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episode 309

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pisode 306

"koi farq nahin padta..."
doesn't make a difference (who pays).

"faraq padta hai, humey aapka koi ahsaan nahin chahiye!"
makes a difference, i don't want any favours from you.

his jaw hardens, he loses it again, he'd wanted to ask her why she was so down, behaving mysteriously, lying about her aunt's health. now he whirls her around, for that sentence has cut deep.

"ahsaan!" that voice. "tum meri patni ho, khushi!" favour, he hissed out. maybe "obligation" is a better translation of ahsaan... you are my wife, khushi!

as they wrangled i again felt i was in the middle of something real. not a show.

the big fights in many of our lives happen over things that seem trivial at one level and yet they aren't. there's always some subtext, something being asserted without words.

looked at rationally khushi's walking out on asr after that clifftop and their fervent admission to each other about their feelings, seems silly. but that very love can make us do pretty stupid things at times. even things which are not quite right. he did something just plain wrong on a terrible night, she on a bright clear morning.

he is hellbent on making her part of his life, apologising in his way for his egregious remarks, especially about the contract. and she is determined to leave him because she figures di can's tolerate her and is unhappy seeing her, and that can only make arnav ji sad.. so how can she go on living there. and he's invoked the contract, she had thought that was no longer a part of their story. seems it was... so in thirteen days six months will be over and so will their marriage. but she's leaving him now... very interesting i thought that was.

while this six month marriage idea is very serialish, the tenor and thrum of this fight aren't. when someone is that close to you, there's so much love, there's often strange extreme friction. plenty of that now... and within it a bated thing, a physical thing... sexual attraction.

both are cleaving to each other, he holds her shoulder, she rages at him, he catches and whirls with her, she pulls away like she is coming close, he yanks her to him... they can't keep their hands off each other even if it is to show anger.

but this anger is like that word cleave. it has two sides to it, two meanings, opposites of each other. cleave can mean both to split and to join... reminds me of them and their state of emotion.

in the middle of violence, a man totally confounded as to why his wife is lying and a woman absolutely committed to not letting him know because she must leave him, there's suddenly the sweetest gentleness, when she says she needed to come here for a while, for a badlav... a change... it was zaroori.

a couple of sentences before that she'd said, i don't have to explain things to you... there's no need.. zaroorat for it. he'd yelled pulling her roughly "zaroorat hai, khushi kumari gupta singh raizada!" there is need for an explanation.

zaroorat.

need.

felt like a significant word here. it was about that very thing... the need, the zaroorat, for each other. a need that reached beyond all and every limit and barrier.

a beautiful moment when he tried to reach out. you should have tried to tell me once, "ek bar mujhe kahke to dekhti," he says... reminded me of something very similar she'd said on the bridge after he told her he knew of shyam...

but things kept on getting more complicated, they couldn't bridge the distance. a lovely moment as he stood with his hands resting lightly, tenderly on her shoulders.

perhaps the concern from her pati, his sheer insistence on being a part of her life, making her problems his, holding her, everything was becoming hard to handle, the feelings were destroying her resolve, for a little hint sneaked out before she could stop it.

"aap ghar jaiye... terah din mein sab kuch theek ho jaayga..."
you go home, in thirteen days all will be fine.

and for some reason, the shatir one did not connect the thirteen days instantly to the contract.

was it fuzzy writing or maybe arnav singh raizada was so confounded by his wife's behaviour, he'd been trying continuously to understand things, he knew something was just not right, but all this tension and to and fro and khushi behaving not at all like herself had worn him down. whatever it was, he did not instantly get she spoke of the contract.

beautiful flow of confusion love wanting... you know you can tell me... humey chalna chahiye... from anger to remorse to sweet gentleness and a sadness spilling over...

"bua ji pareshan ho rahi hogi..." bua ji must be getting concerned, she said in a flat voice. then the step back, out of his arms. so so poignant. a quiet, sad khushi.

... acting writing direction all on cue.

and for the first time ever he seemed totally lost.

"hain, nand kissore... sab theek toh hai?" is everything all right called out bua ji on seeing the two of them.

"shayad."

perhaps.

that despondent reply... one of the saddest things i've heard.

the arrogant, cocky, sharp tycoon, who took charge of things, who knew exactly what he'll do, especially when things got rough, wore a note of defeat.. almost... today.

he'd tried so hard, but he hadn't been able to reach khushi. he had no idea what was really going on.

shayad... maybe... no that is so not this man. i felt terrible for him.

that "nothing" moment

he left bua ji's place looking lost, but then as khushi went to close the door, he stepped smoothly back in surprising her... tell me khushi, what's the matter, he asked, i'm with you. oh h sweetness of the most divine kind. she looked like she would just cave in and leap into his arms, instead she did a classic woman thing... "kuch nai" nothing is the matter replied she in a small voice, eyes desperate. oh when a girl says "nothing" in that girl way. he knew things were really really bad. beautiful note to the scene, writing and direction and acting again lovely.

soon though he realised exactly what she had meant by thirteen days and resolved to change her mind.

his way.

but before that a simple absorbing sequence, as he stood quietly in his room followed by a fluid almost dance like pacing in his room thinking and feeling things... that old habit. a gentle deliberateness... he is startegising... planning... and the room felt particularly lonesome tonight reflecting the yearning of its owner maybe.

there was something intensely expressive about the way he walked in and let the thoughts come. i noticed a lot happened at doorways in this episode, a familiar ipk thing, some sort of significance there no doubt...

he heard in his mind three separate conversations...

"tum meri shart manogi
mujhse shadi karogi
aaj
chai mahine ke liye"
you will accept my conditions
you'll marry me
today
for six months

"hume jaane dijiye"
let me go.
"tum nahin ja sakti...
apna contract todkar kaise ja sakti ho."
you can't go, how can you break your contract and leave...

"aap ghar jaiye..."
go home... in thirteen days everything will be fine

it was like a little story within the larger plot.

he recalled his harshest moments with her, and her most helpless ones... he hadn't given her a choice both times, and perhaps for the same reason, because he couldn't let her go.

"isiliye woh ghar chhorke gayi hai... kyunki shadi ka contract..." that's why she's left home he thought aloud, because of the contract...

nostrils flared, jawline went rigid, but there was that need in the eyes... the director went for understatement.

a miserable khushi counts the hours...only twelve more days...

"ek aur din beet gaya... ab bas bara din aur, usske baad hum arnav ji ke patni nahin rahenge..." one more day is gone, now just twelve left, after that i won't be arnav ji's wife, she moaned.

cut to a man gearing up for the next course of action.. the "shayad" completely gone from his demeanour.

"bas bara din... mere paas bara din hai tumhare dil phirse jeet ne ke liye!" just twelve days, he thought, i have twelve days to win your heart. the deal maker wants to win... but just her love, her heart...

having cracked the code, he is now getting into the plan to destroy all opposition and get his wife back. i liked the fact that he did the whole thing as asr would, not just any sweet lover boy.

there is claw and cleave and win and lose in this thing. he is entering the game. he is enjoying it.

"tumhe lagta hai ki tum bahut smart ho.. lekin.. shayad tum bhool gayi ki main arnav singh raizada hoon..."

you think you're very smart.. but.. perhaps you're forgetting i am asr. i want to give loud whistles at this whistle deserving salim javed style dialogue. could have been corny as h but again barun makes it cool, cute, exciting all at once.

"aur iss baar sab kuch mere tarike se hoga..." and this everything will happen the way i want it to.

his music played, gentler though... a man in love...

khushi dreamt of him again. again it was money talk. the girl has a problem with money, some sort of insecurity maybe... in a funny kind of way, it was money that brought them together... her promise to slam before him 25k for the repair of his suv side mirror.

"hum aapke ek ek pai chuka denge..." i will return every cent of yours, said she to the smiling demon before her as she clutched the burden of cash, her debt, on her head.

"egggsacktly aisa hi pahle bhi kissine kaha tha, khushi kumari gupta... singh raizada..." someone had said exactly that once before, quipped mills and boon hero rakshas.

maybe she can sense him already... she can guess what he is about to do...

of course, next morning when i saw asr in his office, i knew the man was not only out to win, he was out to kill (primarily me). arnav singh raizada had decided he will ruin khushi's neat plan with immense pressure re house, rent, bua ji's home, etc. he had also decided he'd completely nullify her resistance with his sheer good looks.

everything needed to cut the deal, disarm the opponent.

don't tell me he had no idea of how good he was looking in that black grey combination, also that slightly loose tie.

she wore red, he black... she was angry, he cool... all asr, and the loving got going with some good old raving and ranting.

at one point he said "aaw" head tilted back, eyes hooded... i had to copy that forever.

she's never coming back to ask for madat, help.. she gritted out.

"kuch bhi karlo, khushi," you'll have to come back that too before the contract ends, he thought to himself with a satisfied air.

the contract became as though a game between them... i liked that. the thing that was the most tricky part in their relationship, a ridiculous contract of a six month marriage which only happens in tv land, the writers decided to use as a means of cementing their tie further, something smart in that.

the episode had a beginning full of confusion and attraction, a stunning one word middle... shayad... and then an end full of heat, bait and attraction. was a breathtaking watch.

bolo... i'm listening.

er breathing suddenly difficult.

ple of thoughts/irrelevant asides:

~ so babu ji was getting better. then what happened?

~ mami ji said, "no hello hi turant bye bye detectibhgiri kareka padi, manorama..."

~ me as perplexed as mami ji about anjali. why is she talking to herself... maybe her bluetooth is on? really that setting up of anjali surreptitiously talking to shyam was done ineptly.

~ "bed side humri..." mami ji said this side of the bed is hers... remember pala?

Ah..can't believe took me all this while to get here and read indi... but glad I did finally.. and also glad that you managed to be alive and healthy to write more and more..😃

Loved your commentary on how their mood swung in this episode.. as you said in the end..quite a few things happened in the span of 20 min with variety of tones between them..you are right.. it felt very real not like a drama..Her hurt and confusion..to be or not to be.. so much palpable... so was his total bewilderment..

He felt so real... all pure and so much into her.. taking their love..urge and that zaroorath each other for granted..as he should be logically/ emotionally after the clifftop as u said.. but I did understand her pain... there was a need to address/ nullify that contract thing between them once for all..his disbelief at her departure here felt akin to her shock/ disbelief that fateful night when her until a min ago prince charming dragged her to the pool side and brazenly proposed a 6 month relationship..she indeed seem to be giving a tit for tat... But I could connect with him more at both instances.

Fuzzy writing indeed he forgetting about that contact.. but some how that fell in place to feel his passion, dedication and loyalty for their relationship .. that he forgot everything else.. that contract never really mattered..

Elegants edits.. esp in the GH..cleaving..nice choice of word..and yes she did seem to be curbing that rush to cave in...

great reading indi.. thank you..

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Posted: 9 years ago

#663

Originally posted by: indi52
episode 307

i have no idea how many times i have seen this episode or parts of it, (actually i can never stop, i go and watch the whole thing always...) but it never feels predictable, expected. there's a freshness about it, and every time i seem to find something new... something that takes the mind in another direction and makes the viewing interesting all over again.

this time i thought, oh, so like holi, khushi again breaks her gullak. she's always determined to be self reliant about money, but it never happens that way... come to think of it, money can't buy love but in her case, it was a major part of the programme to take khushi in the direction of her true love. 👏

i also noticed that happy ji spoke in rocky's voice in the voice over, or it sounded like that.

i have always loved these episodes. that more entrenched, huq filled pati patni thing in them. i have also really enjoyed the game, the baiting, the sexy banter and the palpable sensuality. dito..dito..

but this time i kept on feeling the tender and torrid love of a man for a woman.

yes, he was seemingly in control, out to win, pushing her to a point of acceptance. he teased and flummoxed her. but it was really so much about that need he had for her, the one that made him want to play, the one that made him want to stay at her home with her tonight. he'd been without her for a night, he just didn't like that any more. sleeping next to her had started becoming his habit even maybe. he couldn't leave her by herself, not when she was down. and he just wanted to be with her... his biwi, his mate. how simple that longing, how beautiful.

of course, he initiated it all with an asr offensive.

"3... 2.. 1..." said a dashing tycoon, arrayed on his office chair with a snazzy red file (he can make a cheap plastic file look sort of exciting, how how how)... and she floated back up to his castle, looking tremulous. she was in a fix as he had known she would be.

"hi..." said he, not even looking up.

"so khushi kumari gupta singh raizada.. tum wapas yahan.. what happened?" so, kkgsr, you came back, what happened?... he enquired feigning innocence, she knew he knew of course.

she'd sworn she wouldn't ask him for help and so she stammered. khushi never asked herself why she went straight to arnav ji after being denied a loan by shukla ji and happy ji. (a stray thought: both the house owner and and the caterer were called shukla ji. why, i wonder, no shortage of names out there, this seems deliberate... two essentials of life, food and shelter, are called shukla... very thoughtful..

a word that means fair/white. shukla paksha is the phase of the waxing moon, a sense of positivity in it, of growth.)

a sense of a homing pigeon i got. and a wife who was exercising her huq without even realising it. isn't that how it should be?

"hu... hu..." she stammered.

"hu... happy singh.. kaise hain woh?" hu.. happy singh.. how is he, exclaimed her tormentor with a smile.

when khushi tried to say the rent was what had brought her here. he made fun of her.

"kir... kir...? oh... kirana store!"

he was out to goad her today. get her to accept that she had a huq over him, and she couldn't live without him.

"batane ki jaldi nahin hai... mere paas bahut time hai... relax!" no need to rush, take your time, relax... knowing full well she did not have time, just twenty four hours.

"aaw..." he pretended to suddenly realise... you don't have time.

they fought, they wrangled. she was hurting, she felt perhaps even more riled seeing he was quite amused... you must be finding it entertaining watching this happen... how can you not care knowing the plight of bua ji...

he cut in and said, but that is exactly what he was doing... caring.. taking responsibility, paying the rent.

then he said,

"buchyoudid'nle-me... so!"

i had to go a bit crazy at that dilli amriki accent, that cool, that chaotic word... buchyoudid'nle-me. uff.

and then came a question no one had expected him to ask... asr always says things the way he sees them, he's sharp and he notices things. he understood, her whole attitude indicated a certain kind of ghamand/arrogance and ego too.

in a set of refreshing profile shots in close up, an intensity in them, he asked her,

"tum kahti ho ki mujhme bahut ego hai.. ghamand hai! kabhi apne baare mein socha hai? tumme ego nahin hai kya? agar nahin hai toh ask me for help..."

you say i am egositic, arrogant. have you thought about yourself? don't you have plenty ego? if you don't, ask me for help.

it was such an out of the blue thing to get into. and again very husband wife like this face off. only he could have said this to her perhaps, sensing her much more, reading her much better than others. lovers seep into each other maybe as time goes by, a knowledge in them about the other the rest of the world can't glean.

"zor se bolne mein sharam aa rahi hai toh mere kaan mein whisper karo...
tum mang sakti ho... wife ho tum meri... huq banta hai tumhara."
if you're feeling shy to say it out loud, whisper it in my ear... you can ask, you're my wife. this is your right.

how badly he wanted her to claim her right. claim him. never leave.

"kya kar sakti ho tum mere liye..." what can you do for me, he asked, his voice rife with insinuation. she glared at him, but had to step back as he came forward. lovely point to bring in that asr khushi signature forward retreat.

it was decided she would work for him for 24 hours to earn the required rs 24,000. kkgsr was not going to take handouts, she'd slog and make the money. though the presentation was comedy oriented, light... there was always an undertow of moving feelings and that uncontrollable attraction.

action shifted to bua ji's, asr having decided he didn't want any "natak" in his office. the most frothy and funny exchange between an irritating but doting husband and a girl most sad and angry and frustrated and in pyaar followed.

can i think of anyone else, any other pair of actors, who could have pulled off that biwi nahin ban sakti par tv toh ban sakti ho segment with such a light and irreverent air. and so sexily. many might have been able to express the humour. but that raging, riveting sensuality?

and just before that, a call to di. after making sure all is well with her, with a slight smile and a gentle air he asked, "also, di, main yeh check karna chah raha tha is it okay agar aaj raat main yahin stay back karoon, i mean, i'll be back tomorrow morning."

i was also wanting to check if it's okay if i stay back here tonight, i mean, i'll be back tomorrow morning.

why am i falling for this man again. how sweet is he... just wants to hang around with his jhalli for a while...

fabulous the way barun and sanaya executed the sequence in her bedroom. he buzzes around ignoring her. she follows him around, but not meekly, making faces and cursing under her breath instead.

"oait..." uff the asr "wait!" command is given.

ek do rules are spoken about. smiling is mandatory. and khushi can't get angry, then the deal is off.

she asked archly what she should call him. maybe laad governor.

"actually, arnav is fine!" came the simple response. this man never wanted a seven steps behind wife, he is too much of a man for that.

when i'd seen this sequence the first time, i'd thought as with the "shoshan" scene, all that khushi was saying, making up... it had some meaning, part of back story. but that was not the case.

he badgered her, pushed her, perhaps his way of begging her to surrender, who knows.

when he told her to dance, she protested before accepting the inevitable.

"s..salman khan wala step dikhai.. ah ah"
see the s...salman khan steps... ah ah.

a funny nuance there... the moment she names another man that she likes, her ankle twists. was that arnav singh raizada's subconscious explosion at the mention of another man...😆 never thought of it that way.. nice..

the sparks sort of came careening out and caused destruction? one will never know.

"khushi!!" what one will, however, instantly know is how much and more than that this man loved and wanted this woman.

khushi is coming apart, it's been a tough couple of days, she doesn't want to leave him but she's decided she must, the very thought is painful, the burden wears her down. and then this new friction caused by her husband... and that heartless kidding around of his...

"khushi, i'm sorry i hurt you..." the voice has lost all play. asr is remorseful. he really can't see her hurt, can he.

rabba vey plays as a payal comes into view and fingers touch the part hurting, almost reverentially placing her foot on the bed.

an quiet simple conversation... one minute thrust and parry of a deal being won and then suddenly this beauty.

"tum ye hamesha pehenti ho..." you wear this always, don't you. i thought, there comes hamesha.

"hamehsa..." said khushi. now a wondering evocative look in her eyes.

"hamari amma ka hai..." it's my mother's payal, she said as if explaining to him... including him.

"yaad hai.. tumne ek baar bataya tha... they're beautiful."
i remember... you'd said it once... they're beautiful.

no game... suddenly just no game.

just an interlude in rabba vey. with memories of diwali and murmurs of love right here. she is again in red and he in his dark suit.

my heart sort of lightened as he lifted her up in his arms.

then that slip and they fell.

she'd been willing to go to any hadd to bring him back from a terrifying kidnap. he is determined to do anything and everything to bring her back from a decision that would part them forever.

a thought
barun sobti looked totally handsome of course, but who looked really deadly today was asr. that feeling which guided him and illuminated his actions, it certainly added to his already formidable good looks today, making him even more irresistible. a man so beautifully in love.

and remember... no sugar.
😛

You caught the feel so very well indi...its all about that pati- patni thing.. their need/love layered with ego.. this must be one of my most favs.. for reasons that can be explained/ unexplained..

he came back full force asr.. the asr we know.. we loved.. no sugar wala.. can play game real cruel yet his need for her so much factual, perceptible.. i remember many were mad at him how he could be so cruel and supposedly seeking pleasure in pushing her into further troubles.. but would he have really left her family on road ..i doubt.. he was playing his natural game.. the way he knows to win.. becos this is a do or die game.. and he can't be some one who he is just not.. sweet lover boy.. i was so damn elated that the writers retained asr in the all the imp matter.. to win her back..

Humor is my fav genre.. remember very early in the office when he asks "what is my name" she retorts "aap bhool gaye kya"😆.. i enjoyed Khushi's humor so much.. how can anyone sanely not succumb when he, looking feverishly handsome, plays on with her?

I guess during the past few days MAMR shooting was still on.. he was visibly tired.. special care was taken for his make up in this epi.. also, I notice cameras to be relatively dull in GH ambience .. could be light issues..

Highlighted some of the lines i loved..

thank you indi..

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Posted: 9 years ago

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Originally posted by: Horizon

Ah..can't believe took me all this while to get here and read indi... but glad I did finally.. and also glad that you managed to be alive and healthy to write more and more..😃

Loved your commentary on how their mood swung in this episode.. as you said in the end..quite a few things happened in the span of 20 min with variety of tones between them..you are right.. it felt very real not like a drama..Her hurt and confusion..to be or not to be.. so much palpable... so was his total bewilderment..

He felt so real... all pure and so much into her.. taking their love..urge and that zaroorath each other for granted..as he should be logically/ emotionally after the clifftop as u said.. but I did understand her pain... there was a need to address/ nullify that contract thing between them once for all..his disbelief at her departure here felt akin to her shock/ disbelief that fateful night when her until a min ago prince charming dragged her to the pool side and brazenly proposed a 6 month relationship..she indeed seem to be giving a tit for tat... But I could connect with him more at both instances.

Fuzzy writing indeed he forgetting about that contact.. but some how that fell in place to feel his passion, dedication and loyalty for their relationship .. that he forgot everything else.. that contract never really mattered.. beautifully said, indu... yeah, he forgot all else, only this mattered... he did so love her.
Elegants edits.. esp in the GH..cleaving..nice choice of word..and yes she did seem to be curbing that rush to cave in...
great reading indi.. thank you..

thanks, indu, for reading.

i hope to finish writing for all 398 and after 310, every few will be long takes i hope, especially for the sake of the reader. 😆

her pain is totally understandable... especially given his vicious words to her re shyam never going astray had she not come along.. and then to make matters worse (when he is trying to make it better paradoxically) bringing up the contract to keep her back. she had really perhaps thought all that was over, but now it comes rushing at her and suffocates her in terrible ways. her quandary - that intense need she has for him, that love, is almost in direct conflict with her hurt, her her vulnerability, her abhiman. while all of it is because she loves so much.

but somehow, i too connected with him more practically every time. was the reason quite simple? he is a more powerful actor? she is magnificent in many places, but he reaches a spot almost no one ever has... for me that is.

also by not letting her say, she is mad at him, hurt, terribly so, and making her say instead, actually she is okay and that totally bizarre something about what can't be changed, can be made to change or something a few episodes back, they made it even more confusing. as a human being and a woman, i could sense her turmoil of emotions and the reason for it, but the writing never got us there. pity.

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indi52

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Posted: 9 years ago

#665

Originally posted by: Horizon

You caught the feel so very well indi...its all about that pati- patni thing.. their need/love layered with ego.. this must be one of my most favs.. for reasons that can be explained/ unexplained.. yeah, after thousands of words i concede, the best things are unexplained, that's what makes them so precious.

he came back full force asr.. the asr we know.. we loved.. no sugar wala.. can play game real cruel yet his need for her so much factual, perceptible.. i remember many were mad at him how he could be so cruel and supposedly seeking pleasure in pushing her into further troubles.. but would he have really left her family on road ..i doubt.. he was playing his natural game.. the way he knows to win.. becos this is a do or die game.. and he can't be some one who he is just not.. sweet lover boy.. i was so damn elated that the writers retained asr in the all the imp matter.. to win her back..
Humor is my fav genre.. remember very early in the office when he asks "what is my name" she retorts "aap bhool gaye kya"😆.. i enjoyed Khushi's humor so much.. how can anyone sanely not succumb when he, looking feverishly handsome, plays on with her?
I guess during the past few days MAMR shooting was still on.. he was visibly tired.. special care was taken for his make up in this epi.. also, I notice cameras to be relatively dull in GH ambience .. could be light issues..
Highlighted some of the lines i loved..
thank you indi..

thanks, indu.

"feverishly handsome"... pagal ladki, planning to kill me or what. 😆

yeah, that's how he gets into getting a deal, the more important the deal the more deadly the game, and here... you are right, matter of life and death. if anyone thinks he will be sweet and come with flowers, they really don't know arnav singh raizada, do they. i also always felt, khushi is excited by his shatir, deal making, slightly bizarre side. that breathlessness she feels around him is a gift of that asr-ness. or hmmm maybe it excites indi and she has decided khushi lubs it too. 😆

yes, his "natural game"... i am about to write 310, and oh how beautiful the game gets when he calls it by its name, says he is abandoning it and makes his most irrefutable move. check mate time.

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Posted: 9 years ago

#666

episode 310

"kamse kam..."

"dus din tak. right? problem sirf dus din ki hai? hai na?"

for at least...

for ten days. right? the problem is only of ten days? isn't it?

that "hai na," decibel dropping, taken into the breath, eyes growing more tortured, pain not adequately hidden by anger, a dreadful wait in the air... hit a point in me.

how much can a person love another. how terribly real can a fight get. the night i saw this the first time, i almost couldn't breathe in that suffocation in a little pink room in lakshminagar where a man and a woman faced a pain that had to be faced and tussled almost unto death in the way only two lovers can. the fight was so real, i wanted to make my husband see it... the colour, temperature, insanity, abrasion, and yes hellish need in it... all of it was like it really is. if one has bothered to fall in love, that is. not the politically correct, this is how it should be love but the straight from the gut, this is how it is love.

there were many things that went a little off the rails in ipk, but i always felt, its understanding of love between a man and a woman, was beyond what most art/literature/popular writing/movies... anyone has given us.

ipk never fudged or "curated" this emotion, exhibiting only what we want to see... it often showed us what we really don't wish to see. not if we are all in this happy "escape to romance" mode that our stressed out crazy world almost makes us slip into.

the hindi soap, as it's evolved, is seen as an easy "escape" vehicle. you don't get on the ride to watch what is true or real... even when we say we do... because we know soon enough, it will start showing unbelievable things, and really i don't wish to list them, but you know what i mean.

so what made ipk want to leave that path and get right into the nature of an emotion even the greatest writers find hard to explain all the way through? serious writing - quasimodo, wuthering heights, dracula, east of eden, for some reason leap to mind and there are more - told me from a very young age, even as i read the abridged versions, that love is totally complex and yes, it has an underbelly, a dark side, if you will... it's a full complete canvas, not just flowery and serene but torn and storm tossed, at times wretched, unjust, downright wrong. i can practically see kay/diane keaton looking at michael/al pacino as he transforms and takes his father's place as the godfather. she knows she has lost the michael she has known, but she really can't stop loving him... she may leave so she can live with herself but she will never ever be able not to love him... and he, the murderer, the mafia boss, the man who can kill his own sister's husband... in his place of love, a holder of extreme innocence. that's love i guess, you can't box it, label it, prettify it and say, this is how it's done.

but really, why did a hindi serial want to get into the gut of it... perhaps a rapport beyond the said and stated ones grew between writers and actors and directors, an excitement as they sensed something was too pure and timeless to make ordinary just for trp...

perhaps there came that compulsion a creative artist feels to go a particular direction because that is where salvation lies... and for a while you forget this bedard duniya where paisa is all and paisa above all is power. arnav singh raizada was never wrong about that. it is a sickeningly numbingly money crazy world and love is highly devalued... here you don't show anything remotely real in a classic escape vehicle.

yet they did.

asr really was not all nice and wonderful... oh he had magnificence in his positive traits, but he had a dark place in him as well... and many things he did almost instinctively came touching those spots. had his parents not died the way they did, had his uncle not betrayed, he may have not become as hardened as he is, but would he be a gentle sweet guy running around loving di and chirpily being the rich kid with a heart of gold? something tells you "nahiiin." inherent in him certain things. he is the deal maker, he is shatir, and games he will play... he may also believe in the power of wealth, even without that tragedy underscoring it.

and khushi kumari gupta, she broken in her own way, covering all with laughter, her sanka though i think was a real inborn trait 😃... she too had her flaws, her fears... and she fell for a real rakshas, didn't she? why? why didn't he turn her off ? never in her rational moments she may have factored in this volatile attraction to a man who was in no way like her... he didn't even believe in god, such a fundamental difference, one most can't come to terms with. and he damn well believed money had an important place in life (which, wonderfully enough, he never quite stopped believing, that lovely fight during diwali post marriage about her not having a clue of real life... so husband wife sigh). while she tried to believe it didn't matter, she did have her own slightly crazy relationship with money, didn't she? i can't really see it as money doesn't matter. it's more about a struggle to understand exactly what its place is in her life. she wondered so rigorously how she could have fallen for a man so terrible, for whom she only felt nafrat...and yet that nafrat had become something else and the basis of a relationship she couldn't break...

ipk took us to the dhadkan of pyaar and made us feel its being. from the most delicate to the most excessive thing in it was explored. a sense of its vastness built up over time. had we just seen them in episode one, we'd have known the power of this emotion, how it calls. had we seen only till episode 22, we'd have felt the pul of this feeling, the song in it. had we seen only till 24 we'd have known how unseen and unknown to the rational mind it thunders in and pours all over us. but we didn't stop there, we went past guesthouse, teej, diwali, new year, sangeet, a temple with sindoor and mangalsutra, holi,... and beyond... and now we are here.

she is determined to leave him. he is hellbent on never letting that happen.

she is part of him, he must woo her back, he knows he has hurt her. though it takes him a day to figure out what she's up to. the moment he gets it, he goes into his natural reaction to a challenge. had she talked to him about things, he might have thought of doing things another way. but she has walked out on him. is arnav singh raizada terribkly hurt by that? perhaps that's why, he instantly decides to view this as a challenge and a need in him to win. she is not exactly moolrajani or chacha ji... but even then, when hurt, when stung... he gets into asr space, where sab kuch mere control mein hai... what he wants will happen.

he has seen his world collapse once. he will do everything in his power to not let it happen again. a terrible need for control sometimes does come over us when we have had to struggle with the consequences of everything going out of control.

he's going to win... the game excites him... it gives him the ideas that will ensure he is victor. till he understood what was going on, he was frazzled, sure something was wrong, but not exactly what. now he knows and he is instantly on alert, making his return move.

we are seeing them after two whole days of extreme game playing by the man in love and at times his paramour too. pain and hurt have shaded these playful, sensually charged episodes.

when 310 started with the water and electricity problem unleashed by the new landlord (okay, serialish writing), and she made faces and rushed off to get water from the tubewell, then he appeared and baited her, i had no idea where it would all go.

he was really in control and she angry, helpless. then the water fell... and suddenly, when he saw the droplets on her skin something unplanned happened. he had to reach out and touch her... he looked drugged almost... that need for her rising, below that outer layer of confidence and play. he is really not functioning too well, is he? and she... troubled, hurting, and feeling his need, needing him.

a moment that halts all thought.

"aap aise kyun hain?"

"tum jaanti ho ki main aise kyun hoon."

she asked him why he is the way he is, his answer touched me... you know why i am like this.

she knows, she knows him, yet she loves him, he wants her to know him, never leave him... he is the way he is... she has the ability to love him as he is. and she perhaps even knows he can't live without her.

words are said on a verandah on a bright lovely day, where many other words have been said and heard and hurt and loved... and all around, the air murmurs with meaning and mutterings you can't hear clearly, but you feel them, everything is rich with the unsaid and the not shown. art indeed lies in concealing art. and two actors are taking a scene to a place who ever thought it could go to.

he has cheated to win already, deliberately dropping her little pot of water, it's clear that he is not playing by any rules... he will do what it takes to get her back... fair unfair have no place in this pyaar. i like the sudden bursts of sound the director brings in, and that water sloshing now, and then later when her matkas fall... a sense of outburst, of dam bursting there, and extreme unrest. i think of the day he had a terrible headache and the tin of flour slipped and fell and created an explosion... explosions here too. the material reflecting a state of mind.

deceptive is the banter at the beginning. he is trying not to erupt maybe. and she is struggling not to lose her resolve.

"uh ho too late!"

"waise tum bahar kyun gayi thi... apni kismat likhne?"
so why did you go out, to write your own kismet?

"dar toh nahin lagega, kyunki aaj raat main bhi toh nahin rahoonga... tumhara haath pakadne ke liye..."
you won't feel scared (in the dark), will you... because i won't be there to hold your hand...

ziddi jo ho!
stubborn that you are!

(yes, she is, and that is one of her flaws, she also can act in a terribly unilateral way when she feels pushed to a point. she decided on her own that she couldn't tell anyone about shyam, not even him, not even when she loved him... she has now walked out without saying anything, she will do this later too on the issue of arav... real people are not perfect and you don't love people because they are perfect... a serial shows us that. and does it so well, that it possibly will actually help us understand and feel love in our own lives. it certainly brings love to centre stage in a world that has gone loopy and ridiculous about money, and makes it terribly attractive to young people. and it has done so without saying the material doesn't matter.)

mere saath ghar aa jao... that's all you have to do.
come home with me, that's all you have to do.

yeah, mere saath... with me... all this to just bring her home. of course, not realistic, but reading of character and how each of us reacts in a situation, just beautiful.

keen dialogue writers and screenplay people have designed this intensely emotional piece. where there is no big deal "action" as such... but yet worlds seem to collide, universes realign.

he throws an ultimatum of barbad and walks out. she comes running after him and gives in.

oh that faint faint trace of triumphant smile

"phir se kaho..." say it again, he commands. how much he wants her how much.

and then the claim, i am always sahi... remember i am arnav singh raizada.

but she is khushi kumari gupta singh raizada. and she is just buying time. a wonderful crossing over of two strains of longing...

he says,

"tumhe wapas lakar rahoonga, khushi, contract khatam hone se pehle!"
i will bring you back, khushi, before the end of that contract!

she avers,

"nahin aaoongi... jab tak contract khatam na ho jata tab tak wapas nahin aaooongi!" i won't come... till the contract is over i won't come.

what is khushi saying really? isn't she saying, that his mentioning the contract has bothered her greatly. and if she comes back it will be after that period is over so he can never say that again and accepts her as she is who she is and forever, also accepts he was wrong. isn't she really telling us how hurt she is? for whatever reasons, writers never chose to explain too much, made it more fabulous i thought. and i read it that way, rather than she is actually leaving him...

this is ongoing communication between lovers, not always conducted in parliamentary language. often pretty unfathomable.

when he returned to get her, she played her silly game... he knew she was there. of course, he'd know.

she is in a terrible quandary, a mess really, he too. how quick the swing from anger to extreme concern when he sees that clumsy bundle of bandage. beautiful music on "what happened... kya hua..." and oh his tone of voice.

but just as quickly he is onto the game.

when he gets up and begins to walk away, i wonder. then that kick on the door.

who thought of that fascinating bit. melodramatic, yet just right there. and very asr like... he is an intensely emotional man. and he knows she will run when he hurts himself... she is willing to die for him but she won't come home. yeah, love.

"arnav ji! aap theek toh hain..." arnav ji, are you okay! khushi shows love desperately and at last, perhaps that's all she wants to show anyway but can't.

"tum gir gai thi na... tumhare pair mein toh chot lagi thi?" you'd fallen hadn't you, you'd hurt your foot... his voice is silky smooth angry furious hurt sarcastic mad. love is not an easy thing to fall in. you want to hate her, you want to tell her you know what her game is, you want to yell, i won... but you can't, not without showing your need, you absolute love.

i am seeing master actors interpreting a script that says one thing, means several other things too.

she does as he thought she would. they rave and rant at each other, he threatens to take her home carrying or dragging, kheechkar... yeah, no political correctness is happening here. those who seek that must leave now.

he tells her, she can't lie to him. is it a command or a plea? she had in khushi like sanka told him earlier when he had wanted her to face him, that she can't look at him because it hurts her foot... only kkg.

"meri taraf dekho!" look at me.

"kyun dekhen!" why should i.

they both knew she couldn't look him in the eye and lie and that he'd read the truth.

she now mumbles about how for a few days she can't walk... till...

and he suddenly can't let this go on any more. everything gets stock still intense. he mentions the ten days. the contract.

there's suddenly no hidden game, the cards are on the table.

"kamse kam..." for at least.

"dus din tak. right? problem sirf dus din ki hai? hai na?"for ten days. right? the problem is only of ten days? isn't it?

"yeh sab tum contract ki wajah se kar rahi ho na..." you're doing this because of the contract, aren't you. she looks at him, her eyes troubled, misery on her face.

"bache hue dus din yahan rehna chahti ho... taki tumhe humari shaadi se azadi...m-" he can't complete the sentence... the last few days you want to spend here, so that you can get freedom from our marriage... but after azadi, he can't say "get"... he just can't.

"khushi, yeh sab hone dogi tum?" khushi, you'll let this happen? suddenly the absolute vulnerability of this man who looks like he is in control. she always had that power over him. it's in her hands... he may be one to err but she? yeh sab tum hone dogi? perhaps deep inside, khushi makes him feel all will be well... her sunny happy bright can do spirit restores his faith and heals broken bits in him? she sets things right... how can she let this happen?

"hamari... shadi yuhin khatam hone dogi?" you'll let our marriage end just like that? oh arnav singh raizada, why are you so beautiful in love? why are you such a splendid creature.

"kaisi shadi... humne jo kiya wo shadi nahin dhoka tha... ek sauda tha..." what marriage! what we did was not a marriage, it was a deal. khushi is too hurt to read what is so very apparent in her mate's voice. she is not able to walk out of that quagmire of pain. so she hurls at him, what is so true at one level.

this was the contract episode. the midpoint of a track which meant to go to the heart of the thing, starting that night when he accused her and later brought up the contract again.

the return to that terrible moment of cleaving in their lives. i had a sense that that was the initial plan, to show them work out the many nuances of that egregious contract and its consequences... but after it had been written and a lot of the shooting done, plans changed.

dadi came into the picture...

and with voice overs inserted (why did he suddenly decide to take her home the next day, for example), track went in another direction.

had this track continued, we'd have had the delve into the contract that would have been hypnotically powerful i have no doubt. it needed resolution. i can almost see asr standing in the drawing room and declaring what he had done and why... again holding khushi's hand, and this time not letting anyone slap her. he did prevent a slap but for a trp generating remarriage.

"ab dus dine mein sharte khatam, sauda khatam aur baki sab bhi..." she couldn't complete the sentence now. in ten days, the conditions are over, the deal is over and everything else is...

"khatam..." over, he said.

"itta easy hai tumhare liye..." it's so easy for you? said the powerful man who writes his own destiny and doesn't bow before anyone, to the one without whom he could not breathe. not really.

his itta was beautiful... colloquial, showing a tenderness and brokenness...

"ab hamara in sab baaton se koi matlab nahin hai..." all this means nothing to me, she tried to sound firm, for she was falling apart.

"koi matlab nahin hai?" means nothing? his words had been thrown back at him... and i began to look at his condition... i feared for him. this man knows no halfway type of feeling... he'd go under i thought. where was his gussa, i wished it would step in and save him.

it did.

"ok, sure kuch discuss nahin karte hain..." okay, let's not discuss anything, let's just wait here, and explain all to your family... get a divorce... we have witnesses here too. as she flinched at the turn of events, he pushed... he needed to close this deal badly. and yet perhaps a part of him had snapped, he was beyond caring. they fought on as lovers do.

"tum kya wajah dene wali thi... kuch jhoot bolti na... for a change ab sach bolte hain..." what were you going to say, perhaps a lie? now let's tell them the truth. khushi does tell lies when she thinks she needs to... while lies are anathema to him...

and we come to that unspeakably smooth writing and asr khushi moment.

"ab kissi ke saath bhi koi games nahin khelte hain!'' now let's not play any games with anyone, says he.

khushi instantly knows, the deadliest move in the game has been made and she knows her man well enough to know what to say next,

"kya chahiye aapko?" what do you want?

"ghar chalo... mere saath," come home... with me.

love... many ways of saying how badly you are in it. how madly.

"dus din ke baad kya hoga mujhe usse faraq nahin padta." what will happen after ten days makes no difference to him.

yeah, this was definitely the contract track.

changed to remarriage.

contract would have ended with a beautiful private ceremony between the two as many many of us had felt.

i love 310. the last five minutes are not acting or on a screen. it's happened. it's here. and the rest is heady, gorgeous man woman and a feeling, wonderfully written, directed, portrayed. it's a landmark episode to me. after this something went missing from ipk... even though no one could ever really say "sharte khatam, sauda khatam aur baki sab bhi..."

"khatam."

have we ever seen such real emotions on a screen... so real you feel it, you're in it, you're interpreting dialogues beyond what they say and going where who knows but you got to keep going.

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^^^

aaargh, not being able to post edits... will do so in a bit.

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episode 311

the kurta was itchy, that was the best thing about it. it felt real. it allowed asr to be like himself... grumbling a bit, impatient, just doing something for someone he loves.

"bhaiya, kapde kyun nahin badal lete..."

the servant suggested helpfully, watching his employer pulling at his kurta sleeve, it was clearly not comfortable. perhaps hp was worried, this will have an adverse effect on the volatile temper of his employer. as it is, things were never easy. or maybe he was plain concerned and knew the man's bark is much worse than his bite.

"jitna kaha hai utna karo!"

that little pause and irritation, then the snapped out command. this was perhaps my most favourite moment in the episode.

ah the difference, as the song said, a day makes. on 1 august, we have one of my most favourite episodes with spectacular writing, direction, music, and of course, acting.

it was clear even there, that story was being suddenly changed. this episode is taking us in the direction of what (or should i say, who) is to come. but why does it feel like a magician did a quick sleight of hand and made away with all the inspiration and creative genius that was so apparent only a day ago.

the bilackbuster surprije was this completely lacklustre, almost pedestrian feel of this episode.

even barun in kurta couldn't change things.

there was raksha bandhan. you had to remember the beauty of the past one. and lament that nothing here came even remotely close. despite reminder by nk of papad ka tukda. he said dukhda... sadnness, somehow felt apt. and sorry rakesh bandhan was not funny.

akash came back from his mysterious bombay trip... no he would not meet the unmarried daughter of bua ji (or someone) that khushi had hinted at to the doctor. instead, we'll all meet dadi... the newly conjured up character of ipkknd. a desperate trp seeking turn.

i again noticed, how pretty deepali looked and how carelessly payal was thrust aside into a non-part. payal and khushi make a great combination and she and akash were a not bad jodi, their restaurant scene and others during early days were always good to watch. some day, would like to find out who decided they would dump this set of actors.

mami ji looked deadly... but i did miss mama ji. somehow at rakhee, it all seemed incomplete minus him. as it is, no sign of op anymore. sigh.

khushi looked suddenly completely happy, as if all the angst of the contract marriage were over. just the night before, she'd called their marriage a "sauda" and now all she wants to do is see di happy... get together with nk and manipulate arnav ji. funny... was that really khushi?
even her saree and make up were not her today. there's that rather sweet scene with her favourite things and pearls coming up next episode, wish she were wearing something nice... this hard heavy look... wonder whose idea. and why.

asr wore a kurta for his sister from his unused collection, aww he sounded sweet saying that. maybe he is so relieved to have got khushi back home that he is in one of those rare good moods. and yeah, he knows di is feeling particularly wretched these days, so maybe he would do that for her. i wished it were a beautiful, loose and elegant white khadi kurta with guru collar.

and. no. no. no. embroidery.

i suppose di would buy such a thing for him though. can't say he looked bad either. but the thought of him in a khadi white kurta causes palpitations. also, this watch, i fell for the itchiness element. nice detail.

"humey toh yakeen hi nahi ho raha... yeh tum hi ho?" i can't believe it... is it really you, asked di.

"pata nahin... not sure..." said her brother in this fabulous way of his. i wondered if barun wrote that dialogue.

first time round i had no idea where everything was headed and how asr would be pushed around by his writers and director, the channel... maybe the actor realised only too well and his wariness prompted him to say it the way he did. thankfully, no matter how much sugary sweet was added to the khadoos, his actor held on and kept him going till 398. so no, asr... it is you indeed... we're pretty sure. hume pata hai.

every time i watch i feel the sadness. the sudden yank in this 311 that says, something is not right.. something is off... what could it be. soon enough, we found out.

anjali is acting weirder than ever, but i suppose, she is feeling more and more vulnerable each day, as the pregnancy progresses and her need for the man she refuses to be rational about gets more pronounced.

the other dialogue that had me grinning came of course from the one and only lady after my dil... our dear mami.

"bhat say, khoon bhari tang?"

hayee, the lady ij too cools.

and got to say, man in teeka never fails to bring on acidity.

irritated asr yelling at aman... sigh, i feel a bit better already.

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Came here after sooo long.. and are we at those episodes of pati patni haq?! ufff now I need some water to cool down too.

I remember reading some old posts on IF when I wasn't a member. Someone in blast (Ami I think) had commented about that water trickling down Khushi's neck. And I thought in my mind. "I need to start talking to this people. Where else in the world would people notice these minute details in a hindi tv serial? And where else will a single moment fill them with such elation?"

Indi di thank you for continuing to write. Indu di thank you for continuing to say things in this fashion to give me dhak dhak attacks.

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episode 312

why didn't she tell nani about di... and why is she talking aloud in this heavy sort of way? khushi is not feeling like herself somehow... a saviour angle is clearly in. the achhi bahu syndrome has come and attacked the writing and the character. can anyone save her? even arnav ji need not be told, instead lots of managing of laad governor.

he of course yelled. which was good.

the impatient man in kurta most itchy at least feels like someone i know. earlier, hp got it again... "maine kaha tha na tumse bulane ke liye"... didn't i tell you to call her. obviously time killing is going on... poor writers how they suffer.

when he sees her at last, he snaps, "khushi... what the hell! kahan thi tum??" where were you?

she tried to mollify him with some so called humour.

"apni yeh stoopid jokes bandh karo," stop cracking these stoopid jokes of yours. ah, the first stoopid of the episode. let's celebrate. thing is, our delhi boy says stoopid exactly the way i do, and for me, that was the word of this episode.

"aur kamre mein chalo. now!" and come to the room. now! okay, i would understand if khushi's knees buckled at that.

the sequence in the dark is what i liked the most this episode. i always enjoy their scenes in the dark. they seem to touch spaces not reachable in bright light. in 64 when the power went as he walked in and he stormed to the kitchen, a glittering in the quality of those scenes, later at diwali, later still, the nights of gh, then hut, telepathy...

i wondered though why the opening on this dark scene. perhaps it was because writers knew what was to come was not quite asr khushi, so they wanted a few moments that were them.

"careful!" he yelled, of course she would have dashed against something.

then he teased in that possessive sort of way, even when the lights are on, is her dimag ki batti? then he complained about nk's stoopid idea...

his sis apparently had already been won over by the jewellery he got her, this "stoopid idea" say softly oh softly yet as i die... this "stoopid surprise" all that was unnecessary.

they fight like kids. nice... are they both so relieved to be back here in this room together that a lightness must bounce about, out of control.

yet, the scene doesn't get all the way to the beauty it might have reached, because where they had left off at 310... needed some talk, some resolution... and it really couldn't all be done with just the giving of a pearl string, even if it said many things.

"koi kissiko issme dekhkar khush kyun hoga?" why should anyone be happy seeing someone in this, he said of the kurta. one part of you has got to agree with him.

he tricks her into admitting it was her idea... she stares at him, to use a word from my kids world, powned. by shatir man in stoopid kurta.

rabba vey gently floats in and a moment starts getting made. i am close to tears, all this silliness, one must love it.

"look a' me!" says the man. what? how can anyone sound that sexy that tender that... you know.

then the cutest line, nice dialogue and totally concentration destroying, "jitni baar turn karta hoon lagta hai ki loose hokar yeh pajama gir jaayga."

every time i turn, i think the pyjama will fall off.

"phir bhi pehen kar rakkha hai.. kabhi socha hai kyun?" i'm wearing it still... ever thought, why?

a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"iss liye!" whisper that "this is why" yes. a lovely asr way to express love... not for di at all this kurta, it's really to make khushi happy, make her smile and perhaps to make her go slightly crazy too?

on the other hand, the gift scene and that pat pearl string in the middle of it, somehow did not feel very asr. and khushi's reaction felt overdone. i think maybe they were rushing toward dadi and wanted to "close loops." i am not very good at this artificial closing of stories... if it comes naturally it's a blessing. otherwise, it jars.

here the way it was done, felt too thickly sweet.

but the pearls are always evocative. i wish they had connected it to that scene of pearls scattering in episode 2, not just her dream. a string of pearls... a dream... a nightmare. this is their story, beyond the payal, the key... beyond everything.. he sought forgiveness perhaps... and she would give it to him anyway...

why did i sigh like that as he strolled up to her. i knew many shots had been taken separately, including the solos just gone by, i knew there were doubles, and yet i sighed... i listened to the strains of rabba vey and nothing felt more right. the acting always managed to rise above flaws... a subtle and deep interpretation from barun i thought.

a boy and a girl that were never going to meet but they did. he had torn her pearl dori once, terrified her, done wrong... and he had hurt her...

they said nothing and their story was told again... though now in a different place in their journey; when he reaches to wipe her tears, a remorse on his face, a lot is being said, no matter if doubles are there, wrong hands... but that hardening jaw that eyes intense, the girl with a vulnerable expectant air...

and he stepped forward taking her into his arms... this time as if in gratitude. she had returned to him, even if he had hurt her perhaps forever...

he drew her close... that earnest look on his face i will remember long. she was his precious, his rarest freshest most lustrous treasure.. she was his love... he the ocean, turbulent, vast, where she would always be safe.

in the background, krishna in a tanjore painting (in asr's room? not likely. maybe director wanted krishna in this moment so plonked it in merrily). before that he was there in the name of a mithai shop... kishen lal mithaiwala. nice touch... hai re nand kissore.

a crucial shot without doubles, she holds the pearls.

but despite all of that, something essential went missing. perhaps it was the urgency to change track, perhaps it was the idea itself.

in the morning... hey hey... a man sits looking at the woman he loves sleeping in their bed.

i remember this scene raised a storm in the forum. had they? hadn't they? had "it" been done? i think the c word, as in consummation, made its appearance then and never quite left us.

i have to say, i never thought the scene in any way hinted at them having had sex. and even if they had, never really mattered that much... till in 318 they went haywire on the issue.

i just saw a man's desire, and perhaps a woman's awakening to it. at last free of all sorts of things that held them back, they could just be a man and a woman together and revel in it. he was clearly enjoying himself hugely. along with that maybe a note of triumph too. she was back home, exactly as he had planned.

this time it wasn't hp, it was nani. he had to leave.. with that, "hamari baat abhi khatam nahin hui hai..." we're not yet done.

she thought her saansey stopped.

a lot of thought had gone into this episode maybe. perhaps too much thought. too many things to do. and really important things never got done. khatam nahin hui...

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