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Posted: 9 years ago

Originally posted by: indi52

hi preety,

long time... happy new year, sir... aw life getting grown up? yell shut up at it it, exhort it to get out and find five min a day to fight with ma about breakfast... these are the really imp things believe me.


Indi di Kate Di, , you are online, Hugs.Whenever I come ,no one is here to chat with.
Season's greetings.
The forum has lost it's edge and that hurts me and don't try to come any more.Just sometimes this pull brings me back to see you all.Must say you all are still keeping it alive in different ways.
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Posted: 9 years ago

Originally posted by: Katelyn

It's time for a new beginning.  Have a rocking new year.  Wishing you good health, happiness and prosperity!!  Love  you all!






Truly blasting Kate.. have  a great New Year!

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Posted: 9 years ago

Originally posted by: indi52

happy new year, everyone...





That sparkle in those eyes... peace in his.. a feel of reaching abode ..
have a great New Year Indi..
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Posted: 9 years ago
episode 304

i have of course seen many films and more than enough shows on tv, can't ever remember seeing this. a man, that too an arrogant wealthy handsome young man, the alpha male type if i am to go with current usage, is doing everything he can to make his wife claim her right.

her haq... over him.

i don't believe in the indian context i have ever seen this happening. usually, it's about the man's right; and if it's about the woman's, it's always to do with her right over/to/in her parivaar... family.

but her right, her out and out haq on her man?

never ever have i seen this.

and as i watched the episode with its sad but determined to leave wife and the confounded but equally determined to make his wife happy, comfortable and get her to own him husband... i thought again, this show deserves to be studied, from the perspective of both mass media and society.

arnav singh raizada is perhaps the only "hero" on our screen who has the mind to understand what a husband and wife relationship is really about. it's not mainly about family... children... property... society, though these are parts of it. but the sacred tie that a man and a woman allow themselves to be bound in for an entire lifetime is essentially about the two of them and it grants them a unique gift... their right over each other.

an intimate, absolute right.

i've no idea how this came into storytelling but am delighted and grateful it did. and though it never got taken to the point where khushi actually understands what it is he is constantly asking her to take... i have a feeling her making love to him the night before her "wedding," with those enigmatic few words... hum jaantey hain... hum samajhte hain... humey bharosa hai... has something to do with this elucidation of marriage a man, who doesn't believe in socially correct behaviour, has come up with based on his individual understanding.

come claim me. make me yours. exercise your right dammit.

i want to salaam the man in brown with tousled hair and now smiling, now tired, now befuddled, now irritated eyes. later he will tell his grandmother this woman is his patni and where she is not welcome, how can he be... that too is beautiful.


but this here... killing me.

and what could have been said in a pompous know all sanctimonious way is said so terribly sexily, you almost forget how meaningful and gobsmacking what he is saying is... and then it hits you. this is no ordinary daily serial hero here, arrogant nasty mills and boon man, pretending to be modern with a westernised outer layer... this is indeed a man with a mind strong, fresh, contemporary and evolved. even in dhoti i bet he'd be cool.


but h i do love him in his waistcoat and slim fitting trousers. they often said barun only had two suits... still can't figure out if that is true... even with shiny stuff he just looked ah well you know.

that "mujh pe" i have heard i have no idea how many times and each time felt a new something in it and the gust of love, of giving utter desire... rabba ve is in his pause, his pout, his little lift of eyebrow, his playful indulgent voice...

writers let khushi speak to devi maiyya to expalin to us why she is leaving him. she is doing this because she knows di isn't happy, and if di is unhappy, how would arnav ji be happy... and the transitive equation goes, if arnav ji isn't happy, then how can khushi...


but that is not the only reason, she also knows their marriage is to be over soon.

at last a clear hint, that bringing up of the contract by him has cut deep. and though star plus and writer have decided it must not be brought up expressly, it simmers beneath. hurts her. she will try to assuage her hurt later in a spectacular fight... but again, the story of contract will be left incomplete.

he on the other hand is terribly puzzled by her silence, her morose face, what ails his pagal biwi? even more endearing, he just can't let her be, he must return again and again... to her... to see her... be by her... just fall some more perhaps.

the phone she leaves behind in the car gives him the perfect excuse to go rushing back. khushi of course has lied about bua ji's health... trying to save the situation, she comes out angrily and pretty much shoves him back against the verandah railing, yelling he is disturbing her sick aunt and what does he think he is doing, etc.

he has dragged her many times, hauled her, pushed her, dropped her even... he has snapped the string of her blouse on the very first night they met... perhaps she had got under his skin at first sight, perhaps he never understood why he had to be so harsh with her always, perhaps he never knew it was only his defence... yes, he was short tempered and boorish, but never quite like this with anyone.

maybe such are the signs of love... of giving oneself haq.

she flew at him without thinking, assuming she had every right to do that. and indeed she had.
 
with her hands on his chest she pushed him back and fell against him, clutching his shirt, usually she held him like that when he carried her, subconsciously maybe needing him to be by her side, never let her go.

when she realised what had just happened, she was taken aback, she would have moved away, but his hand which still had her phone in it came

 
up without missing a beat and held hers in place where it was, his eyes took in her hassled expression, her clutching fingers...
he seemed to almost enjoy her little display of temper that got somewhat physical. and being the smart man he was, he knew this was an opportunity not to be missed.

to remind her... to tell her once more.

"it's okay," he drawled... "biwi ho tum meri... haq hai tumhara..." he paused and looked at her and threw the next two words gently, adeptly, provocatively at her... "mujh pe."

it's okay... you're my wife... you have a right... over me.

she stared at him, her eyes widening... didn't she want to just grab that haq and never let it go?


khushi kumari gupta had never known she could have such exclusive right on any of her relationships. an orphan who had been extremely loved by those who adopted her, she had always held them close with a sense of gratitude, perhaps never quite sure of her complete right on them... but here was this man, who maddened her, who irritated and hurt her, who played strange games and spoke of deals all the time, but who said to her... you are the one who has a right over me... take me... own me.

with her it was not a tie of blood as it was with his sister... with her it was a tie of choice... he had chosen to be bound to her. the dori snapper had come home.

way back, when she had resigned, she couldn't walk away from him... she didn't feel alright about it somehow though she was sure he was in the wrong. today, even though she believes it is the right thing to do, she can't walk away from him without feeling terrible... isn't all of this love?

and although in the thick of a tricky situation, neither is far from his or her character. she is in sanka mode, even more so, and decides to play bua ji on the phone and he, fed up with her mysterious behaviour, yells and shouts on the phone and calls her pagal, not very lovingly this time.

these are really sharp actors, many scenes were shot with doubles, yet the essence of character and emotion is intact.

the episode introduced little beginnings of stories to come, however they never did make an entry later... that mami telling akash not to go near the sea in bombay, surely it was said for a reason.

bua ji was canny in her assessment of her favourite niece's little trip to gh. always good to watch the two of them together... both equally nutty.

but really, this episode was all about that one scene for me... a sense of the ocean in it... a flow and ebbing of tide. in the middle of it an endless moment that makes the world stop.
Edited by indi52 - 9 years ago
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hi everyone, pictures of asr khushi in my mind the whole day, that too with a sombre piece of music... the last movement of tchaikovsky's pathetique, a symphony i heard a while ago by chance and absolutely fell for... not that i listen all the time, nor that i recognise every bit of it, but at some point as a movement plays, it reaches out and i do know yes, this is the sixth in b minor and i fly off...

just read that in russian the name translates to passionate...

believe it or not i made this to wish you all a great year ahead... my daughter saw it and said all the "staring" reminded her of twilight, though some bits made her happy.

have a splendid 2015...

please watch, that is in case youtube hasn't already banned it, in hd and push up the sound.

dard is ache, dard is pain, agony, wound, dard blows us away. without it, how would we live or love.


πŸ˜•

sorry, right now there's no way to access my vms because the kahani of blocking continues. maybe some day good sense will prevail and fans will be allowed to express their joy with a completely non commercial yet utterly precious piece of work... no matter what, i shall always have the emotional copyright to iss pyaar ko... so will you. and nothing can infringe upon it... for it stays in the dil... a fabulous vm... hamesha 😳
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Posted: 9 years ago

Originally posted by: indi52

hi everyone, pictures of asr khushi in my mind the whole day, that too with a sombre piece of music... the last movement of tchaikovsky's pathetique, a symphony i heard a while ago by chance and absolutely fell for... not that i listen all the time, nor that i recognise every bit of it, but at some point asa movement plays, it reaches out and i do know yes, thsi is the sixth in b minor and i fly off...

just read that in russian, the name translates to passionate...

believe it or not i made this to wish you all a great year ahead... my daughter saw it and said all the "staring" reminded her of twilight, though some bits made her happy.

have a splendid 2015...

please watch, that is in case youtube hasn't already banned it, in hd and push up the sound.

dard is ache, dard is pain, agony, wound, dard blows us away. without it, how would we live or love.


[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_7_lH60ZWG4[/YOUTUBE]


Indrani...It is a new year, yet the memories or I should say the ocean of happiness stays with us like a melody, a symphony, the tide... ebbing and flowing like the dance...the Arnav and Khushi dance of love.  
It started out in the deep ocean and just like the science of the creation of a wave, a gust of wind creates the trance-inducing* motion of the ocean...  the rhythmic lapping of ocean waves* created by a single gust (of the wind). 
We are entranced...our couple does that to us. They dance to this beautiful symphony and with the ebb and flow of the music, he moves Khushi away from him like the gust of wind creating the momentum for her to come right back to be recharged, their energy, a mutual one of love.  A beautiful Rabba Vey moment. 
Thank you always for the VM.  Happy New Year!  Hoping it will be filled with an ocean of happiness! 

credit:*Science of Summer:How do ocean waves form
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Posted: 9 years ago

Originally posted by: indi52

hi everyone, pictures of asr khushi in my mind the whole day, that too with a sombre piece of music... the last movement of tchaikovsky's pathetique, a symphony i heard a while ago by chance and absolutely fell for... not that i listen all the time, nor that i recognise every bit of it, but at some point asa movement plays, it reaches out and i do know yes, thsi is the sixth in b minor and i fly off...

just read that in russian, the name translates to passionate...

believe it or not i made this to wish you all a great year ahead... my daughter saw it and said all the "staring" reminded her of twilight, though some bits made her happy.

have a splendid 2015...

please watch, that is in case youtube hasn't already banned it, in hd and push up the sound.

dard is ache, dard is pain, agony, wound, dard blows us away. without it, how would we live or love.


[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_7_lH60ZWG4[/YOUTUBE]


Exquisite music In di and excellent VM In di!! I think your best! Love the flow of the slow motion dancing dard to the jumping on the bed pillow fighting masti dance! Yes In di lets push away the beautiful dard behind us today and embrace the paagalpan!
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Posted: 9 years ago

Originally posted by: cinthiann1758


Indrani...It is a new year, yet the memories or I should say the ocean of happiness stays with us like a melody, a symphony, the tide... ebbing and flowing like the dance...the Arnav and Khushi dance of love.  
It started out in the deep ocean and just like the science of the creation of a wave, a gust of wind creates the trance-inducing* motion of the ocean...  the rhythmic lapping of ocean waves* created by a single gust (of the wind). 
We are entranced...our couple does that to us. They dance to this beautiful symphony and with the ebb and flow of the music, he moves Khushi away from him like the gust of wind creating the momentum for her to come right back to be recharged, their energy, a mutual one of love.  A beautiful Rabba Vey moment. 
Thank you always for the VM.  Happy New Year!  Hoping it will be filled with an ocean of happiness! 

credit:*Science of Summer:How do ocean waves form



is that how a wave takes birth? an ocean moves? uff, cyn... what a comment... yes the memories do stay and rise and ebb like a symphony, like an ocean...

happy new year... to all our ocean of happiness. you know, i think symphonies are really elemental and like nature, they too start with a gust and it pushes on taking the notes on their path, surging, ebbing, staying, storming... growing, becoming bigger... more... then dropping to the silence of the deep. there is the dhan dhan dhan dha of beethoven's fifth, and pathetique starts with a slow dense gust... da ra daaa da ra daaa da... just sublime... asr khushi on that rhythm... i could sit gazing forever.

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Originally posted by: wiwy


Exquisite music In di and excellent VM In di!! I think your best! Love the flow of the slow motion dancing dard to the jumping on the bed pillow fighting masti dance! Yes In di lets push away the beautiful dard behind us today and embrace the paagalpan!



thanks so much, wiwy... i love the sombre thick passion of this symphony... so glad it worked out right. yup, pushing away all dard for a while and leaping on the bed... will a guy with a forbidding expression walk in and stare at us while we get on with todoing the palang...

and thanks to kate he is talking nonstop to me... saying manogi... main manwaaoonga... dekhte hain... deal? whoa... that accent. me dancing.

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Posted: 9 years ago

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 304

i have of course seen many films and more than enough shows on tv, can't ever remember seeing this. a man, that too an arrogant wealthy handsome young man, the alpha male type if i am to go with current usage, is doing everything he can to make his wife claim her right.

her haq... over him.

i don't believe in the indian context i have ever seen this happening. usually, it's about the man's right; and if it's about the woman's, it's always to do with her right over/to/in her parivaar... family.

but her right, her out and out haq on her man?

never ever have i seen this.

and as i watched the episode with its sad but determined to leave wife and the confounded but equally determined to make his wife happy, comfortable and get her to own him husband... i thought again, this show deserves to be studied, from the perspective of both mass media and society.πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘ 
and our wiwy will do just that!!!

arnav singh raizada is perhaps the only "hero" on our screen who has the mind to understand what a husband and wife relationship is really about. it's not mainly about family... children... property... society, though these are parts of it. but the sacred tie that a man and a woman allow themselves to be bound in for an entire lifetime is essentially about the two of them and it grants them a unique gift... their right over each other. It is funny how people/society always puts the family first but in the Bible it states a man and a woman join, become one...everything other than G-d himself is secondary, even the children.  When going to church it always bothered me to see in the pew a man on one end and a woman on the other end with their children in between them.   I always sat next to my husband and my children, (when they came), next to me.  I choose my husband everyday.  

an intimate, absolute right. 
Very important relation.

i've no idea how this came into storytelling but am delighted and grateful it did. and though it never got taken to the point where khushi actually understands what it is he is constantly asking her to take... i have a feeling her making love to him the night before her "wedding," with those enigmatic few words... hum jaantey hain... hum samajhte hain... humey bharosa hai... has something to do with this elucidation of marriage a man, who doesn't believe in socially correct behaviour, has come up with based on his individual understanding.πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘

come claim me. make me yours. exercise your right dammit. 
agreement/covenant/they were one already.

i want to salaam the man in brown with tousled hair and now smiling, now tired, now befuddled, now irritated eyes. later he will tell his grandmother this woman is his patni and where she is not welcome, how can he be... that too is beautiful.πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘
 when he stood up for his relation I just about fell over.  so proud of him at that moment.  loved him even more and the look on khushi's face when he took her hand...priceless


but this here... killing me.

and what could have been said in a pompous know all sanctimonious way is said so terribly sexily, you almost forget how meaningful and gobsmacking what he is saying is... and then it hits you. this is no ordinary daily serial hero here, arrogant nasty mills and boon man, pretending to be modern with a westernised outer layer... this is indeed a man with a mind strong, fresh, contemporary and evolved. even in dhoti i bet he'd be cool.πŸ˜›


but h i do love him in his waistcoat and slim fitting trousers. they often said barun only had two suits... still can't figure out if that is true... even with shiny stuff he just looked ah well you know.πŸ˜†

that "mujh pe" i have heard i have no idea how many times and each time felt a new something in it and the gust of love, of giving utter desire... rabba ve is in his pause, his pout, his little lift of eyebrow, his playful indulgent voice...
sigh...


writers let khushi speak to devi maiyya to expalin to us why she is leaving him. she is doing this because she knows di isn't happy, and if di is unhappy, how would arnav ji be happy... and the transitive equation goes, if arnav ji isn't happy, then how can khushi...
 true in her eyes, she loves him so much, if he isn't happy neither is she..NOW THAT'S A RELATIONSHIP so unselfish.


but that is not the only reason, she also knows their marriage is to be over soon. πŸ˜•

at last a clear hint, that bringing up of the contract by him has cut deep. and though star plus and writer have decided it must not be brought up expressly, it simmers beneath. hurts her. she will try to assuage her hurt later in a spectacular fight... but again, the story of contract will be left incomplete.

he on the other hand is terribly puzzled by her silence, her morose face, what ails his pagal biwi? even more endearing, he just can't let her be, he must return again and again... to her... to see her... be by her... just fall some more perhaps.

the phone she leaves behind in the car gives him the perfect excuse to go rushing back. khushi of course has lied about bua ji's health... trying to save the situation, she comes out angrily and pretty much shoves him back against the verandah railing, yelling he is disturbing her sick aunt and what does he think he is doing, etc.⭐️ perfect scene

he has dragged her many times, hauled her, pushed her, dropped her even... he has snapped the string of her blouse on the very first night they met... perhaps she had got under his skin at first sight, perhaps he never understood why he had to be so harsh with her always, perhaps he never knew it was only his defence... yes, he was short tempered and boorish, but never quite like this with anyone.

maybe such are the signs of love... of giving oneself haq.

she flew at him without thinking, assuming she had every right to do that. and indeed she had.πŸ‘
 
with her hands on his chest she pushed him back and fell against him, clutching his shirt, usually she held him like that when he carried her, subconsciously maybe needing him to be by her side, never let her go.

when she realised what had just happened, she was taken aback, she would have moved away, but his hand which still had her phone in it came

 
up without missing a beat and held hers in place where it was, his eyes took in her hassled expression, her clutching fingers...
he seemed to almost enjoy her little display of temper that got somewhat physical. and being the smart man he was, he knew this was an opportunity not to be missed.

to remind her... to tell her once more.

"it's okay," he drawled... "biwi ho tum meri... haq hai tumhara..." he paused and looked at her and threw the next two words gently, adeptly, provocatively at her... "mujh pe."

it's okay... you're my wife... you have a right... over me.πŸ€’πŸ˜† nearly killed me

she stared at him, her eyes widening... didn't she want to just grab that haq and never let it go?  she probably thought holy cow did i just do that all i wanted to do was not be found out but look i have right, i want right, hmmm.


khushi kumari gupta had never known she could have such exclusive right on any of her relationships. an orphan who had been extremely loved by those who adopted her, she had always held them close with a sense of gratitude, perhaps never quite sure of her complete right on them... but here was this man, who maddened her, who irritated and hurt her, who played strange games and spoke of deals all the time, but who said to her... you are the one who has a right over me... take me... own me.πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ€’πŸ˜‰

with her it was not a tie of blood as it was with his sister... with her it was a tie of choice... he had chosen to be bound to her. the dori snapper had come home.πŸ‘

way back, when she had resigned, she couldn't walk away from him... she didn't feel alright about it somehow though she was sure he was in the wrong. today, even though she believes it is the right thing to do, she can't walk away from him without feeling terrible... isn't all of this love?

and although in the thick of a tricky situation, neither is far from his or her character. she is in sanka mode, even more so, and decides to play bua ji on the phone and he, fed up with her mysterious behaviour, yells and shouts on the phone and calls her pagal, not very lovingly this time.

these are really sharp actors, many scenes were shot with doubles, yet the essence of character and emotion is intact.  so true they never skipped a beat or came out of their character with the double...impressive acting

the episode introduced little beginnings of stories to come, however they never did make an entry later... that mami telling akash not to go near the sea in bombay, surely it was said for a reason.

bua ji was canny in her assessment of her favourite niece's little trip to gh. always good to watch the two of them together... both equally nutty.

but really, this episode was all about that one scene for me... a sense of the ocean in it... a flow and ebbing of tide. in the middle of it an endless moment that makes the world stop.πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘

Indi you have all rights on this review writing!  these actors were incredible and even in the craziest of episodes they never let us down as the writers did but this epi was an important one...you are right it was about taking the right, giving the right and accepting the right of a wife and a husband.  contract smontract who cares?  beautiful