Blast from the Past Thread #25 Extn ** Khushi, I... ** P 119, Ep 274 - Page 41

Episode-257

Khushi is in extreme pique after hearing Shyam's nasty, flirtatious words. He chides rather threatening him she should find the paper. Khushi can guess his subreption; so she recriminates, that the paper is with him. Shyam refutes it confidently and warns her, if the paper is not found it will be bad for both of them. His warning makes her perturbed.

Babli is going back to her boarding school. Payal gives her some gifts and tells her to open it after reaching in the hostel. Babli is still in compunction. She hugs Payal and begs sorry again. Payal tries to alleviate her mood, that she must not feel bad as this secret will be hidden between them forever. Unfortunately Akash overhears it. He also came with Babli's favorite goods. When Akash asks them about their secret, Babli was about to say everything, but Payal retains her. Akash enrages at  Payal, why she is teaching Babli to hide things. Payal tries to make him understand, but he is obstinate, not ready to listen to her and starts to berate her. He even accuses her for not being affable to Babli. What's wrong with this man? Is he a blind, moron!

 Babli gets up on the bed and makes Akash face her.

"Not bhabz, but I had problem with her." she tells her everything how she concocted so many ploys to get Payal scolded. She confesses that she did it out of insecurity. Payal indirectly tells Akash that Mr. A will understand and won't be mad. She is trying to fix thing between Babli and Akash, so that both don't feel low. Akash looks rueful now. He hugs Babli and says sorry to Payal for screaming at her. Payal just lets it go.

 Why he didn't say sorry for her previous misdemeanor?

Babli has gone to her hostel. mami is crying for her. nani is consoling her that she will come back again. Or moreover, if she cries like this she will have wrinkle on her face. nani's banter works well. Mami stops crying and tries to make her face straight, so that no jhulia can come to her face. To alleviate her mood masala mama suggests her to forget everything like him. He wants to tell her something masaladar. but mami escapes in haste, she is not interested to listen to his nonsense prattle.

Khushi is shambling slowly, again lost in thought. In front of his wife Shyam is leering Khushi imprudently. When khushi fumbles, Shyam gives his hand to hold her. Khushi disgruntles, but she can't show her anger in front of nani and Anjali. She tells him that she is fine. And by calling him jijaji she tries to remind him his status. Shyam grimaces and says she doesn't look right, seems lost in some thought. Anjali adds, she knows in whose thought she is immersed in. khushi embroils more to hear anjali's banter. Anjali takes khushi with her.

paue: When first time I saw this episode, I was scared whether they show Shyam holding Khushi or not. Thank god they didn't show that. After seeing his bare body in Khushi' room, I just couldn't trust cvs.

 Anjali gives Khushi an envelope and tells her that this thing will bring smile on her face. nani tells her that this is her ticket to London. She is missing Arnav so much so they decided to send her to chottey. If she stays there with him for couple of days, she will be delectable again. Khushi's face glints with a smile in anticipation, finally she will be able to meet her Arnavji.

Shyam overhears their convo and gets eerie. He comes fast to stop this. He is precarious, how Khushi can go alone and moreover so soon; she needs visa, passport and all that. But Anjali arranged everything, as it's the benefit of being the wife of cogent Mr. Arnav singh Raizada. Anjali tells Khushi to get ready soon, cause the flight is tonight.

"you must smile now as you are going to meet him in London."  Anjali's words could bring a little smile on Khushi's face, but she is still cogitating. She thinks to call Arnav and let him know about everything; otherwise he can be mad at her for coming London without letting him know. She calls him and again the same message played. She is in quandary, why his phone is always in voicemail? It's good that she is going there. Once she sees him in person, all her tension, restlessness will lessen.

pause: I never knew that in India anybody can make a passport without the person's presence. Or is this a chamatkar of hindi soap!

On the other hand Shyam is in perturbation. He is talking to somebody on the phone, must be instructing his gang of goons to do something with Arnav. By the way from where beggar Shyam got so much money to keep goons! So far I know Arnav stinted his bank account. may be some invisible source!

Khushi is all ready to leave for London. I wonder why she didn't changer her suit? Anyway it's a common thing to see Khushi in same suit for a week or more than two weeks. But without the cockroach clip, she is looking beautiful for sure.

Payal is worrying for her sister, she never went anywhere alone. Mami is suggesting her what she should do during the flight. She must not sleep and listen to the airhostess, when they do PT, she meant when they give the safety instruction. Mami resents, why nani didn't get another ticket for her. She means for everybody. All together could give Arnav a family surprise. Nani quips, this is only Khushi's right to give him surprise. Or what she will do in husband-wife's matter?

Masala mama thinks Khushi is going to boarding school. I guess he is still in the trance of Babli.

Khushi hugs everybody before leaving and takes blessings of the elders. Anjali tells her that her driver will take her to the airport and Akash will meet her directly in the airport. Khushi refutes to take help, she thinks she can manage.

I loved to see a smart and confident khushi. but why Anjali's driver will drop her? Mrs. Arnav singh Raizada doesn't have a driver? Or Anjali is the master of the house, not Arnav's wife!

Payal tells her not to be afraid of anything. She suggests her to remember their dad's rhyme,

"akhoko bandh karlena

Phir amma babuji ko yaad karlena.

Phir daar choo mantar.

Payal tries to give her little sister some courage, as she is going to a foreign land all by herself. just loved this caring side of her.

On the way to the airport, Khushi gets a phone call,

"yes it's khushi speaking."

It was good to hear proper English from her mouth.

Anjali thinks to call Khushi, as she must reached airport by this time. But as soon as she picks her phone to call her, Khushi enters in the house. Anjali and nani both get flabbergasted to see her. She tells them that she didn't go, because her mom told her, it's not safe for her to travel and she also shouldn't travel before a week. She can't lie looking at their eyes and as she is damn worried as well. She evades, giving the excuse of keeping her bags in the room.

Nani is feeling bad for Khushi that she couldn't go. Anjali tells her that it's good that she didn't go; she also has credence in such kind of thing. If her parents think it's not right for her to travel, she shouldn't. nani thinks to send her on next week. Anjali also assents and who knows by that time chottey also may come back.

In her room Khushi mutters an apology to nani and Anjali for lying. She recollects her convo with the guy who called from London. He called her to talk to Arnav. khushi's eyes popped out in bewilderment to hear this. The guy tried to contact him in AR office, but when he couldn't able to talk to him, he called at her number. Khushi is feeling quagmire under her feet, she is in absolute tremor. Arnav never checked in the hotel and even didn't board the aircraft. She remembers his departure in the airport. Her last try to stymie him to go and what the guy told her. Mlange of chaotic thought muddling inside her mind's cauldron.

"Something is wrong. Something happened with him. My heart says so. Where are you Arnavji? If he didn't board on the flight, then where did he go?

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Originally posted by: indi52

episode 258

a long time ago, when he was still involved with another girl, in fact engaged to her, he had forgotten everything and remembered only her. khushi. for she had looked troubled, distracted, fragile and brittle. like the pieces of the mug that had broken when she'd dashed against him by the poolside in her rush to get away from something terrible.

he had been angry, but then that was usual. then he had seen her eyes and everything had turned in a chaotic pulse beat to driving urgent concern, worry. what was the matter with khushi? why was she in this state? had anyone hurt her... then horror dawning... had her... had her... and no matter how much it hurt to say it he had asked if her fiance, her mangetar had done anything... did he do anything to hurt you? the flare of protective anger in his being, his eyes, the instinct to guard her, to not spare anyone who had hurt her.

she had almost said yes, almost told him what her fiance had done, but then she had fled.

leaving him worried, disoriented, unable to focus on anything. not his girlfriend even; he was unable to hide his feelings... he had openly shown his concern, his sister had noticed... so had his girl friend.

he had called her again and again that day. and finally when she'd picked up the phone, he had raged, "don't you ever, ever do this to me again... samjhi tum!!" the first time perhaps clearly saying... she mattered.

to him.

of course the layers of anger and his long nurtured defence, his fortress of indifference, and khushi's complete mental disarray at that moment had come in the way of a real delving into that unguarded statement of his.

"pata hai kabse phone baja raha hoon main... tumne phone nahin kyun uthaya...kitne pareshan ho gaya tha main" do you know for how long i have been trying to call you... why didn't you pick up the phone... i was so worried, he had yelled... then he had somehow controlled his ire and let his concern, his need to hear that she was ok come to the fore...

"khushi...khushi... talk to me..."

she had been dumbstruck... still fragile.

"tum theek ho?" he had asked his classic question to her, perhaps itself a semaphore signal, a telegraphic code of his vast emotion, his deep feelings for her. three little words.


"kahan ho tum!" he wanted to know where she was, what was the matter, was she alright... this is a man supposedly to whom she means nothing, koi matlab nahin, he had left no opportunity to let her know she meant nothing to him, she had no importance in his life.

nice connection.

then he had gone running back to his wall of don't care. no he was not at all concerned about her, it was the work not getting done that bothered him.

today again a phonecall has been made. it is he who is where no one knows. only one call, and everyone must be reached through it...

did he even know or think he would reach the one he really needed to now.

then or now, it was always her.

the faraq only perhaps is he now knows exactly why... kyun faraq padta hai. and going even further he knows... that is all that matters.

that she matters.

to him.

the episode moved not too elegantly but surely toward the call. there was anxiety building in khushi about the whereabouts of asr. she tried to pretend he called when di's worry started to peak, so unlike chhotey, not to call, even though she has left a message. nani caught khushi's lie.

khushi and nani's confabulations by the pool were overheard by masala mama, who ran to his cousin manorama, who slowly extracted the truth and spoke loudly so, most conveniently, di could overhear... and in this chinese whispers😆😆 the main message managed not to get lost.

chhotey hasn't reached london, di cried... and the glass of milk fell to the ground.

an inauspicious sign no doubt.

all along shyam was seen noting the events, twitching, fretting.

foolish me thought then, he was not the big bad guy, just a sicko henchman. alas.

when matters were taken all the way to let's call the cops, shyam sidled out of the room pretty fast and seconds later the phone rang.

anjali picked up the phone as nani wondered who could be calling so late at night.

she said, "hello!" then her expression changed, she exclamed, "chhotey!"

swiftly, and just like with her brother, relief turned to anger, "chhotey, tum kahan pe ho, tumhe pata hai hum log tumhari kitni chinta kar rahe hain. tumne pahunchne ke baad ek phone bhi nahin kiya... ek message bhi nahi kiya, chhotey!" you didn't even call once after reaching, not even a message you sent, chhotey!

and we have the first new shot of him in almost nine days, after 251.

It felt so long. But we sighed a relief to see him, after so much speculation was going on about his return. you can't imagine how my heart leaped to see him after so many days.

his head is bent, then he raises it and his face is sombre. almost expressionless. hair flops on forehead, the only sign that he is not in complete control, yet a certain poise.

"di, i'm sorry, main..."

and di butts in with an angry "sorry!"

khushi swallows.

"tum jaantey ho hum yahan pe kitna pareshan ho rahe hain..." do you know how pareshan we all are here...

pareshan... an echo of that conversation from episode 141.

"haan di main london nahin gaya, kyunki mujhe last moment par scotland aana pada..." yes, di, i didn't go to londsn had to come to scotland last minute.

now why did this feel so terribly asr.. find a solution, no matter what, don't hurt di, the fam... don't make them worry. i will get things done.. i am here...

even if a man is pointing a gun at him as we soon realise... mind is thinking.

when di says "tum theek toh ho na..." as someone who loves you would i guess, he replies with that cool that is asr...

"yeah, di i'm fine."

nani grabs the phone.

"chhotey, kaisan hain aap?" chhotey, how are you. her tears and smiles mingle as she tells him she will forgive him this one last time.

and that flicker of the eye, the slight hesitation... what will i tell her to make sure she is reassured, unconsciously a little vulnerability maybe in the eyes... he is so like her in many ways.

silence... then, "ji, nani" to her command to call no matter how busy with a look at khushi... brilliant acting by jayshree t i thought. also by daljeet, her body language when she realises it's chhotey, she sort of sits up, thrusting forward, life in her suddenly.

hello hi bye bye gestures that the phone be given to her, and she rushes in, "arnab bitwa, bhat you dooj?!!"

on the face of asr, a little frown maybe... it's his whacky mami.

"haan mami, bas woh," was there a slight smile?

mami's question about "isskatland se ka laane wale ho?" what are you getting me from scotland, gets the smiles going...

perhaps something feels normal... at last. it has been two days in captivity, no idea what's coming. he tied in ropes to a chair as we shall soon see. a man of extreme energy, strength, always active, suddenly stationery... bound. why am i thinking of samson tied. often a sense of a mythic hero comes by and seems to recognise something of itself in asr... and leaves a trace of it behind as it leaves.

yes, this time definitely a smile as mami prattles.

"khushi, abhi toh thoda muskura de, ab toh arnav ji ka phone bhi aa gaya," payal urges a her forlorn younger sister to smikle, now that arnav ji has called. she obviously can't bear to see khushi the ever sprightly girl in this state.

"iskatland se isskiretwa leke aao... kaisan ho tum?" mami's talk continues.

he is silent. onto aakash who takes the phone from his mother with a "zara mujhe ..."

asr's face is impassive as he lies to akash in a confident voice... aman doesn't know of this deal.

then a slight hesitation, "l-listen main, shayad touch mein nahin rah paaoonga.." i may not be able to stay in touch. asr is making sure his fam does not worry.

the reception here no good... don't tell di... "phaltoo mein tension lengi..." will be tense for no reason.

"di ka aur..."  a "k" is stuck back of his throat wanting to rush out... "khushi ka khyal rakhna."

take care of di and khushi. a thickening of voice... he may never see them again and be able to do just that. his duty, his desire only to take care of these two people... he knows at this moment, this may never happen again.

Oh gosh, you made me cry. why did you have to say this sinister thing!

the piano trills, my heart again flips... why so much sincerity, mister... why should you give such a convincing take... you are just a tv actor, plus you are doing double shifts as you shoot for that movie of yours. you are tired... just give a take and go... not that your telly serial will be judged at cannes or anything. but no, you got to do it just right... right?

how beautifully you depicted his brilliant acting. Barun is a natural actor, so if he tries, he won't be able to act bad. Did you hear Sanaya's interview with team Sarun? She said with all the actors she felt she is acting, but with Barun, she never felt that she is acting. Not only that he is a superb actor, but he also gets the best out of his co actors.

then akash surprised him, without asking, "achha bhai aap khushi ji se baat kijiye..." okay, speak to khushi ji...  eyes widened and gleamed ever so slightly.

rabba vey rose.

seemed as though this bit all creatives had woken up for.

khushi looked struck by a terrible emotion... she took the phone and walked away from the rest.

this phone somehow precious beyond all now, her path to arnav ji.

he waited as if to hear her but she said nothing, at last he got ready to speak.

he closed his eyes, pursed his lips, a streak of emotion unsettling.

at last he called out, lips  trembling a bit, unsure? what was it...

"khushi" intimate, special every time, an appeal, a connection.

and the gust of wind rose.

her eyes said she had heard that call. after so long, her name on his lips. she had probably despaired wondering would she ever hear it. how he had called her in her dream... but now he was here, just across that line.

camera closed up on asr's face... a vulnerability now certainly.

hearing his voice a dam broke and tears came... she had been saying again and again all will be well while filling up with the worst fears...

now he spoke to her...

he listens carefully, the breeze does its thing... it seems to wrap around them and create a separate space, somewhere outside this given physical reality for them... "yahan na sahi, shayad kahin aur ek duniya hogi, jahan tum... aur main kabhi alag nahin hongey" ranjha's words had painted a picture of a world elsewhere where he and her would never be separated... the wind seemed to create just that.

beautifully said. loved the connection with Ranjha's dialogue. he finally completed that unfinished line.

he struggles to say something, she grabs the phone with her other hand too... him, that's who she wants to hold, the phone is just a proxy... she is trying to keep him with her.

"kh.. khushi i'm fine, main theek hoon.. okay..." a breezy voice, level, yet urgent and strangely palpable, as though it is murmuring against her skin... 👏

he's rushing a bit, he wants so much to make her feel alright... he knows she is collapsing... he just knows... what a simply gorgeous understanding of an emotion. i wonder who wrote this bit.

Not writing only, the direction made the scene so sublime. And of course the final output came by the brilliant acting by both Barun and Sanaya.

sensitive writing all of a sudden after a while, felt so good,.

"please mat ro..." please don't cry. he sounds so sincere, almost close to tears himself, my legs feel weak and this is i don't know how manyeth time. i feel like a fake marketeer "talking up" a product, but really this is so product worth putting every bit of your money on.

she sobs silently.

rabba vey.

he waits, then,

"khushi bas... bas stop..." a little asr command.

she cries away.

a  slightly impatient asr head turn, "khushi, rona... band karo." stop crying.

why do his lips look so tender, why do they tremble a bit... asr? what's up.

and the melody sweetens, softens, sings a bit, his heart wants to say something... "khushi, main..."

his mouth opens but the words are not there yet...

"khushi, main... woh..."

he must say this... he must.

she weeps, she senses he struggles... but she really has no idea why...

he waits, she grabs the phone in two hands again... hmm hm hmm hums rabba very

and he says it...

"khushi, i love you..."

the volume is  a bit higher, the echo clearer.

but no one put anything in the eyes... that was all him.

her eyes widen.

on his face the most open vulnerable look... not since the day he was missing his mother and buried his face against his sister, this lack of mask. an open expression. simple, true, no game, nothing... a man in love on a phonecall to his beloved holding her close in his heart, telling her he loves her, bas.

how guileless was the confession, just came write from his heart.

at last the undercurrents always flowing below their conversations were heard and said clearly what it was he had really said with every shut up, get out, tum jaisi ladki, seatbelt, tum theek ho, don't you ever... ever do this to me... samjhi tum, koi matlab nahin... and most of all with mujhe faraq nahin padta.  

well said.

this is the other piece i wrote on this phoencall and posted earlier.
https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/108295888