Blast From The Past! Thread #3 EP 52 Pg 147 - Page 59

Khushi and Arnav keep remembering their clash during the teej ...

Originally posted by: supriya.arshi

hey all...how ru guys doin???

i knw i havn been around...thts cuz my net isn workin...nd thts y i havn been active here...😔 m waitin for my net to start workin...i miss bein here...

will catch up soon with u all hopefully soon...until then miss me...tc 😊

hi supriya,

hope to see you back here soon. and those collages 😳. take care.

Originally posted by: charlotte74

Khushi and Arnav keep remembering their clash during the teej ...

Shyam is saying "bina bataya kabhi kabhi ho jaati hai" doesn't look like he is talking about jelebis 😡

He seems to be relieved that Arnav asked him to leave Anjali behind

He is convincing Nani to bring Lavanya as live-in! 😲

Khushi has forgotten to bring Devi Maiyya from the office!

Ah they sense each other's presence ...

Arnav is remembering Khushi in red saree

Khushi is remembering the rain hug

Ah Arnav fell on Khushi 😳

Stupid cell phone! Disturbing Arnav... he was so dazedly looking into his Khushi's face

Good you threw away the phone ASR but poor Khushi is crying now thanks to you caveman antics

Khushi's dupatta is caressing ASR's face

aw, charlotte, surely the sweetest caveman, who wouldn't want to be yelled at by him and have their things flung all over the place. love that line in pink. and see khushi's dupatta is at it again. wanton, shameless, crazy for him dupatta.

Episode-45

Originally posted by: cinthiann1758

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Episode 45

Never On A Sunday

It's Sunday, some consider it a day of rest but not Arnav Singh Raizada . He is sitting at his desk, computer open and it appears he is trying to do some work. But alas, he is trying very hard to concentrate on the very important work that has made him come into the office on a Sunday. Diligently he presses on the keys but something is on his mind. He becomes distracted, images flow through his mind of HER smudged with sindor. Just a little bit, right near the corner of her eye if only he could wipe it away, his finger just about to touch her face. She turns and walks away from him. Back to reality, he looks like a little boy with a pout on his face. He leans back on his swiveled chair, picturing her walking away from him as he was just about to speak to her. He closes his eyes; it's just too much to bear right now. He is tired of thinking about this girl. Kushi enters the building her eyes widen. His eyes slowly open, is it possible she is here. They both sense the other. She is nervous, he is thinking. 'Kushi don't be scared no one is here. Never on a Sunday would Laad Govenor be here.' He stands, walks to the glass and watches her as she is walking in. Nervous, timid as a doe she walks in holding on to the shoulder strap of her bag, wringing it back and forth. He is taking her all in. She moves forward to her desk and sits down in the chair. He is imagining the first time he saw her in that red saree and she imagines him holding her tightly in the rain. They are both lost in their thoughts. She closes her eyes, takes a breath and as if DM is prompting her, she starts to get up and she looks up. She gets startled, he is here. She looks down, she stands up looking away and then back at him.

The guard comes and asks her what is she doing her. After all Never on a Sunday do employees come in let alone ex-employees. She tells him she came to get her belongings. He tells her that ASR was sending it to her and it is now in the storeroom because it is Sunday. Kushi says there is no need to send it because I am here and I can do this alone.

"KUSHI, COME TO MY OFFICE I WANT TO TALK TO YOU."

She looks up at him an then to the guard and asks where is the store room. She completely ignores his request and Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada's blood is beginning to boil. She walks away talking to herself, "don't look up, do not worry about Arnav Singh Raizada. You came here just to get the statue of the Goddess right? Then take it and get out of here. DO NOT LOOK AT HIM, do not forget'." She looks and goes!!! How dare her! He is angry and follows!

Back at the RM Shyam has just gotten off the phone with Buaji . He has found out Kushi has gone to the office and he knows that Arnav is there and now is worried. Anjali comes and asks if that was his aunt and why didn't he let her speak? He changes the subject asking about Lavanya and Arnav. She looks sad because she thinks that Nani may be right about Lavanya. Shyam says then why am I advocating for her. Anjali says she wants Chote to be happy but she is not sure whether she is the right choice for him and he is difficult to understand especially in love matters. Shyam is off in dreamland with Kushi while Anjali continues to talk.

The guard shows Kushi the store room and she is looking around for her most precious jewel. "DM I have no fault in this. You know very well I don't want to see his face. How would I know he bothers people on Sunday? Take the statue and get out fast!" She finds her on the top shelf. Kushi grabs a stool climbs up, he walks in, "who do you think you are?" She turns around, DM in her hand, loses her balance and falls onto the bean bag. He leaps to catch the flying DM and falls on top of Kushi. Rabba Ve'. so close they can feel each other's breath. She looks, he is holding her DM. Her phone rings disrupting them. He gets up and holds his hand out for her. She gets up by herself ignoring his helping hand. She looks for her phone. It's Shyam. "I tried to call you yesterday. I am at the office. I don't want to stay here another minute!" He looks at her. Shyam asks why it was necessary to go to the office. Buaji was worried. Kushi, I am worried." "I'm fine." "I can't promise I won't worry. I'll try to get back soon. I really miss you." "Kya?" WHAT? I mean'

ASR "you don't know anything but to run. And you never shut up, so what happened today? The last time I talked to you you left without listening." She starts walking to the door. "This insolence" He slams the door shut, the knob falls out locking them inside the store room. Way to go DM! "I want to talk to you, Miss Kushi Kumari Gupta." She sees that the knob is gone and becomes frightened. "And when I talk to you, shut up and listen to me!" Her phone rings, it's Payal. She is ignoring him again, his fist clenches and he grabs the phone and throws it. "Didn't I say I wanted to talk to you? Let me finish!" He is so frustrated!!!! She starts to cry, he stops, her tears hurt him. She is holding on to DM for dear life. He turns away from her distancing himself. He looks back. She frantically is trying to get out. He is calling for help to no avail. He tells her' you can't open it, don't waste your energy." She answers, "I know what I can and can't do." He retorts, "If you don't want to hear then think less about it!" "I do not!" "Then close your eyes and hit the door!" Bickering back and forth, Aye, Devi Maiya! "All I want to do is get out of here and that I will do!" She goes to the window opens it and her dupatta flies! (Oh, our lovely dupatta! We all love to write about you.) Her dupatta caresses his face and leaves her neck bare. She turns away. He sees how uncomfortable she is. She covers her exposed neck with her hands and he steps forward to return her dupatta. She steps away. He hands her the dupatta turning his body and looking away. It is really beautiful to see how he really respects this woman. She places her dupatta to its rightful place and it seems to have a mind of its own reaching out to caress ASR again resting on his chest.

Never On A Sunday

ByManos Hadjidakis

Oh, you can kiss me on a Monday a Monday a Monday
is very very good
Or you can kiss me on a Tuesday a Tuesday a Tuesday
in fact I wish you would
Or you can kiss me on a Wednesday a Thursday a
Friday and Saturday is best
But never ever on a Sunday a Sunday a Sunday
cause that's my day of rest

Most anyday you can be my guest
Anyday you say but my day of rest
Just name the day that you like the best
Only stay away on my day of rest

Oh, you can kiss me on a cool day a hot day a wet day
which ever one you choose
Or try to kiss me on a grey day a May day a pay day
and see if I refuse

And if you make it on a bleakday a freak day or a week day
Well you can be my guest
But never ever on a Sunday a Sunday the one day
I need a little rest
Oh, you can kiss me on a week day a week day a week day
the day to be my guest

connie francis singing come any day... you can be my guest... reminded me of childhood, cynthia 😳 and look how active our dear dupatta is today. enjoyed the read. lots. all the longing wanting desiring and fighting. yay. love their fights. khushi just loses it with him. the way you would with those over whom you felt you had a right. hyuk, my thought. in bold red, her reaction to snakewa's miss you thing 🤢, loved it. bold pink underlined, me like your dupatta thoughts.

black bold underlined, my pick of the day. yes, how he respected this woman. and though he pushed her into a corner and married her, never did he ever transgress certain boundaries, not even when he thought shew as having an affair with shyam.. there's much in him, much, men around us can learn from. adore this asr person.

Originally posted by: sohara

Episode-45

Arnav was all alone in the office. It was Sunday. So obviously nobody was there. But why he came to the office on the weekend, just for office work? My interpretation is no. He was restless, he wanted isolation from the rest of his nosy family. he sank in avalanche of emotions, emotions for a girl who was constantly stirring his heart and mind for the first time in his life.He was trying to evade,but destiny brought him again and again to face the girl. Yes they met again. But Khushi was evading from him ignoring his holler. I wonder what Arnav was trying to talk to her! Did he want to apologize for the guest house incident or something else?

Khushi hurried to the Store room to get her DM idol .Arnav followed her in anger.They stuck in the store room. Arnav fall down on top of her to save DM statue. Hmm, another rabba vey moment. Arnav was all over her, so intimate, so close, my heart was pounding wild along with them. Arnav didn't believe in God, but he saved the statue for the sake of Khushi. He was mad at Khushi for ignoring him, but as soon as he met her eyes her madness turned to tenderness. I noticed it most of the time, that Arnav anger used to turned to love when he looked into her deep eyes. The phone call brought him to reality and Arnav turned ASR again. But Khushi's tears made him weak again. He couldn't bear tears in her eyes.

Khushi was adamant to get out of the room. She opened the window and a strong wind blew her dupatta to ASR's face. Khushi felt unveiled, the dupatta was her shield, her protection, she was feeling bare in front of Arnav. Her dupatta was blowing again and again on Arnav giving him the feelings of her touch. He tenderly handed over her the dupatta. He was stubborn, arrogant, but not shameless.

In RM Shyam skillfully was playing his double game. Why he was so worried for Khushi for being in the office alone with Arnav? Was he also scared that his BIL may fall for Khushi's beauty or not! May be that's why he was trying hard to get Lavanya in RM! Anjali was also incredulous of Arnav's liking for Lavnaya. She suspected right that Arnav was adamant of Lavanya becoz of Nani's animosity towards her. She said a right thing, that you never know with whom you may fall in love with. That actually happened with both Shyam and Arnav. But in this case the girl with whom Arnav fell in love was not Lavanya, but Khushi.

sohara,
i liked that bold red interpretation of yours as to why he went to work on a sunday. i hope that is the real reason. because everyone really is gettung too much into his affairs.

i also kept wondering what he wanted to tell her every time they met after that yelling session and she turned around and left time after time.

that saving of dm was so telling wasn't it? instinctively, he knows it's important to her, so he must keep it safe. how much caring without any idea that's what it is. beautiful.

pink bold, nice dupatta lines.

black bold, really liked the way you wrote about the double game, and why would shyam propose la come home unless there was something in it for him. lovely observations, enjoyed reading.

ASR offers his hand but khushi refuses, i think Asr darling u hate her for Not giving u kuch bhaav thats y ' tum apney aap lo samajhti kya ho'

Originally posted by: indi52

oh yes, that vulnerability, ufff uff uff. great dc choice, the man walking into the empire he built, fantastic. loved many thoughts. you and me same pinch on why he said "yes, i like you as you are" to lavanya. he wasn't even thinking at her at that point. later he will note that there was unfairness inherent in the way he treated la. what a man. note., no reds on shyam and his kam and his kaam. hate the man. plus. abhaas never did it for me, no idea why. so it all came across as sick, stagey stuff. guess perfect for story, so shall not crib.

loved first line, sharp mami missed a vital clue, no wonder the detective expedition went the way it did 😆. i adore this campy crazy coot, and utkarsha naik is an abs ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️.

hope you saw my 44 and 42. first one short, second one extra extra long.

Originally posted by: indi52

aw, charlotte, surely the sweetest caveman, who wouldn't want to be yelled at by him and have their things flung all over the place. love that line in pink. and see khushi's dupatta is at it again. wanton, shameless, crazy for him dupatta.

Originally posted by: indi52

"if you're gonna be two-faced at least make one of them pretty."
~~~ marilyn monroe ~~~



filled with love, promises, vows, came episode 42. just as duplicitous as the man it was crafted to introduce. two-faced, like the enemy, shyam manohar jha. named after the sublime lord, there was never a blacker soul. if we'd ever had any doubts as to his nature, thinking maybe he didn't mean to harm anyone, fell in love with the innocent lovely khushi by chance, lost his head, didn't know what to do, etc., etc., all those thoughts were laid to rest here. no need to wonder.

he indeed was pure evil. no compunction, no remorse, not even a shred of guilt. he would take advantage of a handicapped, tender hearted woman to further his own cause and find his way to his current obsession. the girl who'd looked back at him in lucknow that day. perhaps shyam did feel the closest thing to love that someone like him could feel, for khushi. but that didn't make it any better or condonable.

"and thus i clothe my naked villany
with odd old ends stolen out of holy writ;
and seem a saint, when most i play the devil."
~~~ william shakespeare, richard III ~~~

creatives deserve credit for the design of this intense episode, made in the model of shyam, loving and tender on the outside. violent and ruthless underneath. deception in its core. only one crib: too much shyam and too sweet anjali. c'mon, my man out there is a diabetic... hold the sugary.


a beaming anjali is at centre flanked by the two dearest people in her life. they rush to her side as she stumbles. she believes they'll both protect, love, honour her, if necessary with their lives. little does she know. the camera tells us of the men's place in her life. no shot is wasted, each one says something about our characters and their story. i have always enjoyed this aspect of ipk. not that the visual language was always very subtle or unique, but it was dealt with stylishly, lightly, without making a mega issue of things. we were invited to pick cues, not clobbered into doing so.

"and we all know love is a glass which makes even a monster appear fascinating."
~~~ alberto moravia, the woman of rome ~~~

the other thing was music. i know i digress, but i wanted to say thsi here, as today's episode was loaded with connotation and allusion in music too. can't say i've ever seen a serial with such lovely, stirring, and polished sound track. rabba vey apart, there were all kinds of occasion and moment related back ground scores. many memoarble and nice. then therew as asr's score. raju singh who had worked long with r d burman brought that svelte, sexiness to his music that his mentor was famous for. that's how it seemed to me. i wasn't too fond of a couple of tracks, but the main ones were beautiful. today's episode had an undertoone of war it seemed to me in terms of sound. pace, drums, chanting, coch shell blowing, a sense of preparation for something momentous. and of course, shyam's slimy signature.

everyone is beaming at the return of damadji, even asr looks relaxed,emotional (unbelievable). when he sees the man who makes his sister happy, he almost has a sense of gratitude. he would do anything for her, we know. and the boy who's never had an elder male to trust ever since his father broke it, has possibly come top trust this man, his jeejaji. strange how in three years, shatir asr has never sensed the lie in shyam, how we lose our instinct where those we love are concerned sometimes.

anjali has never smiled more, and shyam is all supportive and adoring. flowery words flow out of his mouth effortlessly, no one detects their emptiness. it was interesting how ipk revealed its hero and its villain. the former started out looking really mean while the latter was the heroine's saviour in the first scene. yet even when asr snapped her dori we knew there was a decent man in there somewhere. and though shyam was as good as gold it seemed, there was always a sense of dross clinging to him. it was in his music, his sudden appearances where khsuhi was, his shiftiness at buaji's questions and any mention of the raizadas. by the time he hobbled into the temple, 99 percent of the global population knew who would be revealed as anjali's husband. and the story had been told in a way that made us feel sorry for anjali already, and angry with shyam for his transgressions with khushi. but not just the two girls were his victims. the entire family was. as was asr. great woe, that's what he brought in his wake.

off the devoted couple go to practice a ritual, one most wonderful, according to mamaji. and what is it? the renewal of vows, anjali and shyam's private ceremony before fire and god, practically a wedding. as the words are spoken and the two look meltingly into each others eyes, a chill enters. even the fire can't drive it away.


she:
iss pyaar ko... humare vishwas ko hum kabhi tootne nahin denge.. bhale hi hum dono kitne bhi door ho... phir bhi hum vishwas ke iss pavan dor ko hamesha bandhe rakhenge.

this love of ours, this trust, i'll never let it break, even if we're apart, i'll always keep this sacred thread of trust tied.

yes, she will, and that will be more the pity, cause of tragedy. had we not known it then too, we'd have sensed her trust will be sorely tried.

he:
iss parivar ke prati hamari jo bhi zimedariyan hain hum unhe nibhane se kabhi peechhe nahin hatenge.

i will do the right thing by each member of this family, never shall i back away from my responsibilities to them.

oh well.

she:
hum har kadam par, sukh mein, dukh mein, acchhe samay mein, bure samay mein... aapka saath denge. aapki dhaal banke rahenge... aap ki anjali banke rahenge.

at every step, in happiness or sadness, in good times and bad, i will stay with you. i will be your shield, i will be your anjali.

poor poor girl.

he:
hum apne aane waali peedi ki mangal kamna karte hain... bilkul aapki chhaaya ho hamare santaan... kyonki keval aap hi humaare jeevan ki neev hain... keval aap hi hain hamare jeevan ki muskan...

i pray for the well being of our coming generation, may they be your reflection, because only you are the foundation of my life, only you are the smile in my life.

liar liar pants on fire. oh the horror of his treatment of his of his coming generation.


she:
hum prarthna karte hain... ki humaari vajah se kabhi bhi aapko dukh na pahunche... hum kabhi bhi aapke khushi ke raaste na aaye...

i pray that because of me may you never receive any sadness... may i never come in the way of your happiness (khushi)

how the man changes at these words. in a second his mind flies to his dark place, where he's trapped the picture of a girl in his prison. she's peering from behind her mother's shoulder, scared, feeling embarrassed without her dupatta... she's turning back to look at him... the utter duplicity of this cretin.

he:
iss shaadi ke rishte ko jo aapne darja diya hai hum uska samman karte hain... humaari zindagi mein aapki jagah aur koi nahin le sakta... hum se pahle aap hain... yeh humaara vachan hai.

the place you've given our relationship of marriage, i respect that... no one can take your place in my life... you are before me, i promise that.

she:
humaara diya hua har vachan pavitra man se diya hua vachan hai... hum vachan dete hain humaare shaadi ke pavitra bandhan mein hum kabhi bhi jhoot ya dhoke ka kaala saya nahin padne denge... bhagwan na kare agar aap pe kabhi sankat aaye, toh woh bhagwan hume dein...

every promise of mine comes from a pure mind, i promise i will never the black shadow of deceit or cheating fall on our relationship... god forbid, should some danger come your way, may god give it to me inst...

he rushes to cover her mouth with is hand, and avers:

hum aap par kabhi koi sankat, koi bhi dukh, jhoot ya dhoke ki parchhai nahin padne denge... itna pyaar jo karte hain hum aapko... raani sahiba.

i will never let any danger, any sadness, deceit or cheating come your way... i love you that much... raani sahiba.

and so the web of lies gets spun with saat vachan, seven promises, words of sacred love ears do yearn to hear; and believe, no matter what. yet one day, she would crack the web and sit before a fire again.


the gifts come out, and all are impressed by shyam's thoughtfulness. he has these blokes eating out of his hand. et tu, asr? how confidently he persuades saale sahib to wear di's raksha dhaga, think of it as a wrist band. wow, what's this man, a kid you're handling? but alas, at this point, asr is indeed as trusting and pliant as a chiild before him, aapko to mana nahin kar sakta... can't refuse you, jeejaji.

and so it goes on. till that little trick with the sari. but then the phone rings, and he sees khushi's name. he can't help but show his true face.

as the episode went by and i got restless for my favourite couple, the unsweet one, buaji came to the rescue. intent on selling shyam bitwa to khoosi bitiya, she went on and on. but nothing could divert madam from the serious business of eating. certainly not stories of shyamji. well perhaps, not such a bad chaat maker... but gotta eat.





and then suddenly buaji asked, hope you did the fast the right way, didn't eat anything before time or whatever.

halfway to the mouth, the hand with the morsel of delicious poori stopped. the laughter disappeared from the face, a quiet fell. memories and a yearning. so much longing.







imagine she actually stopped eating for a while. that if not anything else should have told titaliya, this is love. but sanka devi was not listening. not yet.





one for the road