A full night of sleep and a full night of dreams and I feel almost human again. Last night I felt like I was just a mass of loosely strung ions that were breaking free.
Before anything else, salutations to the gods. Take a bow CVs.
Hats off to you CVs! đđI cannot fathom what level of commitment and talent it takes to have such masterly control over content and such a high standard of form. Whatever is fueling your tremendous input, may the good lord continue to keep you supplied, God bless!
It was a tremendous episode. In displaying the Thakur's mentality with such subtlety almost with sympathy(!), in showing the slow but steadily growing seed of mutiny within Kesar, and in Kriya. KRIYA, KRIYA, KRIYA! âď¸
Prosaic prose does not seem adequate to describe this extraordinary pair of lovers. Where is all the love poetry in the world when you need it? In the minds of the Creatives, I suppose!
Right from the first eye-lock right through to last night's confrontation the graph of Kriya's love has been unerringly charted. At each point we as viewers have reacted, sometimes frustrated with her pride sometimes exasperated with his aggression. At so many points we have almost despaired of these two ever finding their way to each other. But those CVs! Not one false move, not one moment of doubt or fumbling! Those CVs have laid one masterly step after the other, seeming to retract, seeming to digressed, seeming to plateau, but always always moving ahead. I have said this before, I'll say it again â the pacing, the control, the timing that this show has maintained is just awe-inspiring!
The Last Scene
Krishna
Superb! Simply superb!
Krishna walks in. He has just spent the last few hours willing the rain to wash his heart of its misery and suspicion. But the cloud in his own brain is too dense, too black. Through the entire recent tragic episode Krishna's brain has managed to process a few facts. He has realized that his own love is absolute. Nothing that Pratigya does or does not do has any bearing or effect on it. Simultaneously he has discovered that Pratigya did not ever love him. That he had in fact deluded himself of her love. This was a felling blow of disappointment. Then he asks himself "why then, did she marry me?" In his mind this duplicity of marrying him in spite of not loving him is somehow tied up with the Angad incident. That he has been married as a cover for something or the other. That his love has been exploited for some unknown reason. He knows deep down that Pratigya would never cheat somebody, but THEN WHY DID SHE MARRY HIM? If not for love then WHY?
Now he is determined never to be played for a love's fool again. In all her attempts to appease him he only suspects a need to sweeten him up. But then again, Why? His head is exploding with these questions. He senses that she is trying to get close to him, but he does not want his desire for her to cloud his judgment again. She affects him like a bottle of tequila and he wants his wits about himself!
The thing is that Krishna took so long to accept the fact that Pratigya did not marry him for love is that by the time he did, that piece of information was false and redundant. But now having come to this painful conclusion, he does not have the courage to suspect that she may actually have come to love him again. It is a solution that has not even dared to present itself to him this time round. Earlier it was " she is rude, but she loves me" or " she denies me intimacy, but she still loves me" Now, on no account is he willing to give that explanation to her behavior, he is simply to hurt and afraid.
Pratigya
One big hug to you girl!
In her typical fashion of single-minded focus, the girl is now after her husband. She wants him. She wants everything to be perfect between them. His blow-hot blow-cold ways are killing her with frustration. She wants to come up with a plan pronto, that will turn his suspicious angry love to perfect happy love. Kesar drops a germ of an idea in her head. Yes maybe THAT is what it will take! Why not? The idea excites her, thrills her and she is perfectly happy to execute the plan if that is what it will take. Yes her husband is being a bit of a typical nasty suspicious male, but her overflowing love is in the mood to indulge his flaws, I mean "if a man deserves a little leeway it is this one, no?"
Kriya
And so he walks in. She is all primed to prove her love. She advances. (A rather courageous act purely fueled by love) He is unbearably tempted. The strength of his own desire gives him pause! There she is doing it again! Clouding my brain with her closeness and enchantment! Why is she doing it? WHY WHY WHY? At least her keeping me away I could deal with. There was some honesty and truth in such defiance. But this submission rings of duplicity. What could cause her to stoop so low? My Pratigya, of such enormous pride! What can cause her to give herself up like this! Is it some terrible terrible secret?! OMG! I can't bear her like this.
In frustration she screams out her love. A love that has pushed a woman like her to try and prove her chastity, her love, her loyalty in the only way that such a man as HIM would understand.
(At this point I'd just like to say how much it is to Krishna's credit that he did not ONCE consider the idea of demanding proof of her chastity like that. 999 of 1000 men would have tried to assert their stamp, claim their prize in anger or punishment - NOT Krishna! He did not even want to think about claiming Pratigya now that he felt that what she would give was not love only her body. Without love he wants no part of her offerings. This is love of a high order indeed. It just makes my heart spin to think of such an IDEAL love.)
Suddenly confronted by his own familiar beloved VIRAGO, Krishna's face assumed the cleansed calm that all that washing in the rain could not achieve. She showered him with angry words and they were like elixir to him. Krishna who was unfamiliar with the docile loving submissive Pratigya was unable to believe her protestation of love in soft words. But this screaming, finger wagging Pratigya is his own dear delight! And she was telling him off for a flawed love. A love that was not accompanied by trust. Her anger, hurt at having her love thrown back in her teeth was overflowing like lava. That heat melted the iceberg in his heart. It came as a revelation to him that Pratigya was really offering him love all this while and not just her guilty compliance. It was a revelation that knocked him for a six. The final act that proved her stance was that she was going to leave. That she too wanted nothing less than a perfect love from him. That she was staying not for security, society, to save a marriage or any other such compulsions but only for his love. And she was not going to have it, she wanted nothing else from him. Not his protection and not this facade of a marriage.
In that suitcase Pratigya took away not some glitzy sarees but the last vestige of hurt and sucpision in his heart. When he brings her back into the room (hopefully in his arms) he will carry back only their love! Amen.
Cricket
