Blast from the Past Thread #29 **Aana To Tha Hi** Pg 23, Epi 346 - Page 16

Originally posted by: aarwen

Hi Sohara Barun did an episode? Now? wow.. you mean he actually acted in something which came on TV? Agree with you, happy to see him on screen, but really when will we see him in roles that were meant for an actor his calibre. It's depressing waiting this way.. I don't know how you all have done it for years after IPK ended.

Will join the tweeting madness.. devi maiyya might give in to our wishes some day..

Enjoyed your short take on the haldi.. main points.. man besotted with girl.. Initially I took some time getting used to Khushi's jewellery, then in an off screen segment she mentioned they were real flowers.. I was happy that some department, other than acting, in IPK was still trying to give in their best. 

About Shyam.. With you on your thoughts there.. dhup sa man was too besotted with chandini si girl to care about Shyam babua.. 

mamiji's dialogue I had forgotten.. hilarious.. thanks for the reminder.. pagal but cute is mamiji too, hai na? 

One of my favourite scenes here was when Akash and Payal walked in on man in besharam mood with his wife.. hahaha.. do you remember Akash's baffled expression? 

Oh and thank you for reading my takes and enjoying that vm. Sorry I haven't been able to individually reply.

Originally posted by: Horizon

Hi Sohara,

Hope your padhai vadhai is going great...miss you around... not that there is much going on here...Gloomy it is... indeed...that too for haldi...

But for NK to say about SR, wonder how/ anyone there for that matter be sure that it hasn't happened already.. afterall che mahine room mates reh chuke hain...😆

He seem to have got a hair trim at least if not a cut and looked super hot... although I am not a specific fan of Khushi's shakuntala look.. but the blasting chemistry made up for anything /everything..

Originally posted by: aarwen

Episode 331

For a second I thought she needn't have coaxed him for mehendi or to dance, but then there was a wishful yearning in her voice that became softer as she pleaded, "bas ek choti si boond".  I thought of all the times I have wanted the one I love to watch this show with me, to be a part of what I enjoy, to be a part of me. I saw myself in her. A girl in love wanting to share her world with the man she loves. 

She wants that too and asks for it. An implicit right, that he has explicitly stated is hers to grab and exercise on him. "haq hai tumhara" he had claimed, then added, "mujhe pe". And he had a haq too on her.

The ceremonies, the dance, the mehendi all make her happy, but what she really wants is for him to share that joy with her.  He has even succeeded in making her this comfortable around him that she slips into a gentle feminine coquetry,  that intermingled a demand and a plea.Dance with me, it sings today. Put a dab of mehendi on yourself for me, it insists today.

Though he dismisses the idea his face had grown thoughtful as he walked away.  The very first watch I knew Khushi was about to have her desires fulfilled. The man had just admitted to dadi he was ready to move on with his life. Willing and wanting to give happiness a chance. With that declaration one just has to dance.

The girl who always loved to dance seemed a little lost. Her heart was not into it. Her heart was busy with the one that made it race and her eyes continued to search for him. He watched, slightly far from the crowd. He has never been part of it. And even if he tried I think men like Arnav Singh Raizada are born to stand out from the rest.  It is in his DNA to be distinctive. Actually, in this case I don't know where he got that DNA from, most probably his nani.

Devi maiyya was not to be idle today. The perfect lead to set past wrongs right, and have wishes come true tonight. He has always loved to watch her dance. Been mesmerized as she flowed gracefully or moved full of vibrant sanka.  His eyes catch her dori, which has always been an integral part of this love story. Once ripped, forever bound.👏

He beckons her. A softening in the gaze is apparent. She will follow him today.  Perhaps there is so much magic sprinkled in the air for the lovers tonight that they no longer need to be physically near the poolside. The halls are decked with fairy lights. Two gorgeous young lovers remain shrouded in its intimate light.

A slight curling of the lips, he moves to hold her. She is his. She hastens to point out her mehendi. His lips curl a little further. He likes her carefree, untroubled, joyful. And he also likes the feeling that the mehendi has his name. She has it on herself because she is to be his. In fact, for him, for all intents and purposes, she is already his wife.

So, with complete right his hand reaches out and curls around her waist drawing her into his arms. Her eyes widen. That was unexpected. She wriggles and asks him to let go, taking care her mehendi isn't smudged. With a self assured smirk he challenges her, "really?". 

The first time I was so breathless with where his hand had landed and how it had wound around her and pulled her close that I had failed to comprehend what he was saying.  Later I understood. 

He knew she wasn't really objecting.  He has actually always been very decent and in control around her. Even in that hut he had lowered his eyes till he could not take his gaze off her. Now with each ceremony his touches become more maddeningly intimate,  his smile more playful, his gaze more ravenous.  Its languid, and thrilling, and delightful all at the same time.

She stops trying to free herself, and a giveaway smile appears on her lips. In the smile she acknowledges what he already knows. She knows she is safe in his arms. She likes it there.  

His expression turns serious and slowly his hands lightly brushing against her he turns her around.  Hi hand raises along her mehendi clad hand.  She is panting, I hold my breath, what is he doing?  Something I didn't expect. 

He is tying that dori  for her. 

There are so many different levels that this story plays out. We don't need a blatant reminder how and where this particular memory played off. Its ingrained in the involuntary visceral tug inside us when we watch.  

The intensity in his gaze reminds me of the dark furious man as had ripped the same girl's pristine pearl dori. I remember him turn her delicately as his fingers skimmed over her back disentangling her from fairy lights, entangling himself more firmly, eternally, with her. The scene where he opens her hair to cover her exposed back from another man's gaze also plays before me. He wanted to protect her then too, but he did not have the right to tie that dori. Today he does. 

Life rarely gives us chances to fix the wrong we make, but Arnav Singh Raizada  has always realized, repented and done all he can to correct it. In front of such a man fate had to bend. If he hurt her then, he heals himself and her today.  

He then moves to kiss her. She smiles, a beautiful shy smile, even happier than a second before when she realised what he was doing.  And though she runs afar, she has to look back at him.

He stood with his head bent. A strange intensity in his gaze. The first time I wondered what it was about. Even today for an instant I forgot and eagerly anticipated. What could possibly have garnered such a feeling?

To this same music they had danced not to long ago. He declaring his love openly for all eyes to behold. For her to experience. Even that day as this melody dissolved into each particle in the intoxicated air, his hands had caressed her, his piercing gaze had implored. If that dance was a declaration today was the culmination. The love he showed was solidifying and cementing itself. A sense of hamesha had made a mark on his hand, in their hearts.

He eyes held an untold depth. For a minute I think he believed in the divine. His hand had a spot of mehendi. Perhaps there was trepidation in him of how strong this feeling was. Perhaps he never knew, never dared to think he could be this happy. 

His face was the same one I had seen as he had let the payal dangle from his raised hand.  Sometimes words aren't enough, it was in the look that said it all.  On diwali he didn't know what it all meant, today its crystal clear. It is love. A beautiful glorious satisfying love.

No wonder it moves her to tears. She rushed to hug him. Again that smile in him. He has opened his heart to the feeling and let himself get engulfed in it.  Even when she left he remained standing with a smile on his face. 

Of many things I was happy. No body doubles so Sanaya and Barun could be comfortable in their body language. A familiar elevating melody in the background.  And moments of a strong reminder of how blissful the show can make me feel.

Originally posted by: aarwen

Episode 332

Two burning question  😆 😆 plague me as I start watching the episode. First, how many pool sides are there in Shantivan? Which room gives access to these poolsides and can you or can you not see from the main hall into the poolside? Second, how much dawai does Khushi's babuji really need and why is it that this dawai can't be bought in bulk and gets over every other day? Actually, something multiple times a day Garima rushes to buy medicine and not one person questions this. i thought we have got a fix on the poolside issue... it flies where the sorcerer please, taking rooms, corridors, windows, etc., along with it... and dawai... it's the fix all fall back option writers have when in trouble. trouble mainly being apaucity of good ideas. without a dose of medicines who can move? it's either di's dawai or asr's dawai and now babu ji's endless dawai; you are right, what happened to bulk purchase?

The mehendi laga ke rakhna song I have liked a lot as a child, but this sequence isn't one of my favourites. Garima and Anjali were creeping about with panicked expressions and missing regularly, but no one seems to care much. And ASR already is standing with smiles in the middle of people dancing. 

He did hug her. The love spilling out from his heart. I was reminded of that scene after he broke up with lavanya. He stood watching Khushi dance to salaame ishq. Her hair in curls, all dressed up was she. Her reaction to him then was much more memorable than the coy smiles now. Well, just my feeling entirely. i agree and i just loved the way he hugged her. these days i basically watch him, i admire the actor for being so true to his character. he has said he can't cry, now the poor man has tanker of glycerine pouring all over him and he just does all he can to feel the character... deliver.

Enough of being flippant. The events to follow were hardly that.

I never understood the logic behind this elaborate plan that had a very low chance of success. In fact this whole insistence on making sure Anjali lost her child in the most brutal of ways seemed highly unnecessary. What if the doctor was to come out of that operation theater and announce that the mother was dead, then how would Shyam ever manage to re enter the halls of his deceased wife's home? So this whole idea of hurting the child is bloody, gruesome, horrific and senseless to the extreme. unfortunately that is absolutely right. and i had wondered what if anjali died, barun conveyed to me with his sorry, sorry kyun, rising hysteria that he had feared that.

Her feet are bleeding. She already suffers from a limp. She is a pregnant woman. She does not sit down and call someone. She forgets about her baby's well being, about herself. She continues in this quest of finding her Shyamji.  If we are to believe this was possible, then it could only mean that Anjali in those minutes had completely lost any sense of self preservation of herself and her baby. She was obsessing about her husband. Delusional and blind was her devotion to this depraved man. 

Cameras. Broken glass. Raw wires. Layers of ruthless planning. I am appalled at how and why it was shown, when it could have easily been replaced with some other reason that Shyam found, to be brought back to Anjali. Really if she fell and died, what then? And did Shyam not care about his own flesh and blood? His baby.. Was he really that dysfunctional?

A shot of ASR as he watched his di fall had my blood curl. Did you see how his face froze? He had allowed himself to be unguardedly happy and then came a cry. Not his cry, that replays in his head. This time is was his di's cry. beautiful lines. the crux of it all. yes, not his cry. 👏 👏

The very same writers who have made this mess of story lines captured this terrible moment perfectly. Everyone else stood in shock while the man of action sprinted as if his life depended on it. The camera registered a blur as he ran towards his screaming, falling di. He would have been the first to react. That is just who he is.

A poignant memory flashed before him as they waited for the verdict. "Tum mama banane wale ho". His relation to the child. How happy had di been when she had seen a glimpse of the life take form in her womb for the first time! ASR himself would never even have thought of such things, he did not even like children particularly, but this was di's child. A part of her, and it was no more. Gone.

The doctor was quite confusing, and thought I don't remember, most probably in my first watch I may have even thought both mother and child got killed. No doubt every exclamation, every dramatic note of music, every tear were to encash on this horrendous murder. Apparently this is what brings more viewership. 

ASR was abrasive and impatient with the doctor. He was angry and shattered. Defeated and Helpless. Flitting through emotions, holding on to sanity. There was such a sense of gravity in how Barun portrayed ASR tonight. He made this whole dreadful situation genuine and veritable. 

A brother had just failed his di. I could believe his anguish.