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*Sigh*... Is there even a reason why I...no we...love this show so much? This is a daily soap and as such is surrounded with all the trappings of the genre...the pressure to keep it afloat, the pressure to bring in the numbers, and the pressure to churn out a plausible scenario day after day. Of all, the latter is the most difficult if one doesn't want to compromise on the central grain of the story...which the Mittals don't. Today's episode showcases the marvelous talent of the storyteller to turn the repercussions of the high melodrama of the previous day into a most subtle, realistic portrayal of emotions all around. What a resounding aftermath...in the stillness only can one measure the depth!!!!
Walking in the shadows...Running from my fears...Thinking about what I lost...I am blinded by my tears...
The moment he had crumpled that half-burnt piece of paper concealing his father's big truth, Yash Scindia had turned into a mere shadow of his real self. He hadn't been able to look at Aarti in the eyes, and when he finally did, Aarti saw helplessness...a silent plea to pull him out of the quagmire that the sudden revelation had pushed him to. If only the half truth had so devastated him, what would happen when he realizes his life itself was a lie...Would he ever be able to face himself after that earth-shattering realization? Most importantly, with such a humongous truth hidden in him, would he be able to kneel down, look at his children's eyes, and preach, "Always tell the truth...always side the truth." The duality would kill him slowly. She saw the tears of guilt and shame when he smothers his conscience and does nothing to stop his brothers and parents from committing such a heinous atrocity of humiliating their own. Aarti could not let Yash go through that pain of a lifetime. She knew that the truth may hurt for awhile, but a lie can imprison one's conscience forever. So she spills out the years-old secret...in front of all.
Aarti did what she had to do at that point of time...plead Aakash's case in front of the family that was lost to him till this day. She left her own Yashji alone by the sideline, knowing he had her with him all the time. She will go to him when the matter at hand is conveyed to all...The urgent need of the hour was to give Aakash his identity back...Her husband's brother, the son of this family, had only her to plead for him. Fate had entrusted her with this responsibility that she shows the mirror to the two individuals whose one act of the past had put so many futures in jeopardy.
Yash loses his sense of bearing slowly...crumpling in the vacuum of nonidentity. He sees his whole existence wither away behind a haze of a time-created storm. His entire being stands in the eye of that storm, and only one question keeps going round and round in that twister of emotional havoc: Who am I?... He goes and sits in the corner of his room, wrapping his arms around himself, trying to gather in whatever was left of his self...as tears flow down incessantly. This is how she finds him...a mere shadow of the man who drew strength from the love and togetherness of the family he so felt secure in. The wife becomes the mother and the friend at that moment of pacification. He only has to wish for all this to be a lie and she knows exactly what turmoil he is going through...what dilemma is eating him away...what pain imprisons him. She pulls him to her, and he willingly rests his head on her shoulder, clutching her hand with the grip of a dying man, as he listens to the words his vulnerable, scared heart wants to hear...the words that may not be all true, given the uncertainty attached to them, but have the power to rejuvenate him and bring him back to his feet...instill some confidence, some security, some sense of purpose into his badly shaken life..."Yashji...this truth will not change anything. Relationships don't change just like that. You will see...everything will be as before...Ma will not let even a shadow of alienness pass through her being. You are...and you shall always be...Babuji/ma's darling Yash and Pankaj bhaiya/Prateek bhaiya's loving brother. Vidhi bhabhi will not stop loving you...Pari won't stop respecting you. Nothing will change...only thing that will change is that a new relationship will be added. This bighearted family will welcome their lost-long son...and everything will be fine. We shall remain a happy family. Isn't that the definition of a family? Where blood relations and the relations of heart all stay together and bond in harmony? You too believe this, don't you Yashji? Then, where's the dilemma...where's the regret? Yes...it will be difficult...but we shall see this through and everything will be well."
Yash has always marveled at Aarti's positivity, which becomes more prominent on the face of abject trauma. Even though her words may reek of impracticality at times, they are the ones a drowning man needs to stay afloat...Aarti tries to restore Yash's belief...his self-worth...his sense of existence; she tries to assure him that his universe remains the same...only a new star has been added to it...and tries to restore his equilibrium. Some poems don't rhyme...so what? Some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end...so what? It's the beauty of their essence that lasts long...
If they could show you how much you hurt them, you would never be able to look into their eyes anymore...
Gayatri retaliates by not retaliating...She asserts by not breaking down...She protests by not questioning. Her whole world has come crashing down, yet she stands straight with a dignified determination borne out of oppression. When he sits, trying to be nonchalant about a "mistake", she keeps herself in the background...where she always was...where she was taught her place was... She doesn't give him the satisfaction of behaving like a woman who loved and believed her husband for almost forty years. No...on the contrary, she reads him the commandments of an ideal wife...which says that "husband is your God...and that God does not make mistakes." The slight sarcasm in that remark is not lost on her husband. Her indifference to his act of indiscretion and disloyalty is his punishment...If he were not so wrapped up in trying to tone down his crime, he would have been proud of the dignity with which his wife conducted herself.
Vidhi finally is getting some reality checks of the right kind. She awakens and realizes that she couldn't lead an ostrich's life anymore...Such gross injustices occur in the hands of men, where the lady in question has no fault. What was Gayatri's fault that SP strayed? What was Aarti's fault that Prashant strayed and then divorced her?
Pankaj and Prateek are equally devastated but they realize rightly that they couldn't very well crucify their father for this...and that somehow they all have to look for a way around this in order to have a semblance of their lost family ambiance.
That's it friends...my two cents. I am a little wary of Pankaj's blind following of his father. Let's see where these changed family dynamics take us...
Have a 😊great weekend...
Walking in the shadows...Running from my fears...Thinking about what I lost...I am blinded by my tears...
The moment he had crumpled that half-burnt piece of paper concealing his father's big truth, Yash Scindia had turned into a mere shadow of his real self. He hadn't been able to look at Aarti in the eyes, and when he finally did, Aarti saw helplessness...a silent plea to pull him out of the quagmire that the sudden revelation had pushed him to. If only the half truth had so devastated him, what would happen when he realizes his life itself was a lie...Would he ever be able to face himself after that earth-shattering realization? Most importantly, with such a humongous truth hidden in him, would he be able to kneel down, look at his children's eyes, and preach, "Always tell the truth...always side the truth." The duality would kill him slowly. She saw the tears of guilt and shame when he smothers his conscience and does nothing to stop his brothers and parents from committing such a heinous atrocity of humiliating their own. Aarti could not let Yash go through that pain of a lifetime. She knew that the truth may hurt for awhile, but a lie can imprison one's conscience forever. So she spills out the years-old secret...in front of all.
Aarti did what she had to do at that point of time...plead Aakash's case in front of the family that was lost to him till this day. She left her own Yashji alone by the sideline, knowing he had her with him all the time. She will go to him when the matter at hand is conveyed to all...The urgent need of the hour was to give Aakash his identity back...Her husband's brother, the son of this family, had only her to plead for him. Fate had entrusted her with this responsibility that she shows the mirror to the two individuals whose one act of the past had put so many futures in jeopardy.
Yash loses his sense of bearing slowly...crumpling in the vacuum of nonidentity. He sees his whole existence wither away behind a haze of a time-created storm. His entire being stands in the eye of that storm, and only one question keeps going round and round in that twister of emotional havoc: Who am I?... He goes and sits in the corner of his room, wrapping his arms around himself, trying to gather in whatever was left of his self...as tears flow down incessantly. This is how she finds him...a mere shadow of the man who drew strength from the love and togetherness of the family he so felt secure in. The wife becomes the mother and the friend at that moment of pacification. He only has to wish for all this to be a lie and she knows exactly what turmoil he is going through...what dilemma is eating him away...what pain imprisons him. She pulls him to her, and he willingly rests his head on her shoulder, clutching her hand with the grip of a dying man, as he listens to the words his vulnerable, scared heart wants to hear...the words that may not be all true, given the uncertainty attached to them, but have the power to rejuvenate him and bring him back to his feet...instill some confidence, some security, some sense of purpose into his badly shaken life..."Yashji...this truth will not change anything. Relationships don't change just like that. You will see...everything will be as before...Ma will not let even a shadow of alienness pass through her being. You are...and you shall always be...Babuji/ma's darling Yash and Pankaj bhaiya/Prateek bhaiya's loving brother. Vidhi bhabhi will not stop loving you...Pari won't stop respecting you. Nothing will change...only thing that will change is that a new relationship will be added. This bighearted family will welcome their lost-long son...and everything will be fine. We shall remain a happy family. Isn't that the definition of a family? Where blood relations and the relations of heart all stay together and bond in harmony? You too believe this, don't you Yashji? Then, where's the dilemma...where's the regret? Yes...it will be difficult...but we shall see this through and everything will be well."
Yash has always marveled at Aarti's positivity, which becomes more prominent on the face of abject trauma. Even though her words may reek of impracticality at times, they are the ones a drowning man needs to stay afloat...Aarti tries to restore Yash's belief...his self-worth...his sense of existence; she tries to assure him that his universe remains the same...only a new star has been added to it...and tries to restore his equilibrium. Some poems don't rhyme...so what? Some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end...so what? It's the beauty of their essence that lasts long...
If they could show you how much you hurt them, you would never be able to look into their eyes anymore...
Gayatri retaliates by not retaliating...She asserts by not breaking down...She protests by not questioning. Her whole world has come crashing down, yet she stands straight with a dignified determination borne out of oppression. When he sits, trying to be nonchalant about a "mistake", she keeps herself in the background...where she always was...where she was taught her place was... She doesn't give him the satisfaction of behaving like a woman who loved and believed her husband for almost forty years. No...on the contrary, she reads him the commandments of an ideal wife...which says that "husband is your God...and that God does not make mistakes." The slight sarcasm in that remark is not lost on her husband. Her indifference to his act of indiscretion and disloyalty is his punishment...If he were not so wrapped up in trying to tone down his crime, he would have been proud of the dignity with which his wife conducted herself.
Vidhi finally is getting some reality checks of the right kind. She awakens and realizes that she couldn't lead an ostrich's life anymore...Such gross injustices occur in the hands of men, where the lady in question has no fault. What was Gayatri's fault that SP strayed? What was Aarti's fault that Prashant strayed and then divorced her?
Pankaj and Prateek are equally devastated but they realize rightly that they couldn't very well crucify their father for this...and that somehow they all have to look for a way around this in order to have a semblance of their lost family ambiance.
That's it friends...my two cents. I am a little wary of Pankaj's blind following of his father. Let's see where these changed family dynamics take us...
Have a 😊great weekend...
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