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I am watching Laal Ishq for the umpteenth time. I don't think there is anything more left for me to say, about the brilliant piece of art that it was. So let me talk about something that struck me much, much more than the dance itself. And that is saying something!
A few months ago, there was a certain Swayam Shekhawat. Madly in love, innocent passion and sincerity oozing even from the very way he looked at the object of his devotion, his lady love Sharon. But there was one thing that was always lacking in him though - a surity and confidence, about his rights on this girl he valued more than all goddesses put together. He never knew if he could pull her back if she pushed him away. He never felt himself worthy enough to beckon her back if she turned away. The asthma-breakup is one shining example of this fact. If she said it's over, it is supposed to be over. I am no one to question her. Her wish really was his command.
Things really have changed.
He confidently stops her when she tries to walk away, putting her arms on his chest, knowing she won't pull away.
As she moves away from him, he goes after her, stops her with a hug, and they lie there, lost in their mutual bliss.
As she turns away her face, he holds her back with all the authority in the world.
His mighty hands pull her back as she runs away, YANKING her back by her hair when she tries again.
He goes after his blushing love, never for a second doubting the fact that she wants him there too.
Swayam Shekhawat doesn't doubt himself any more. He doesn't have to - Sharon has seen to it. He knows that Sharon Raiprakash is HIS - and his alone. And the moment she pushes him away, he knows now not to let her have her way. What he would have once thought sinful towards Sharon, he now knows as his right.
Sharon, the ever dominating diva, now knows how to take another's lead. She trusts HER Swayam so much so that all her false pretenses of boundaries, crumble down at his one gaze.
Vrushika Mehta, thank you for being our 'Laila-Diva'. For giving us the Sharon who melts down and surrenders her everything in front of her love - HER loverboy, and him alone.
Shantanu Maheshwari, I don't have words. The script could be loosely built, the plot downright lame. But your expressions, those subtle smiles - they speak of a million untold stories. Stories of swaRon, that perhaps the makers forgot to show us - those stories of Swayam and Sharon, that are perhaps theirs alone. Perhaps you tell us of tales that are much more than what the story writers intended for you.
Macedon, thank you for bring the unseen magician behind our beloved SwaRon/VruShan dances, alongside Shantanu.
And VruShan, you are perfection.😳
A few months ago, there was a certain Swayam Shekhawat. Madly in love, innocent passion and sincerity oozing even from the very way he looked at the object of his devotion, his lady love Sharon. But there was one thing that was always lacking in him though - a surity and confidence, about his rights on this girl he valued more than all goddesses put together. He never knew if he could pull her back if she pushed him away. He never felt himself worthy enough to beckon her back if she turned away. The asthma-breakup is one shining example of this fact. If she said it's over, it is supposed to be over. I am no one to question her. Her wish really was his command.
Things really have changed.
He confidently stops her when she tries to walk away, putting her arms on his chest, knowing she won't pull away.
As she moves away from him, he goes after her, stops her with a hug, and they lie there, lost in their mutual bliss.
As she turns away her face, he holds her back with all the authority in the world.
His mighty hands pull her back as she runs away, YANKING her back by her hair when she tries again.
He goes after his blushing love, never for a second doubting the fact that she wants him there too.
Swayam Shekhawat doesn't doubt himself any more. He doesn't have to - Sharon has seen to it. He knows that Sharon Raiprakash is HIS - and his alone. And the moment she pushes him away, he knows now not to let her have her way. What he would have once thought sinful towards Sharon, he now knows as his right.
Sharon, the ever dominating diva, now knows how to take another's lead. She trusts HER Swayam so much so that all her false pretenses of boundaries, crumble down at his one gaze.
Vrushika Mehta, thank you for being our 'Laila-Diva'. For giving us the Sharon who melts down and surrenders her everything in front of her love - HER loverboy, and him alone.
Shantanu Maheshwari, I don't have words. The script could be loosely built, the plot downright lame. But your expressions, those subtle smiles - they speak of a million untold stories. Stories of swaRon, that perhaps the makers forgot to show us - those stories of Swayam and Sharon, that are perhaps theirs alone. Perhaps you tell us of tales that are much more than what the story writers intended for you.
Macedon, thank you for bring the unseen magician behind our beloved SwaRon/VruShan dances, alongside Shantanu.
And VruShan, you are perfection.😳
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