted by: aarwen
Oh I reached 500 posts. in 5 months??!! am talking too much 😲
But my dear friends of BFTP how I enjoy with you all.. 🤗

Rhea, glad you are here with us making the thread more lively!! Congrats!! 🤗

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Katelyn

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Posted: 11 years ago

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Originally posted by: aarwen

Aahh.. real Barun.. Indi di these are gorgeous.. love the background shade..layers in the picture..layers in the man..

Indi, gorgeous edits of our gorgeous man!! 🤢 👏 I'm drooling nonstop these days!! 😳

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Katelyn

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Posted: 11 years ago

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Originally posted by: indi52
thanks, indu, rhea, for liking the first edits after the whole day of crazy excitement. another late night edit... the hand, the eyes, the smile just behind the thoughtful air.