Blast from the Past Thread #29 **Aana To Tha Hi** Pg 23, Epi 346 - Page 10

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 331

he saw her dori was coming undone...

he played with her, held her in his arms, pulled her in.

"chhoriye, hume chhoriye," she demurred, perhaps thanks to force of habit. they were in a public place virtually and the man in a brown suit looking rather princely was asking her to do things she was so wanting to do willing to do perhaps even waiting to do a la eliza dolittle's father, yet, how to? ladki you are, sharam you must have... besharmi is the exclusive right of the laad governor.

"really?" he murmurred provocatively. if anyone kjnew kkg's heart and mind it was possibly this man... only him.

a rabba vey took the moment on a dizzy trip, an intimate possessive moment, bodies intimately nestling against each other.

his hand moved to her hip, just where her lehenga's waistband sat and pushed slightly, turning her around.

his hand reached a place she had no notion it had reached and brushed against her mehendi... and took his share. there is no separation perhaps in this love, no yours and mine... he would not put mehendi he'd said and then decided otherwise... once he'd casually picked her dupatta and rubbed haldi off his face, leaving her marked perhaps, today he wants her to mark him it seemed... something so sensuous and giving in that gesture at once...

maybe it was not there in the idea, but more in the acting... might have been just sensuous otherwise, not such a sexy surrender.

she was losing it in the meanwhile. one of those rare occasions when we'll see khushi come undone at the nearness of this man, his compeling sexuality managing to penetrate her perennial happy swwet girl demeanour... making her feel like a woman, go a little crazy, crave, shiver all over, forget her to do list for a moment, just give in to him.

such a man woman moment and explored with such grace. again i have to wonder at the chemistry that si so touched by light joy gripping excitement absolutely enchanting and absorbing, arousing yet without a single streak of darkness or something sort of sleazy embarrassing it is... never seen this kind of sexually explosive chemistry without a trace of the unwholesome.

it's a rare thing... please smart producer, grab it an d use it in your next film, telefilm, whatever.

with absolute concentration, the man who had snapped her dori once, in a secluded room when they were utter strangers, tied her dori slowly, making sure it was secure... shielding her with his body.

something had pulled at him when that dori had come apart and pearls had scattered and a girl had flung her hair over her back to hide her body, looked back at him with tears in her eyes... maybe something in him yearned to set that right every day, in whatever way possible... he wasn't a brute, an egregious monster, the moment had made him so, for all that had lain torn him she had touched and yanked hard at... without knowing... without ever meaning to.

the mehendi soothes him perhaps, tells him with its saffron touch, a hurt ends, colour returns... reminded me of the day he had given her a bindi and all the dhakdhak... always a little game a little winning in his moves...

when she would have walked away he held up his hand, his head down just a little, like a little boy showing what he has done... a plea in his eyes maybe? why did i think of the day he held the payal up and showed her by the poolside... something so very touching in his expressions, then and now... it seemed to say, all of me... take all of me...

a little mark of mehendi sat on his left palm. her mehendi.

she had said no to his embrace earlier, her mehendi might get spoilt... but now she had to run to him and hug him close, happiness in her eyes, her smile, her heart.

were there tears in his eyes...

a chance at happiness for a man who had lost all sense of it when he was a mere boy.

bit by bit a heart healed and hoped again, tried to believe... but would life leave asr unbroken this time?

unaware though wary of the deceit around him, he danced... giving in to her and nk's persuasion... of course he might have seen danger lurking in his home right before all, but right then an old ipk devise, lights out, came calling and he never saw shyam... neither did dadi see garima... a foolish hide and seek and one whose consequences would be horrific continued.

she is handicapped, she is pregnant... her own husband is going to smite her... a sadness mills around me... what was this, was this even necessary?

a delightful interlude with bua ji and nk had started the episode.

"bahut sarmate ho tum nand kissore..." bua ji had yelled at the quaking nk, you are too shy. he of course couldn't control those visions of bua and he about to tie the knot, she in her fancy white wedding gown...

"abhi se gala sookhne laga beha ke naam pe!" your throat has started getting dry already at the thought of marriage, she teased in her loud bua way... the thought of what is to come in 332 freezes my brain, nk's horror film is about to start.

Originally posted by: indi52

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. haha okayy I had no idea where you were heading with all this.

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 gharjamai in one place, paying guest in another. lie to anyone and everyone, concoct all sorts of tales at teh 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 atad 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. IPK can go ahead and rush about in aap bhi nas and dadis in the shantivan hall as long as he is sitting there with that frown and head bent towards laptop. am sad I should have taken some caps of this scene.. was too busy following damadji in his antics

"wahan pe ek aadmi tha na?" wasn't tehre aguy there, he asked suddenly alerted by an empty space that was not so a mooment 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 teh 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. me too

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. pontlessly 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 the 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! nice thought about the wierd brocade whatever adding depth to the shots with dadi. I loved the three men together.

"tamacha karengey!" nk meant, tamasha, fun, i suppose and not slap. but of course everything he says can be conected 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 despucable misacrriage 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 smal 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. lovely lady.. aah?!

"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. haha

"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. nice observation about daljeet. you are right her entire body language and face definitely seemed to have an air of tragedy and helplessness

asr was looking happy, light coming down the stairs when talk of damadji ko bulana... calling damad ji ... was overheard. his grandmother was going on in her monotone about getting the multitasking hyam over. calll 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.

Originally posted by: indi52

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. shh di.. tum thik ho?

oh I have I cap of pretty much the same moment. The angle was good wasn't it?

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. very perceptive thought about the man.

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. good catch. I felt it too in the way nani handled dadi. not thrust into our faces, but was brought out subtlely by dear nani.

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 agree. remember how during holi she danced her way back into nanis heart? And of course I feel even when buaji was being mean there was no way Khushi would have agreed to something wrong like payal should have married into that dowry demanding household. Basically Khushi would have been achchi bahu, but not meek and not agreed blindly to what was regressive or worse harmful to di.

"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. sad but wonderful thought

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. waah waahh

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. I have to go buy myself some of these books and read them. never knew what I missed in life.

hey hey.

Originally posted by: aarwen

Indi di absolutely rolled over laughing at that line about rude damaad. Yes he pretty much said that on the phone to his bride's buaji. Some things in IPK are delightfully normal even now. good to be able to say that.

Agree about Khushi's dress, makeup, bas pata chal jata hai. And me to enjoyed seeing all boys together and some laughter. Their chemistry was great, we could have got many wonderful moments out of it. I would have loved to see their reactions to stressful times as well. In ways of their own they would have all been good at handling the multi talented babua.

And wonderful capture of the man looking down.. frown or supressed laughter.. I could look on him forever..

off to read 330

Originally posted by: Horizon

Oh yes that heart melting innocence, submission of a little boy head bent of that day with payal in hand, of a child caught, always inside of him .. the colors perhaps started to effuse that day when he first saw his name in her mehendi only to be abandoned into darkness.. slowly coming back .. like the color of mehendi may be here...
Beautiful writing indi, Loved the flow replete with the intimacy and surrender of the moment.. and his urge to set right that what went fundamentally wrong in their very first meet.. every day.. every time..a dori coming off ringing bells in him of something utterly wrong done..
the tenderness with which he turns her around would certainly make her totally disarmed...gorgeous edit on top..
these episodes being the final crescendo of the love story remain very special... but the horrific events ensued are a complete off key..

Originally posted by: aarwen

Episode 329 - 330

Since I was bored of my unending rantings about the various inconsequential dragged minutes that seem to abound in an IPK episode these days, am borrowing from a review, a numbers game.

Star Plus 330 is titled as "Shyam wears a disguise". Not important. Just saying. (no points.. yet..)

I was very confused about all these things that Shyam tried. Wiring, camera, glass shards. (-30 for being clueless about what really was planned and not making any sense whatsoever). 😆 😆

It is as if each marriage Shyam has to spend planning to kill. the man with many plans... all of which are elaborate and unnecessarily so, they fail... and yeah 😆 say wedding and shyam is out to kill.

Remember the last wedding? During havan when ASR was immersed in throes of faraq parta hai and Khushi was happily running around with beautiful bangles and a bandaged wrist, Shyam was trying to burn his wife. While the families teased and danced their way through sangeet Shyam ran after an elusive scorpion.(+50 because of the lovely time we had during Payash's wedding, inspite of Shyam and his madcap schemes. I might have even called that Shyam for tea and managed to not poison him. Or poisoning him would be a good idea then he wouldn't have grown so unbrearable just 150 episodes later). not a bad idea, poison shyam before the writers kill him off.

Sadly this time the consequence of his actions are more more catastrophic. (-50 because I know what a heinous crime all this is leading to)

Achche karaman ka phal jarur milehe.. I liked buajis dialogue. Sometimes you need an unknowing push to do the right thing. Buaji's reminder to Garima about how she has always been a good person, helped Garima get courage to finally face dadi. (+30 not because I particularly want her to face dadi. I don't care by this point anymore, but more because am extremely bored of her terrified expressions and tear filled wide eyes. Also I do not understand why no one notices any of the above).

ASR is about to make his way upstairs when that familiar calling of the wind halts him. She is here. She turns around the corner looking for him. He waits. bas pata chal jata hai.. NK tum nai samjhoge.. (+20 for the reminder of the mehsoos. The directors are hell bent on reminding us that they have already shown us everything significant that could happen in this love story in the first 200 episodes. Everything happening now is simply a not as impactful repetition.) actually that this has happened before, this too and that also, was a little forced i felt... more in the way it was presented than as an idea... subtlety badly lost now... a desperate bid to be like all other serials, when it just simply isn't... that prolonged garima avoiding dadi thing... totally time pass... no meaning, and unnecessary melodrama... again wanting to be crass like other shows... thanks only to the actors, that did not really happen... it became senseless even silly and at times unbearable, yet something remained.

He has to tease her. Naughty Raizada in a mood to get his would-be/already wife red in the nose.. (+ 40..wait -10 for too much smiles.. )

Ignoring his cousins he focuses on outrageously flirting with the girl... tum pehle aap pehle aap ke bina hi rakh dogi.. (+ 20 aah he was actually paying attention that phone call when he was trying to convince Khushi he had not one romantic fiber in his laad governor tycoon heart..)

A mischievous smirk by the girl who always jumps to a challenge.. Hands over phone to buaji.. ( + 20 for a spunky Khushi.. -30 because she didn't get adorably flustered when the man was at his teasing witty best.. )

I enjoyed the three cousins together in one frame thoroughly. Guffawed right through it. Specially when Akash wanted to intervene and ASR smoothly stepped in. Then he continued to pretend to read the paper. His ears however were focused on NK and his lips were trying hard to suppress the smile. (+150 you three guys in the same frame without any weepy women are a blast to watch) cutest scene and high testosterone... me likee. besharam phangurrl.

(+60) Akash won these solely for giving the exact befuddled transformed to understanding expression was watching akash in the very early episodes.. he was so good... perfect foil to all male all aggressive main aranav singh raizada cousin and a rather intersting character, he had a gentle sould but he understood things, was sensitive, supportive, important in this family and to asr... also loved his totally chaotic mate very cutely... what they did to him... sigh... take away all points for that alone as he watched NK. (+30 for NK)..vartalaap had a perfect sing song tone.. (-10) They should have brought a nice girl or two for NK to talk to. Imagine if Khushi was actually trying to do match making for Nanheji.

(+25) the ladies looked colorful.. (-5) didn't like Khushi's look tonight.. The slightly heavy make up makes her look older and not the young disarmingly charming girl am used too.

Mean guests were present as always ready to talk in loud audible whispers about the missing damaadji (-40 Why are they even invited each time? ) shantivan staple... crass neighbourhood for my aham asr man. 😆

Wo aadmi is ghar mein nahi aayega. ASR steps in and makes it clear his word is not to be trifled with. (Face off + 100.. You go Arnav.. The good grandmother is the one who calls you chote, please go ahead and remind the other one who calls you Arnav she, has no clue what she is talking about when she insists bringing Shyam back will bring happiness.)

di ki dawai has to make an appearance (-80 I can't take it anymore). -80,000. but it is always refreshing to hear the man address Payal without any inkling of ji. And even in these barely there exchanges there is something in the slight change of tone, a little mix of formal and familiar air that Barun adds whenever he talks to Payal. (+ 20 because asr is asr even when he is made to talk about dawai.)

A profoundly touching scene follows. A grandmother desperately attempts to calm the hot headed people in the room. Another grandmother blindly refuses to understand the truth and choses to ignore the apparent Dadi and Anjali had a lot in common it seems. A certain regressive dependence on needing a man to make everything right. was a beautiful scene and asr and nani ji i thought were brill... moving.

And finally the man who with the utmost sincerity wants to move on with his life warns dadi in a strictly firm respectable unwavering tone. He wants to ensure his di's happiness, not based out of a lie, but the truth.

ASR tried so hard to do the right thing and it broke my heart to see the battle. For a fourteen year old to process what happened on the night his parents committed suicide, only closest relative's wedding broke, followed by being thrown onto the streets and forced to fend for themselves, would be an almost impossible feat. ASR managed to not just deal with it, he managed to understand who was in the wrong. with just his eyes, his expressions, his lips looking vulnerable, his demeanour he conveyed so much.

Betrayal.. dusri aurat has a very powerful suffocating impact on ASR.. "14 saal pehle jo hua". He had to watch his ma die because of it. And Shyam is a reminder of this exact same sinful crime and how much it destroys. Not just di, ASR trusted him too. There was a lot of respect in this young man for his jeejaji. "he cheated on us".. The dialogues spoke of how Shyam had broken not just di's, but all their trust.

We should forget our past and move forward. Main mama banane wala hun. Di ma. Aur meri shadi bhi hone wali hai. .He watches di happy and you can see from the torn look on his face, how much he wishes to be able to let go of all the bitterness of the past.

When we first met him he was a man fortifying himself and his family against the cruelties of the past. Today the man is essentially the same, only now he isn't just protecting from the past, he is also trying to embrace the possibilities of the future. he is always the karta. the doer... the shield that will take the hit, for he will protect those he loves no matter what, once he couldn't... maa went... not again... and yet, life plays its games... magnificent to watch this man get up again and again and do his duty, he may be mere mortal and his own frailties too may pose hurdles, but he never shirks his duty, always ready to do what it takes... in that perhaps what is immortal in us is evinced... maybe that's why it thrills.

Nani was quick to show her confidence in his judgement and how proud she was of him. (+ 120 The integrity in this man never fails to elicit a raw response out of me. Am as proud of him as his nani is)

something terribly eloquent in this shot, isn't it? and that strange dulha costume adds a grandness.

Garima running around with payal.. With mami.. alone.. running to ..running from dadi.. (-130 .. Why do you insist on doing this to your viewers? )

Shaym as electrican..As dhol wale bhaiya.. (+ 20.. Sorry but the moustache does good things to his face).. Shyam as killer (-20.. Who cares what your stupid complicated plan is.. I would ahve deducted more points but for now I still am not supposed to know it actually succeeds. he has had a pretty bad track record in his plans thus far.) ah you say complicated too. 😆

The big question of what letters adorns the beautiful hand is getting decided.. "LG"... He casually saunters up and is ready for another round of loving banter with that wife to be of his.. Poor mehendi wali must be completely distracted. (+15 LG is flirting again)

"nai aap A likhiye".. Prim and proper Khushi informs the mehendi wali.. So even in jest she won't take him on his offer and call him laad governor for now.. (-20 Khushi don't be boring)

"oh I forgot tumhare naam mein bhi A hai". Still ignoring the mehendi wali, his eyes are on his bride as he recalls a time she was particularly the perfect mate.. enchanting alluring intelligent. (+20 aa.. He remembers everything.. What the.. had he dared to claim faraq nahi parta hai for this same girl?)

Let me remind you of the heavenly details.. Man in crisp white starched shirt, sleeves rolled, forearms exposed, a stubble, and a hair cut, smirk firmly in place, eyebrows expertly raised, arms folded, head tilted.. in that lazy wicked amused drawl.. "aah".. a nod.. When beautiful flustered girl caught with a letter from his name on her hand had come up with an ingenious excuse .. Then in a burst of delightful sanka daringly backed it up.. She has A in her name too.. suna aapne? (+174 was this just before the kiss? .. Maybe this memory deserves even more points then..) aaargh.

Ya ya I know you have done this before.. (- 35.. Enough of reminding us this has happened before .. at this rate we might as well be watching momento and suffering for partial memory loss that needs rekindling..)

Originally posted by: indi52

phhool isscore, rhea bitiya, and pilusswa do lakh ka bagwa phaar that reminder of "aah".

lovely take... when things get too much, we need an out... your scoring game wonderful.