Blast from the Past Thread #30 **The Finale... Arnav Khushi Hamesha** - Page 19

hai re nand kissore.. indi di you have raced away.. am on a stolen scooter driving fast to catch up..

Originally posted by: indi52

tug of pyaar
episode 352

Originally posted by: indi52

because of you
episode 353

"all journeys eventually end in the same place, home."
~~~~ chris geiger

Originally posted by: indi52

camera finish
episode 354

there was something so positively strange about 354, it was completely ajeeb. and i don't mean that in a nice way.

just now we have seen the struggle the two have gone through to get married. finally you have the beautiful coming to mandap, albeit somewhat late, by the tycoon... and the lovely jhalli bride throwing her arms around him in front everyone, just holding him, needing him. and he the same.

this has come after days of drama and tension. surely you can wait one episode before jumping into some crazy story involving shyam and cameras. cameras i think are an obsession with the writers, just like dawai, and why is it that shyam has these cameras up at all? and even if he has, must we see him just minutes after episode opens? oh babuji's dawai.. and di's dawai.. how does one survive without dawai?

i remember cynthia's extreme ire with the post marriage hoopla to avoid any intimate scenes between two people, now twice married to each other. is that when she wrote her fanfic? no wonder..

what is this coyness?

or was it not coyness, more a deal? had the channel allowed the writers to move away from the separation idea and have asr come to khushi at a simple cost... you must have some nefarious drama on and not let any happiness in. that way audience will be tense and trapped.



and yet, ipk writers used to be so good at balancing the good the bad and the shyam. so what happened now? guess i'll never know.

a most bland episode, like kheer without sugar. i am remembering how asr hates it and smiling. so where are those writers?



instead shyam in red on a wedding night. how pathetically boring. he sits peering at a computer while his wife comes and goes without noticing what he is seeing. she was so silly in a way with her chai and coffee and sleep soon shyamji.. haha I think thats why half the forum makes fun of her. but its terribly sad in a way.. her blind faith.. and last mad failing attempt to believe that he is the same ideal husband she adores.



khushi and asr spoke of his mother and his hurt. again, nothing touched me, though yes, the dulha looked deadly. such a pat conversation, all the so called right noises made. this show was about making the wrong things sound right, dammit.

couple of lines from one mr asr i did like.

"tum meri behen ho..."
are you my sister...

he said to nk, a weird smile in his eyes. now i have been watching this man carefully when he is with nk, he has such a glint in his eyes as the nand kissore from down under gets going. this is too cute thinks the aged aunty viewer, who has never been part of trp audience alas, for then she might have mattered.. asr is a little helpless before the loopy coz. just as he is before the lunatic bride. and this surely is true bromance.

"di ko uss aadmi ke aage kuch nazar nahin aata."
di can't see beyond this man.

he adores his sister but knows her well. and that slight irritation in his tone, so natural.

"jitni bhi giri hui harkat ho yeh insaan kar sakta hai."
however lowdown an act may be, this man can do it.

he knows his jija ji well too. i like the fact that asr learns from his mistakes. no one can ever convince him again that shyam has changed or is a good guy. he is base, that is all there is to it. human asr is, he makes mistakes, but fool he isn't.

so i am afraid, i don't think on his suhag raat, despite the cheesy linked hearts on the wall, he would waste any time talking about this and that. he would actually lay her down on the bed and start making love to her immediately. with extreme passion. am not sure about this.. I mean eventually yes.. but right now Barun conveys a real fatigue.. a kind of blank state that comes with extreme tiredness of so I sense.. For these few minutes I was content with him just sitting in his room.. even though its all jazzy and colorful and not brown anymore.. but then so is his life!

maybe the writers didn't write that only to spare poor shyam.

^^^

hahhah that vandana ladki won't let me stop. you on a scooter? give me a lift please. i am panting away and not for the right reason. 😆

"out flew the web and floated wide, the mirror cracked from side to side, the curse is upon me she cried, the lady of shalott."
~~~ lord tennyson ~~~

what a terrible night in anjali'slife.

out flew her dreams, her illusions shattered and cracked her inside, the curse was upon her, before her eyes. a curse she had held aloft and above all else, as her life's greatest blessing. she had given him the place of pati parameshwar, her god. and look how he'd turned into a demon right there. "haan, hain hum bure, bahut bure hain hum," yes, i am bad, very bad am i... the demon screamed. and anjali's eyes went numb.

he raved and admitted killing his own child, planning to murder her brother, his willingness to kill any and everybody for the money, the wealth. i wondered what she'd do, would she call back her illusions to create her perfect universe again? then i saw her hand move.


she went for the jugular. her mangalsutra. flashbacks scrolled: him changing her medicines, scattering glass for her to walk on, her miscarriage. her face scrunched up in disgust, in anger, she seemed to call upon some power hidden deep within. she tugged and tore her mangalsutra.

with one clean movement anjali singh raizada broke her ties with shyam manohar jha and claimed herself back.

it was stunning to witness.

just a string of black beads and gold, so much in it. memories of a tempestuous wedding another night. a man, fire in his eyes, deliberately tying a mangalsutra around his terrified bride's neck. One neat movement and a tie was made that would last a lifetime.



tonight, anjali at last saw in herself what we were shocked to watch her forget. she saw in her a mother. daljeet went deep to unearth anjali's complex set of emotions, thankfully it was led by rage. a rage that burns you bright and taut, the fury of a mother defiled, a wife desecrated.

she was my daughter, my raanisahiba.

don't you dare even speak of her, she is in no way a part of you.

shyam couldn't believe his eyes as his plaything turned into a a powerful opponent. gandhari had taken off the blindfold. enough, shyam, you are not going to dupe her any more. ever again.

anjali's dialogues were crafted well, it allowed her to admit she had been wrong, we heard from shyam how he'd sneak in to meet her, she didn't deny it. and no one judged her either, certainly not her brother, i was proud of him for being above that. for knowing the place of those you love in your life.



this episode reached me more than the 360. it was focused on anjali as it had to be. shyam was not the centre of the scene, he was the instrument i felt, so that we could go into anjali's dilemma and let her make her way back to the circle of love and trust she has for so long misunderstood. the girl who told everyone that they had a "vaham" lived with the most tragic of vahams. a lesson there?

the pain and insanity of it all was consuming her. something had to be done. anjali was never one to take emotional turmoil into herself like khushi and bury it inside. she needed release otherwise it would harm her. i felt terrible for this woman who had made the mistake of loving too much, loving the wrong man.

she chose her outlet. fire.

"jalaa do ise fooq dalo yeh duniya
jalaa do, jalaa do, jalaa do
fooq dalo yeh duniya
mere samne se hata lo yeh duniya"

~~~~ sahir ludhianvi, pyaasa ~~~~

burn it down, this world
burn it, burn it, burn it
blow thsi world down
remove this world from before me

he had killed her child, she made a pyre of all his belongings, his gifts, his memories and poured diesel on it. then threw in a lit match stick. there was no miracle this time, the diesel didn't become water.

yet you could see her slowly burning within, the fire will take a while to die down. i hope the innate strength and stubbornness of anjali which we glimpse at times will assert itself and help her make her world ok again.

she has to do it, he said almost serenely. tonight arnav singh raizada was not going to lose his cool. he who was known for his red hot gussa had ice in his eyes. he knew his duty was with his sister. he had to show her the truth and be there for her when it hit her hard and terrible. he stood at the back and led from there, watching di, observing shyam's every move. he knew he couldn't step in and do this for di.





this was her battle, she had to fight it on her own terms. he worried for her, yet trusted her too, plus his best representative khushi was by her side. hardly any words, very little screen time, yet he is the only image that stays in the mind. the stance, the waiting in the eyes, the striding up to take charge, the running to di now that shyam's gone he can show his worry, the gentlest yet most dependable hug. finally, the keen insight while all looked horrified. let her throw everything into that suitcase and set fire to it. she has to do it.

some say the world will end in fire,
some say ice.
from what i tasted of desire
i hold with those who favour fire.
but if it had to perish twice,
i think i know enough of hate
to say that for destruction ice
is also great
and would suffice.

a robert frost poem, quite a popular one, came to mind.



thoughts

~ i haven't watched jab we met with any concentration, don't remember the scene everyone is referring to. maybe that's why it worked for me. and i try never to ask things like where did the jerry can of kerosene come from, what will happen to the floor and why is she in a synthetic saree next to the fire? 😆

~ shyam was for me un.bear.able. for a short while the day before he was good, but alas. my heart never quakes with fear at abhaas's acting, it just shuts down, there's so much action and noise. lalit mohan was all praises for him those days... and strangely, never a good word for the male lead's interpretation. which makes the serial what it is.

~ i did think daljeet did a damn good job of further creating anjali singh raizada.

~ beautiful involvement from everyone in the fam. some meaningful lines and role next time please for akash and payalia, creatives.

~ while i'm dying to return to the romancing remarrieds, i would like to see how anjali works with her troubles and gets back. maybe a little less pooja path? little more looking at reality, a la bro.

adapted from a take on crooner.

Originally posted by: aarwen

Very beautiful picture of Khushi in this last cap.. spoke more above.

It must have been so relaxing, finally in that familiar room just the two of them..

and then comes the cameras.. and the man obsessed and his gullible wife.. Completely agree with you di.. why couldn't we get even one night of rabba ve before all this daiyya ho nonsense..

thanks so much for reading, rhea... bak bak express. 😆

so you think the man was too tired to make love instantly. hmmm... nahiiin. okay... but gosh they messed up story.

you're right about anjali. a terrible state of mind, trying hard to believe he is he is he is the good man she wants him to be. so much potential in tale, in characters. i found the sudden chucking of everything really surprising.

and do you know, even today, to watch these episoes hurts in the strangest of ways. one should be able to just flip through, but i can't.

Originally posted by: aarwen

I saw the episode and read the take and didn't want it to end Indi di.. poignant and beautiful observations about the night, the dance, those stars and that sachcha pyar.. its days like these and pretty much every day that am so extremely glad I made my way here and get to share this dizzying high of love with you all..

Have to voice 2 complains about the episode.. I don't like or understand the sad rabba ve and the lyrics that played.. and hyper Khushi from next day was so different from a Khushi I would have imagined..

thanks, rhea.

i have answered to some greens in a blue. and i am dhinka chika you say what you do.

truth is i was dreading writing this one. it was like asr murmuring "no pressure." i had to get it right. it's hilarious, sometimes i ask myself, why the h is it so important to get the take of a tv serial episode write, to get the writing right, to be in the right place inside to write the stuff? no point resisting or questioning, iot just feels like this has to be done.

khushi from that morning onward was unbearable.

they changed the sad rabba vey... the scenes were still fabulous, think that sad one was like a portent of things ti come. maha soap action. separation, etc.

Originally posted by: Horizon

Indi,

Just caught up with your 348... beautifully written.. vibrant edits.. thanks so much, indu.

apt analogy.. saccha pyar is that namak very well said. ... ony khushi/ sanaya could pull this otherwise totally ajeeb dance... he was perplexed so could have been i but for her...

Yes, the moment he stopped her is a one to die for..

Lovely connection to star gazing... in the middle of pretty banality around in the episodes, this sequence came across... as a total stunner... exactly, so perfect in the middle of the base the ordinary the downright silly and irritating. the connections, the soft conversation, the totally unplanned yet so natural intimacy.. beautiful , wasn't it? everything formidably tucked in place.. the love story one fell for comes rushing to the front...the reason we could never go away ...

BD here too?!! hmm... never noticed..have to watch again.. but sanaya would have walked out if there is one...like she wanted to for the hut..:)

the fish tank was strategically placed not to be missed.. but yes that gaudy decor of the farm house.. guess the reason is to carefully hide away the windows, walls, pool sides of the same RM set behind dark, all absorbing, obnoxious colors...:)

Pleasure reading indi..

thanks, indu... hi.

hahahha, yeah the gaudy decor was a decoy to divert attention i am sure, just as you say.

about bd... not sure, but in certain long shots i wondered if it was sanaya from the back.

glad you enjoyed the take. it's a key episode, will be cherished long. have commented in blue above.