Blast from the Past Thread #28 ~*~Purane moments@300~*~ P 140 Epi 330

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Posted: 10 years ago

#1111

Originally posted by: Horizon

Giddy, sensuous encapsulation of that most memorable.. 174 indi. Cyclonic...
I usually do not remember Epi numbers but the dates, but this one I do..

Heady.. it surely was ever since he took that stage, a synchrony they themselves didn't realize that is inherent in them ...later in that room with a new found awareness, acknowledgement, a comfort .. and a claim of right...in an intimate move of letting her tresses loose.. he let loose his till then guarded desires too...now that this juggernaut set rolling.. there is NO stopping him...

a foreplay that started in the kitchen for that day ..will reach the crescendo by the pool side...as their entwined hands tried to retrieve that bracelet, it did seem they were completing the ritual of bride and groom retrieving ring from the bowl ...she was really flummoxed by all his candid acts.. a nervous wreck after the Hi, A in mehendi and his frame next to hers by the pool side.. yet she would try to be gutsy.. ahh.. he loves that..her pushing.challenging.. .as if she didn't care...that in many ways aroused him. totally aroused, makes me think of a spur on a stallion.

beautiful symbolism of ivory, brown and blue and cadence .. fine word choice..thanks for the transport indi..

an image of a lithe man and a girl by the pool side.. who can block this!!

about that letting loose... the evening before it was the hair... now the dupatta, springing and twirling free...

break free break free everything seems to say... tide of emotions and desires rising and breaching limits... look at that bangle, just slipping away... plunging in.

interesting use of things to spell a desire and its stage.

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Posted: 10 years ago

#1112

Oh these bans and blockings, these prejudices about something that is made only out of love.

Block, block, block away; Block away Mr.Star

How are you gonna block the visions in my heart?

Block, block, block away the vms that are there

How are you gonna block the vms that we'll still make?

Block, block, block away, every video you've got

It's never the bans, but it's love that always lasts

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indi52

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Posted: 10 years ago

#1113

Originally posted by: BHAVII

Indi so well written. Did you know this was the first IPK scene i ever watched. It was some love scene video which popped out of nowhere when i searched the term IPK on google. Even without watching the whole show i had butterflies in my stomach at that time and i wanted to know more about it and then the rest as they say was the history.😳

The satisfaction in his eyes later on just with this one was beyond me. Every expression of Barun and Sanaya were of the man and woman in love who are confused about their reaction. The heights was when after eveyone asking Khushi about her redness on cheek and he enjoying it. That victory smile he had on the steps there was just awe.

I loved how their every act started as a challenge be it a sensual one like this. What if she did not accept the challenge would he still not kiss her? He would as he had to mark his territory😃

of course ha ha he'd get that kiss. no matter what. shart, no shart.

thanks, bhavii.

so that was your scene? ha... lovely experience that must have been.

you know i know that feeling you speak of. i had seen a bit of a couple of episodes... then one night, by chance, that diwali scene, he is walking toward her, she is walking backward... she bangs agianst a wall. stops. he is here... he is lost, he is not aware of anything but her and he is coming closer for a kiss.

i came practically undone. no idea of the story.

what you say is so right. every single emotion of two people as they meet, go through confusing extreme attraction, play the whole game of love, capitulate, enmesh, come together.

even in the midst of hideous script at times.

i became so used to this level of acting, i almost forgot it is rare, even cribbed through the ugh episodes... but really, even the best serials at the best of times are not a patch on ipk, good episode bad episode whatever.

ohhh that smile on the staircase... a low angle shot... barun so magnificent in those... and that smile of conquest, of certainty... yes, you are owned... gah it makes you need a man.

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indi52

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Posted: 10 years ago

#1114

Originally posted by: DurgaS
Oh these bans and blockings, these prejudices about something that is made only out of love.

Block, block, block away; Block away Mr.Star
How are you gonna block the visions in my heart?

Block, block, block away the vms that are there
How are you gonna block the vms that we'll still make?

Block, block, block away, every video you've got
It's never the bans, but it's love that always lasts

👏 👏 👏

we have the emotional copyright, not they.

i'd written this on my kahani thread hee hee.

blocking blocking
big huge star
how i bhunders bhats you are
down below the belt so low
like a black hole there you go

they are making us feel more and more charged up, creative juices filling up shoes... samjhe woh?

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DurgaS

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Posted: 10 years ago

#1115

Originally posted by: indi52

👏 👏 👏

we have the emotional copyright, not they.

i'd written this on my kahani thread hee hee.

blocking blocking
big huge star
how i bhunders bhats you are
down below the belt so low
like a black hole there you go

they are making us feel more and more charged up, creative juices filling up shoes... samjhe woh?

This one is good, really. 👏 They are going more and more crazier now. Ban to watch through IF, now why is that? Completely unpurposeful, intimidating stuff.

Oh your kahani, I've yet to see. Last time I tried, it was loading very slowly. Tried to download but that was even slower. Youtube was so easier to watch, especially on phone. Oh well, not giving up. Will try again. 😊

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indi52

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Posted: 10 years ago

#1116

episode 329

next time you are searching for a boy to marry your girl, and maybe you advertise in the papers or in shadi.com, if you prefer... bharat matrimony, you might like to be particularly choosy for your girl. forget doctor lawyer engineer... insist on a multitasking, multi talented man. who knows, in this age of restructuring and job cuts, he may lose his rozi roti... and then? what will he feed your poor ladki, who of course will be a helpless creature with only one focus in her life, her pati dev, maybe his mamma too as is soundly advised by our serials... in case she wants to get a job, the impossible hurdles set by ma in law will have to be scaled... what if, in the meantime, the restructuring happened to the swami.

so i give full marks and more to ipk for presenting the ideal damad ji. he is a lawyer cum electrician cum drummer.

see?

see?

and you thought tv soaps were irresponsible. cared only for trp. hah. never. our dhaiyya ho is a prototype of the ideal husband and son in law. only one drawback... extremely elaborate designs of plans... no chance of being employed by mr jobs, alas.

look at the whole way he approached project khushi. be ghar jamai in one place, paying guest in another. lie to anyone and everyone, concoct all sorts of tales at the drop of a dupatta or aap bhi na... too much work, i say. well thankfully he didn't say he was lawyer to one party and electrician to the other. would have complicated his life further.

straight after the good son in law, we plunge into the issue of actual and not actual mother. a touching scene between bua ji and amma, but was it a tad too sweet? maybe i am diabetic really. or have become one since the advent of dadi and new improved ipk.

when garima said she wanted to meet dadi and ask forgiveness for her "kiye", her actions, some sixth sense said to me, the story was changed.

then of course all my senses went into red alert as man was spotted sitting on sofa with laptop, frowning. h, i even forgot how garish the green all around was. the man catches the air around him and makes it still, i swear, when he is in deep concentration.

"wahan pe ek aadmi tha na?" wasn't there a guy there, he asked suddenly alerted by an empty space that was not so a moment before, thank g he is alert and not that comfortable about things, a sense of danger lurks.

and a sense of other things. he heard the wind... it told him what it had said many times before... it is she... she is here..

a little smile...

hey hey hey hey hey. i am beginning to get lost, shucks what's this letting go of all matters grey at the very thought of romance. this gust of wind has trained me too by now.

by the way, who is the creator of gust of wind in ipk? or is it a staple of all serials as flying hair is, to notify us duhs of pyaar approaching? yet, even if it is a staple, this is a special type, like basmati or golapshoru gobindobhog rice. that sussurant sound, hushed and yearning, not like any other. hey hey.

i found, "bas pata chal jata hai..." too pat, so shan't tarry there.

liked the teasing by a man in casuals while his girl is all decked up. as everyone has heard before, i did not like the lehenga, it had no ethos or idea to it, just a so called "designer" thing, designed mainly to show navel.

and khushi's make up was to brittle and strident. maybe they changed the make up girl. maybe he was a guy and multi talented like shyam and went off to fly aeroplanes or perhaps helicopters, who knows.

the truly talented mami, mano darling, outdid herself. pointlessly being nasty and sashaying light brainedly.

"caman, fallowj me..." this is my quote for the day.

garima's hands remind me of khushi's... all her nervousness, fear and fret are conveyed through them. piyumori mehta is not a bad actress. wish story had supported her instead of making her walk around for episodes looking stricken and peering over her shoulder in quaking fear.

ah we have come to the part i really liked in this episode. three good looking men all by themselves, being young, being normal and talking nonsense. there was an ease, a lack of "set up" and trying to be meaningful that spoke to me. and while i didn't quite understand the bridegroom's ensemble, looked like jodhpurs and a galaband in brocade or some such... he did look totally handsome in it. and in the scene with dadi next episode, somehow that funny suit added a dimension of grandeur, scale and depth... i am obviously a bit mami like, ott is my birthright, samjheo!

"tamacha karengey!" nk meant, tamasha, fun, i suppose and not slap. but of course everything he says can be connected to things that will happen or are happening at the moment. "hum yahan baithke ek achhi si horror movie dekhenge," we'll sit here and watch a nice horror film, gosh i should have been prepared. everything about the despicable miscarriage had a horror film feel to it...

but here we went straight after horror movie mention to dadi, at this point, the real horror. the garima meeting dadi drama was extended again... payal was looking pretty and being rather sweet.

khushi and asr had a little moment of their own on the phone, talk of a small red nose, "chhoti si lal nak," "toh tum mera phone aise hi rakh dogi? bina pehle aap pehle aap kiye?" you'll just hang up on me without the you first no you first thing?

lovely flirting.

khushi decides to give him a little nok-jhok and hands the phone to bua ji.

"halooo..." goes the lovely lady.

"what the f..." says the very bad very bad damad ji. really did you just w*f your aunt in law, you rude boy? haww.

"hai re nand kissore..." yelled the lady and at that very moment her very own nand kissore, babua nk got the phone.

"dude, phone.." damad ji had called out to the young man. "i don't know, some girl" was asking for him. our man from sydney was instantly alert and ready for action here in delhi...

honestly, i thought he was brilliant and that bua ji nk thing, there's something haw and hot in it... maybe deep down nk has a martinet fixation, hyuk, how explicit is his personal horror film, bua ji in bridal wear, that too a white wedding gown... i love it, the whole mad alice in wonderland fantasy feel but why am i getting the feeling this is ripped off from some film? why why why?

nevermind, i am gagging at the whole craziness... and how good does barun looking, looking down at whatever and trying to suppress a guffaw. the vartalaap was too good, both verbal and nonverbal.

"meri hindi bhi machhi hai..." my hindi is also fish. oh fish.

suddenly cut to "chanchal damad ji" talk... people are talking, loudly and rudely, as all the guests at rm do about the missing son in law. khushi looks hassled... she carries something in her about him, still a sense of disquiet, of guilt. daljeet had a tragic air about her, she is another one who can really get into a feeling and almost wrap the air with it, pity there was no real story to back this.

asr was looking happy, light coming down the stairs when talk of damad ji ko bulana... calling damad ji ... was overheard. his grandmother was going on in her monotone about getting the multitasking shyam over. call him now. huh? who has his phone number? nani?

"dadi, woh aadmi iss ghar mein wapas nahin aayega..." dadi, that man is not coming to this house, said a young man in a regal suit, anger rushing and settling on every line of his face, making his eyes glint.

i had wondered first watch, what was coming up next. there was something thrilling about that gaze and tone of voice.

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Posted: 10 years ago

#1117

episode 330

i am a khadoos type, i rarely cry while watching anything.

i actually felt tears spring up and release as i watched the first few minutes of this episode. a young man, totally bludgeoned by life, trying his best to cope, to be responsible, do what needs to be done... cope, survive... a grandmother who has faced the hardest thing a mother ever will. the death of her child that too by her own hands... a young woman who never understood why life did what it did with her life, now expecting a child, looking happy and hoping her scum of a husband would come by, she loves him that's all... a woman who made a mistake at a very young age overhearing what transpired as a result of that mistake... her daughter will soon marry the boy whose life she may have damaged permanently... life blowing by and human beings trying not to lose their moorings... hold on somehow. barun sobti was absolutely brilliant in this moment. yes, dadi did bring some good things to the show. and jayshree t, the matriarch, the one who has always tried to keep calm no matter what, dealing with all the undercurrents and explicit rifts. a tender touching moment, when lips that never look anything but sure or devastatingly sexy, suddenly tremble a little, a head turns just a bit... nani... he's just trying to put all of this behind... and a grandmother stroking the tough young man's cheek, for a moment it's okay to be just her child, her little chhotey... and that totally inspired, when does one have the chance at so much happiness at one time. these are people who have lost... a lot. they know happiness is rare. it can never be taken for granted. they value what happiness comes their way... no wasting of this precious thing. it's a blessing. they have known what it is to rend and rip and not know how the next day will come, how it will be faced. this is an ordinary hindi serial, without any melodrama, to deliver such depth in story, connect with life in the most real unfettered way, despite awful gaudy colours and sets... what to say.

adding on.

as i watch the battle between dadi and grandson, i note they are nothing like each other. opposites really. from different planets. she ungrowing, unevolved, holding defensively onto a position, incapable of anything else.

he evolving constantly, headed for the next, nothing defensive about him. a human being who will grapple with this thing called life with all of himself and face every consequence.

i have seen him warring with his other grandmother but they always seemed hewn from the same rock... she had that thing to evolve in her... always. she had taken a maid servant into her home as a daughter in law and despite her caustic words, loved her dearly, didn't interfere with her freedom to be who she was, however much she may have liked her daughter in law to be somewhat different. she encouraged enterprise, didn't balk at the idea of equal status for men and women, allowed her servants near the puja room, even one of a different faith. and she had a song in her heart. she was a survivor, a doer... one who took her responsibilities seriously, however difficult.

between the two grandmothers i thought ipk said, there are ways and ways of being buzurg... elder. of believing you are owed respect and your voice matters.

he was happy after so long... allowing his own happiness to matter, wanting his sister to be happy as he always had wanted. after all that has happened at last a chance at it and now dadi says this.

"kya karne ki koshish kar rahin hai aap? dadi, aap uss ghatiya aadmi o iss ghar mein lane ki soch bhi kaise sakti hai!" what are you trying to do, his voice is tense, bated, anger underlying... how can you even think of bringing that lowdown man into this house...

"chhote, shant ho jaiye!" chhotey, calm down pleads nani, caught between her love for her grandchildren and her duty to an old friend, the one supposedly with more right, the paternal grandmother. an elder who has never taken responsibility and shirked everything is being given the time of day only because she is from the father's side... patriarchy and its ridiculous norms have a field day here.

asr has actually brought this up asking his dadi, where she was when they needed her. yet, sheer upbringing and respect for elders and family makes him explain why he will not go along and will absolutely oppose her.

"main usse di ya unke bachche ki aas pass bhi nahin aane doonga..." i will not let him near di or her baby.

dadi calls shyam anjali's jeevan saathi, her life partner, using the word garima had used a while ago... shyam is apparently anjali's bhavishya, her future. a stodgy scared egregious mind which needs to adhere to social norms and hasn't got what it takes to refuse to take nonsense. she is supposed to love anjali dearly, but she will not love her enough to believe her granddaughter need not live with a philanderer... it's just a small mistake. she has the same attitude to her son's womanising... patriarchal excesses are kept raging and healthy through women such as herself... women who believe they are the lesser gender so must take whatever comes their way. so, yeah, she may look poised and calm and talk with a lot of "hum" and what she will or won't allow but she is a weak irresponsible person. and she is galat. never sahi.

and nani... openly and clearly saying, it's not khushi or payal's fault, it's damad ji's fault. a damad ji she indeed had loved much. but if he is galat, he is galat. bas. no wonder her chhotey feels so much like her. how did a woman who spent years being a cabaret dancer in hindi films, figure devyani raizada out so well and conveyed such a deep convincing impression despite stiff heavy wig and stiffer heavier make up. fabulous acting by jayshree t. here she is struggling to bring order, play peacemaker, yet not take the wrong side.

and i want to loft asr high and dance with him that he did not put up with dadi's nonsense in the name of elder and respect beyond a point.

he set that point. teehee.

and told khushi, no need to put up with this.

i am surprised khushi was shown to be so meek and desperate to get dadi's approval. i can understand her basically not wishing to upset an elder, but the extent to which she was shown to go. again a part of that achchhi bahufication, i guess. good daughters in law never say anything to their elder in laws, no matter how wrong they may be. this is a sign of being a good woman. such women will keep our family, our society in fact, running smoothly. will someone please place dadi on a cliff that i may push her and be a bad woman forever.

and to anyone who says this is to do with khushi's fragile inner being, her being an orphan, her being a lover of tradition, and stuff, i say... i don't agree.

actually, i think khushi would have found a way to tell dadi she was impossible... the hell she has been through and her basic strength of character would have made her tougher, also the now yellingly and lagi shart-ly expressed large giving love from her arnav ji, who says, come take me, exercise your right, haq hai tumhara, pause, thrust lip, mujh pe... oh all this certainly nourishes and strengthens her. i don't think she'd be in a state of quake perpetually at the mere thought of the nasty woman.

"i'm sorry, dadi, lekin aapke iss bat se main sahmat nahin hoon," asr takes a stance and refuses to yield, i am sorry, i don't agree with you, dadi.

every time i hear asr's "main" i feel a strange thrill. a sense of himself in his "i" that feels glorious, an owning of all that he is, and a bold facing of this life as it is. i shall have to quote from a poem that i have not read fully nor really understood but that "main" makes me want to read,

i bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass i love,
if you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.

you will hardly know who i am or what i mean,
but i shall be good health to you nevertheless,
and filter and fibre your blood.

failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
missing me one place search another,
i stop somewhere waiting for you.

~~~ the last lines of walt whitman's leaves of grass ~~~

"filter and fibre" my blood... sigh. and i hope i do see him somewhere in someone or many ones, waiting for me.

a sudden vulnerable note in asr's voice, "dadi, try and understand, chauda saal pehle jo hua, usse bhulane mein hme bahut time laga tha... jab hume laga sab theek ho gaya hai tab usne di aur hum sabke saath beimaani ki. he cheated us."

took them years to mend after what happened fourteen years ago, and just when they thought things are getting better, shyam cheated them. you're just healing and along comes another attack on your sense of normalcy, of decency, of goodness. in itself shyam's action is deplorable, but given the situation, it is completely chaos causing... both he and di can spiral out of control, the displacement and breakage caused by shyam's infidelity much more than it might have been if both were not touched by betrayal already.

in a flash i get why he had to be so out of control almost in a whirpool of pain plunging to hell that night. why he was so thrown by that sight on the terrace... he had just been mending. only just. no, he was not shatir that night... just human.

and yes, khushi bore the brunt of his relapse... he of all people knows that well and wants to make up for that act... so this marriage with rituals, which means nothing to him.

before his eyes is a beautiful scene drenched in red.

"aaj... aaj di kitni khush lag rahi hain..." today, di is looking so happy. and then words which he never would have said just a short while ago... this is the growth of a man touched by love and returning to belief. a brave man who is willing to take those hard steps.

he says, today, we must forget the past and move forward, because the past is not worth remembering.

i feel bad for a young son who saw his mother played with, then her death.

today everyine is happy, i am going to be mama. how poignant... sheer hope there in a man who had seemed devoid of any. "main mamma banne wala hoon..." my mind picks up anjali's voice on a stricken night saying "tum mama banne wale ho..." and again today a strike is ahead.

di will be mother... and i am getting married... so please... and he ends in classic asr words and style.

"let us be."

garima has overheard this entire conversation and her heart is breaking... he wants to forget. she decides, she must not rake up the past then... we know that is impossible, but i guess human beings try and tell themselves something can be done even if they know it can't, because they want to protect those they love.

"chahe jo bhi ho jaaye" fumes dadi, "hum wahi karenge jo sahi hai!" she'll only do what is right.

sahi galat... right wrong... constant pondering on these in ipk. a feel of a canvas where individuals, humans, are pitted against the huge phenomenon of hurtling life that doesn't observe any traffic rules, it just speeds through taking all with it. some of us get crushed along the way, some hold on and weather the passage. nani and asr refuse to get crushed, standing firm and strong. they do falter at times. he is almost shaken to the point of almost being uprooted and flung to the ground, run over... but he holds on. he also learns to take a hand and allow it to soothe him. ooph beautiful.

almost in tears to his nani he says, "nani, main sirf apna dard... apna dukh.. mamma... unki shadi ki problems...unki death...main bas unhe bhulane ke liye..."

never have i seen him this tremulous... a boy whose tears got choked and blocked within. with so much hope he comes here today and so is that much more vulnerable i guess.

i was only trying to put my pain... my sorrow... mamma (oh he calls her that like a young one, not maa)... her marriage... her death... i was just trying to forget and for that...

and nani stops him with a hand on his cheek, loving him.

"chhotey," she whispers with a smile through her tears... "aap bilkul theek kahat hai..." what you say is absolutely right.

"aaj aap ke amma babuji hotey na toh woh bhi yehi chahatey ki aap aapan zindagi aapan tarike se jiye..." if your parents were alive today, they'd want the same, that you should live your life... your way.

"muskuraiye, chhotey, muskuraiye," smile, chhotey, smile.

you are getting married, you are going to be an uncle... "itti sari khushi kahan milat hai ek saath?" where can one get so much happiness at once, says the one who has been oft visited by complete sorrow.

grandmother and grandson look toward the scene of happiness. a moment of triumph i feel.

i know he will not succeed in saving that smiling girl's baby, nor in keeping shyam out thanks to his other "important" person, actually the most important one she has become. and she will act against his wishes and bring shyam back.

but still i sense triumph in the character, in his fearlessness, in his sense of sahi. some day, his di will have a child i feel sure, and shyam will be vanquished i know. yes, there is life and its preponderance maybe, but even life or fate if you like to call it that, is admiring of a brave clean human. in its own way it will relent, because his intentions were pure, clean. when he hurt khushi so terribly, he perhaps wrote into his own story the failure of his mission... but because he did what he did without malice, only in pain and with a sense of duty, i get the feeling life will not disappoint him.

asr has set up security check.. and shyam must find a clever way to get in, so we have heavy duty of lawyer damad ji, now as drummer. would have been funny, if it did not lead to the macabre.

shyam is the shastra spewing, pure hindi prone, always respectful of elders, "good" boy... and asr the baddie. that is, in our world. gosh, asr even is an atheist, and shyam so god fearing.

yet who is the real man here... and who the real cretin. who has faith, who doesn't. who respects elders, who shams. who loves, who lusts. funny twist, they even made asr play the drums later. what is with the writer and drums? or is he remembering the nataraj and his dumaru, whose sound is that of creation.

i know that is not the case, yet, ipk keeps taking me to these larger than life images.

shyam notices her shoes are off.

asr mutters, "yeh mera ghar hai," this is my home, i don't have to take anyone's permission to go anywhere.

nk recalling akash's mehendi tries to pull him back.

nani takes a step forward again and says, this time mehendi shall be open to the boys (if she hadn't, fandom would have hired assassins to get her, being a wise woman, she relents and gains our undying love, shatir nani).

"great!" grates mills and boons man after stunning me in tragic hero mode. shatir arnav ji.

"dadi ji, you rock!" says nk, choosing english wisely.

"everybody loves bhai!" akash quips, maybe akshaye's slight envy seeping out.

shyam does his thing in anjali's room... he had left stuff under the bed... huh?

glass shards. check. mean look check. inordinate accent on this character of late. what is happening? is the director sensing rightly shyam needs to be impactful.. balanced against asr... yet story makes him so silly. shyam was never a real antagonist of asr, he might have been if the writing took him to that place, but gradually, he just became a melodramatic caricature and that too of half men, a little man. yet, sadly i guess in life these little men trip up the giants. perhaps because the deep big sincere clean ones have no idea of the depths such men of no conscience, no content, stoop to.

"attensson pilleejh all oph youj, ab godh bharai ki hui bye bye aur mehendi ko hello hi," hollers my sweet mano.

anjali recognises her shyam ji. or so she thinks.

and what does your name begin with, you wonderful man in crazy jodhpur and bandgala looking regal?

lg for laad governor, but of course.

"oh i forgot tumhare naam mein bhi a hai na? khushi kumaaari guptaa--aa..." i forgot, your name has an a in it too, doesn't it... quips m&b hero and instantly heroine is puddle recalling a scene. uh huh, this rasam also they've been through already. check.

hey hey.

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Posted: 10 years ago

#1118

Originally posted by: kizh72
Ok, I'm in a bit of state after reading that take on that kiss, Indi di!
Tum itna darr kyun rahi ho? I hope I got that right. I've always felt there's more to it than just a simple question, seems loaded.

Ipoona had termed that 'maar doon?, chodh do, rehne do, tum seh nahi paogi 'as his first verbal pass. I had felt when I read it, that it was a fabulous thought. And she had humorous takes on the whole NK scenario, how he wanted to kick NK back to the antipodal shores he came from!

Yeah Kizh, she felt that chodo rehne do as where it started to peak.. the precise moment where their mushkil prem kahani entered another phase..and yes all that she said about "nincompoop", her word choice for what asr feels NK is,

Indi, I did invite her to the reblast. altho she has hesitations over the addictiveness of IPK and IF.

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BarunDiwani

@BarunDiwani

Dazzler

+ 4

Posted: 10 years ago

#1119

Originally posted by: indi52

👏 👏 👏

we have the emotional copyright, not they.

i'd written this on my kahani thread hee hee.

blocking blocking
big huge star
how i bhunders bhats you are
down below the belt so low
like a black hole there you go

they are making us feel more and more charged up, creative juices filling up shoes... samjhe woh?

😆👏👏

too good, both of you, trying to keep myself from bursting out laughing at work while the others so seriously do the work!

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kizh72

@kizh72

Voyager

Posted: 10 years ago

#1120

Originally posted by: Horizon

Yeah Kizh, she felt that chodo rehne do as where it started to peak.. the precise moment where their mushkil prem kahani entered another phase..and yes all that she said about "nincompoop", her word choice for what asr feels NK is,

Indi, I did invite her to the reblast. altho she has hesitations over the addictiveness of IPK and IF.

NK was also termed the Tasmanian devil! 😆
Thank you for inviting ipoona to the reblast, I get what she means by the addictiveness of ipk and if. It's a constant struggle! 😆