Blast from the Past Thread #10, pg 45, epi 113 - Page 53

Originally posted by: chalhov

ek laDakii ko dekha to aisa laga...	When I saw this girl, she seemed to me like...
jaise khilata gulaab	like a blooming rose;
jaise shaayar ka khvaab	like a poet's dream;
jaise ujalii kiran	like a glowing ray of light;
jaise ban me.n hiran	like a deer in the forest;
jaise chaa.ndanii raat	like a moonlit night;
jaise naramii baat	like a soft word;
jaise mandir me.n ho ek jalta diya	like a candle burning in the temple.
ek laDakii ko dekha to aisa lagaa...	When I saw this girl, she seemed to me like...
jaise subah kaa ruup	like the beauty of the morning;
jaise saradii kii dhuup	like winter sunshine;
jaise viiNaa kii taan	like a note from the lute;
jaise ra.ngo.n kii jaan	like the essence of all color;
jaise balakhaaye.n bel	like a twisting vine;
jaise laharo.n ka khel	like the play of waves;
jaise khushbuu liye aaye THa.nDii havaa	like a cool scented wind.
ek laDakii ko dekha to aisa laga...	When I saw this girl, she seemed to me like...
jaise naachataa mor	like a dancing feather;
jaise resham kii Dor	like a silken thread;
jaise pariyo.n ka raag	like a fairy melody;
jaise sandal kii aag	like the fire of sandalwood;
jaise solah si.ngaar	like the sixteen (traditional) ornaments of beauty;
jaise ras kii phuhaar	like a refreshing mist;
jaise aahistaa aahistaa baDHta nasha	like a slowly growing feeling of intoxication.
ek laDakii ko dekha to aisa laga...	When I saw this girl, she seemed to me like...

Ami loved reading your interpretation of 109 and the arnav Khushi relation at this stage how they are coming closer and doing things indirectly for each other but this is the time both get drawn to each other the unknown forces and deep attraction. Loved the lovely creaions and the other one of them in the poolside seen so many of that pix being usedbut that was too beautiful their refection in the pool

Originally posted by: sohara

Episode-109

Love that picture of dream teri meri song

An incandescent beauty surrounded by luminous dias,takes a handsome man breath away.She is looking like an apsara in that red attire,her face is a deep shade of crimson,a fairy from heaven just landed in the world only for him. some errant locks has fallen on her forehead,makes her more attractive.His eyes are shining with tenderness,gleaming with desire,flickering with emotions.He is watching the red fairy with billow of love.She also feels the breeze, his presence.She can't even looks in his eyes.she is feeling shy like a newly wed bride in that red saree. she may is thinking if she looks in his eyes she will be caught that she is in love with him.the romantic note of rabba vey,the cool breeze,Arnav's mesmerizing gaze,Khushi's shy look,all are the reprimands of their attraction and their love. loved your expression beutiful like a poem the scene is so poetic.and also the bit when Sananya explains bout arnav Khushi.😃😳

pause: Sanaya was mentioning in an SBS segment that arnav thinks she looks like an angel, pari. Though he never said it by his words, but his mesmerizing looks to Khushi proved it several times that he really thinks she is a pari.

There is an auspicious moment in both the house. Both of the family are doing pooja  in their respective house. In GH Babuji seems convalescing gradually.he also participates in the arti. Khushi is looking like a barbie doll in red. She is all ready to go to RM to show her beautiful face to her love, her Arnavji. But Payal admonishes,'is it necessary to go?'. Khushi gives her the excuse of Anjali, "she did so much for me, gave me so many gifts and did pooja with the DM idol for our family's welfare. So I must go with the sweets." Babuji is looked a bit tensed when he heard the name of raizada. Khushi prays to DM for her babuji's quick recovery and for their family's happiness. She takes her babuji's hand to touch the DM idol for blessings.she bids bye to her dad and feels happy that she is learning english! It was a cute scene with Khushi trying to hide her unknown feelings for her LG

Khushi takes plenty of sweets with her for the raizada family.and of course a separately wrapped sugar free sweets for her Arnavji.Payal looked a little surprised to see it. Payal should guessed by now that her sis gotta a weakness for her laad Governor.

In RM la's mean friends visit her. One of them is the meanest girl who trapped Khushi in fur coat incident in AR office. I hate that girl so much! It's still irks me that Khushi never proved innocent in that incident.So many loops of IPK never solved. many unresolved leftovers of IPK even the contract and the will the red dress girl is actually Khushi's BD, lucky girl hugged Barun several times.😡 oh i did not know that They are all flabbergasted to see La in saree and with dia. mami and Anjali are laughing to see their fakeness. when La introduced them mami asks why they are saying OMG in every sentence? are they scared? La tells that they are surprised to see her in saree. Mami made another funny comment, How will it be if we greet our satsang friends by saying OMG, OMG! mami's sense of humor is awesome!😆

Anjali instructs OP not to add pineapple in suji halva.We will see later why she mentioned that. the door bell rings, anjali get excited,"I think Khushiji came." shyam who was sitting there gets frightened to hear her name. He thought it's holiday, so Khushi will not came. But God never supports the evil in the long run. Arshihamesha once mentioned in her post that Shyam was always absent from their auspicious occassions. cause God doesn't want the evil's presence there.true so it happened on the diwali day too. As Khushi has arrived in RM, he needs to escape from the place.When Khushi takes longer time to hand over the sweets to OP,the snake plays a trick. He drops a gift box,what makes Anjali to lean down to pick it and the snake flees from the place. Anjali who was eagerly waiting to meet Khushi with her mysterious hubby gets sad that she couldn't introduce him with khushi. Khushi assures her that she just came, so she will meet him eventually.I have to say our barbie doll is looking ethereal. Gosh I'm having a girl crush, how will our sexy boy resist himself when he will see her like this!😆😆😃 Sanaya was looking beautiful girl crush Sohara😆

Sly shyam rushes to the kitchen,thinking what to do. OP gives him the suji halva what doesn't have pineapple. Shyam thinks it's the best idea to eat pineapple and get sick, he mutters himself,"for the sake of love I can compromise my health." He eats the pineapple suji halva and starts sneezing.He yells at the poor OP not to warn him before. Gosh what a liar! OP warned him just a while ago. And the pineapple was so visible on the top! Anjali gets panicked to see him sneezing. She holds him on his shoulder and takes him to their room. When passing through the hallway Khushi also sees his back. she looked a little suspicious.(pause: I think Anjali coax Shyam too much.I don't know why she held him as he was hurt. he just had an allergic reaction. so he was sneezing. that's it.Anjali is too much!)  Anjali is always turning a blind eye to Shyam's antics

In the house mandir La brings her friends. she tells them after finishing to light up dias,they will have a chat together. By this time ASR will finish his conference call.(Pause; by the way ASR will have a chat with this cheap girls! sounds weird!)La tells them to take of their shoes. but they deny.She tells them as God stays here and it's nani's sacred place they need to show respect by taking of shoes.They are surprised to see La's changed behavior.They mention it as her split personality. When they see again La scoops Laxmi in her lap, they gets more irritated. La tells them, she is Laxmi and a very lovable member of their family.They laughs to hear that a goat has a name also. La again reminds them to take off their shoes as it is a sanctuary of the house and she doesn't want to hurt naniji's feelings by getting inside with shoes. They starts to deride nani now,"that old lady who has wrinkle more than expression on her face! she was starring at us as if we are some aliens."La really gets upset when they talked ill about naniji. they ask La what's wrong with her, why she is talking like behenji? La emulates them that, to respect elders is not unfashionable and behaving like them is not modern. She also took time to realise it, but it's not bad to learn tradition,culture.She continues," If you don't agree with something with your elders,then what's wrong to accept it to make them happy." Khushi and Nani watch the whole scene standing a little away. both of them seem really happy to see a changed La. nani gives the whole credit to Khushi,that she is the one who changed lavanya.

pause:this whole scene of these three morons looked hilarious to me.did the girl forget they came to their boss ASR's house and those disrespectful comments they made for ASR's nani! first of all how dare they came to ASR's house! so far I remember they always remain tremulous in fear to see ASR. It really looked so impractical to me.we know the CVs created the scene to show changed La. but the scene was so silly!  I think this scene was to show La in a good light to Nani but totally bit off the story when all of them so scred of ASR Good observation

Khushi comes to La to greet her diwali. La wanted to shake hands, but khushi takes her in embrace.It's so wonderful to see that a beautiful friendships has developed between this girls.La tells Khushi about the saree switched thing. Khushi looked a little sad that La couldn't wear ASR's favorite saree. La consoles her, it's fine and she is looking pretty in the saree.La is getting so affable to Khushi!😃😃

Khushi is lighting up lots of dias in the hall. La comes with bucket of firecrackers. Khushi tells him not to use those, as diwali is the festival of lights not noise.She again reminds her we shouldn't encourage firecrackers,as small children work in those factories risking their lives.

pause:it's so weird next year Khushi brought firecrackers and Arnav warned her not to use it for the same reason.funny isn't it?😕

Finally her prince charming descends down and sees the angel,surrounded by dias. He gets speechless to see the resplendent beauty.She feels the breeze,an alarming sign of his arrival.she lifts her head slowly and stands up. they look at each other with yearning eyes. Arnav can't take his eyes off from the luminous beauty.He keeps starring at her with amusing glint on his face.She is quivering at his heated gaze.La intervenes and gets flummoxed,"chamkili you surrounded yourself with dia!" Khushi notices it too and agrees.She tries to come out from the circle of dias, but can't. La tells Arnav to help her as she needs to go to pour oil in other lamps.

Arnav moves to Khushi, he enters in the center. Both of them now are standing face to face, close to each other, may be feeling each other's hearbeat.

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=xr26BUG7_Dg[/YOUTUBE]

Sohara loved your take and my comments in blue like the Vm of the Arshi moments.Loved the colored parts and underlined ones

what more could a man do to show he loved a woman, what more could a woman do to show that's all she wanted. the second episode of diwali and a story takes careful, mesmerized steps to the heart of it all, where the light burns brightest.

yet in the same scene that takes your breath to another star, and you watch unblinking as a hand is given with unbearable beauty and taken with an an emotion you wish you'd felt in your life, as the slow, arresting steps are taken in flickering diya light and you want them never to stop, in that same scene, back of your head a sense of danger. because someone said,"yeh tumne kya kar diya..." khushi, what have you done, surrounded yourself with diyas.

first time i saw it, i was looking at the beautiful arrangement of diwali lamps, nothing felt threatening, so i was a bit surprised at the slight panic in la's voice. big deal, rows of diya, of course, she can make her way out of that thing. yet, it seems khushi couldn't; and then came asr, with a curious light in his eyes, and took his graceful strides over the rows, stood their waiting for her. who could even imagine thinking at such a point.

yet, there was the word "chakra vyuh" suggesting itself. enemies, battle, entrapment alongside lover, magic, enchantment. ipk was always written with depth, and all the skill, the craft of writing powerful stuff. the most beautiful scene of the week, that girl surrounded by her circles of lamps, could be a hint at dark things to come.

nainital had its destination, and it took us to a more heightened awareness, a need growing, a loosening of tightly closed emotions, and a realisation of pyaar... at the same time the rise of evil, the darkest forces of ipk manipulating the situation, the people; culminating in the pressure of shaadi.

diwali has its design. in a week of five episodes depicting just one day with a long evening, a fascinating calibration. on the first day, he sees her and is entranced. on the second, he decides to get lost in her. on the third he loses control as his heart flies its course, he struggles to find grip by hurting her. on the fourth day he shatters her as he does so himself. on the fifth day it's all over, they belong to other people, now formally. a whole chapter in the life of asr and a lovely young woman called khushi. happiness and her ocean as the tides flow, ebb. crash.

he swallowed once. then he held out his hand. she slipped her hand into his after that little hesitation and he walked her out of the circles of lamps... as though guiding her out of a tricky place. and when she twisted her ankle and fell, he was of course there to catch her, their nearness sending screaming signals that their silence tried  hard to contain. they stood outside the rings of fire, hands still held, a boy, a girl, a dream far away.
 
"chamkili, arre tumhari ek pair ki payal hi nahi hai," as they stood their lost in each other, hands still held, hearts still aloft, la came back and asked the question that will take us to the next intimacy. oh you have a  payal missing, chamikili.

khushi is embarrassed to feel his eyes on her exposed bare ankle. oh the awareness of each other. she is shy of his gaze, he sees things others don't, she thinks of him, she gets lost in him, oh drop the saree quickly.

"woh humari amma ki nishani hai iss liye humko utarke koi aur payal nahin pahan nio hai." it's a token of my mother'smemory (can't think of the right english equivalent of "nishani"), i don't want to take it off and wear something else. sanaya's voice is so clean and pure here, hard to believe she is not a real person called khushi.

he is instantly alert. troubled. he has it. so it was her mother's. he walks away, and this time it is she who turns and looks for him. her eyes search, he isn't there. she walks away forlorn.

he stands looking at the payal, remembering where he found it. the beautiful night on that day when she'd returned, when he thought she was gone forever. he'd seen the payal leave her ankle by the pool, in the heat of the moment, she'd missed it. he had come back much later, after the scene at the party and all was done, to pick it up and spend time with his thoughts, holding it just like he was doing now.

"chhotey," di calls out.

a stylish catch of the payal and it is slid smoothly, though hurriedly, into his pocket. he wants no one else to know f his thoughts. not even di.

and two perfect scenes are set side by side.

in the first one:
di and nani speak to him about la. nani has accepted her, so no need for that drop dead "oh god nani, ab kya hua?" in fact, nani has no problems with him marrying la.he turns away at that. the classic asr swivel way. shut up, world. i don't see you, i don't here you.

"i am not marrying..." again confrontation with nani, and her ultimatum, aaj nahi toh kal, if not today, tomorrow, you have to settle down and start a family...

"chhotey..." a trentaive di, to easily troubled by chhote/nani duels.

 "di, please." he is not ready to open the subject of marriage at all. something tells you, there's no point, it's on its way. only even in your wildest you can't imagine how it will reach him.

the second scene:
here we have la and khushi. la is delighted that nani has accepted her. shuru kiya... started, says la for shukriya... thank you. thoughts of nk in writer's head? my head: why shuru kiya? what started, what does that mistake mean?

khushi smiles at her friend and corrects her. now asr won't be able to say "no," he will marry her, continues la. oh the contrasting expressions on two girls' faces at this declaration. one all sunny smiles. the other, getting overcast, thunderclap near by.

at la's question about that expression, khushi recovers or at least tries to... she is so happy for la. so happy. (if you've seen roman holiday, audrey hepburn's last smile looking at the handsome mr peck, came to mind.)

then a tense interlude in anjali's room where shyam skulks under the covers while khushi looks for anjali. shyam is on the verge of being discovered, but again at the last minute, his wife walks in and saves the snake.

with all the uneasy feelings from the past three scenes, we take the next step, and enter the party. noise, people, general gaiety. nani is proudly escorting la around, manorama is just as proudly "sowing aaph." happiness on faces.

and that wind comes visiting again. khushi senses it, knows who's there... she looks in the direction the wind seems to point... and there's him, looking at her as he gently turns his head feeling her in the air. he turns and is just unable not to show his feelings. attraction is red. and it means to show its colour tonight.
"jaadoo hai nasha hai madhhoshiya..." a soundtrack which will join in creating the spell fades up... "tujhko bhulake ab jaaoon kahan..." there's magic, there's intoxication, inebriation... how can i forget you where would i go...

the attraction with no end nor beginning, as though always there somewhere, in the wind, in the stars, in scattering pearls, in picked up payals, and half forgotten keys... in eyes that can't not look, in heartbeats that must increase, in a need to go running if one hears the other is in trouble, in an inability to see someone's tears, in a need to make sugar free sweets... that attraction has come to the party... certainly invited. and it wants to hang with only the two of them.

no matter where she turns, his eyes follow, and when it doesn't she looks all over for it. it shocks her a bit, thrills her too, and him it only mesmerizes. again i think of ocean and shore, ebb and flow, how closely ocean adheres to the shore, how much the shore wants the ocean to stay alongside. the party flows on around them, they seem in a different space, hearing a different call. a music all their own.

at a point though, they find themselves right next to each other, suddenly all by themselves... awkwardness... they begin to walk away from each other... she looks back with a query and wish in her eyes.

he is wondering what to do, when he stops, and in a fabulous shot from the back, you can almost see the decision being made by him, as he cocks his head slightly as though looking for an answer.

decision made, he turns and looks for her.

she's not there. he can't locate her instantly.his eyes pick up worry, despearte almost, where is she, just a few short seconds and he can't take the separation, the not knowing.

then he sees her. and almost at the same moment she realises he has seen her (is this the moment samin is asking us to look for?).

he starts striding toward her purposefully. he means to get to her. an extraordinarily exciting scene. i think the director opted to slow the motion down, kept him in longish shot, to catch the determination in his body language. he is coming to get her. a man who has made up his mind. yet a note of a man dreaming too... again, this reality has ceased to be... the sheer force of that walk makes her step backward... oh so many times before this has been their pattern... soon it will lead to a moment no one will ever forget, but for now, she dashes into somebody, flustered.

he is about to reach her, when la neatly cuts into his path and calls him back to the here and the now. she is insistent, he has to disengage from the moment and look at her.  (a thought: did asr just then, decide to give in to the feelings assailing him, and did that sudden butt in by lavanya cause him to lose the decision he'd arrived at scaling his innate fears? guess i'll never know.)

opportunity. khushi leaves.but she can't escape.

not when a man feels a gathering storm in his being, a junoon as it were (a very dear forum friend, nandalala would use this word for asr's passion and feelings often, and it was at this moment, no less tahn that), a madness.

he finds her by the poolside busy with her lamps. "khushi," a quiet call, shatters her composure. she gets to her feet too quickly, and twists her ankle... she would have fallen, but would he let her? oh that look in her eyes as she allows them to slowly lift to his face, so many feelings, all confusing, all compelling... and what's that in his...?

she tries to regain her balance, yet once more, a weak ankle...

he takes over...

"come," gruff, man in command. let me take care of you. (i adore the way he says, come, to her, this was the first time, there are a few more, something just too simmering there.)

again before her he sits. just like that day of the flying dust. he looks at her with something in his eyes that makes her quiver, makes her want to stop him from touching her ankle.

ever so gently, but determined again, he lifts her hand away, places it on her knee. her saree goes up clearing her ankle, she is looking at him unable to say anything. he places her bare foot on his knee; tender light, yet nothing reduces the heat.

a confused look from her... what is she to do with these feelings.? who is she to him? he to her?

his hand cups her heel. his fingers descend on her her foot near the toes, and the most goosebump giving caress of skin, before he secures a grip on her foot with both hands and... "thoda dard hoga..." it will hurt a bit.

she is beyond speech.and he twists her foot.

pain.

she jerks forward and clutches his shoulder over the jacket, digging her nails in. he waits patiently, eyes never leaving her face.

one more twist and another sharp yelp of pain. and it's done. she holds on.

"ab theek hai...?" now is it ok? he asks, he is still holding her ankle

she lets go of him.

she makes to draw her foot away, but he is holding on to her heel, not letting go.

he pulls out the payal and sits in that classic pose holding it out to her, head bent. she's shocked. this poolside where he had thought he'd lost her and then found her again and they'd fought...

Edited by indi52 - 11 years ago

Originally posted by: BarunDiwani

 

OH INDI INDI NDI!!!!! mmmuuuwaaa, mmmuuaaas and muuuwaaas!!! Well i guess you found your words 😆 this is pure poetry dear, you were worried about giving this epi justice??? LOVED all of it, every single word. we read the same on a few things but the detail you wen't into, and inside their heads just amazing! Brilliant!

about the part in deep purple, hehe, my gutter mind approves! the only things is don't know if Khushi would go all the way, 3rd base maybe??  just her values are too strong and their relation ship is not where it will be bachelor night. if that were the cast though, we hate Aman even more!😆

Thank you for this piece!!!!

tonight it broke limits and the ocean breached the shore flowing over and the shore melted, merged and said, submerge me. 

my dear ankle breaker, i am delighted you have adorned me in so much purple and so many kisses. be sure to save some from you know who. really thrilled you liked it and had the same thoughts as i.

achha, now let's talk what if aman hadn't called. you think khushi would have stopped him? maybe asr would have stopped himself? but you know the fire had gone to a point of no return i felt, when he turned and looked at her, there was that crossing over in his eyes, and in her backward step almost a curious craving to see what's there beyond that line. his mind i'd say had touched that zone, hers... not sure... too young, too new to this whole thing, too innocent, just hypnotised by the possibilities of his lips on hers maybe. uff what a gorgeous scene.

i will read yours soon and arshi's. excited.

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 111

before the owner could think or even knew it, the hand rose in a hypnotic arc slowly and touched the playful lock of hair on her cheek, her forehead, pushing it back slowly, wondering, caressing behind her ear. and then the hand stayed there, just holding her cheek, just wanting to stay there, not leave.

the other hand went exploring too, and ever so gently cupped her right cheek. he was holding her face in his hands, his eyes looking intently at her, at her quivering pearl pink lips, there was an air of such utter concentration on his face, his whole body, as though this is all that there was to life, nothing else existed in the whole universe.

she was alive to his electric touch, its effect coursing through her entire being, she clutched her sari... what was that, anticipation? and she never turned her face away. never said, "stop, no." she stood there her back against the wall, waiting, just waiting for him to finish what he had started.

maybe there was nothing else in the universe at that moment.

beside this very pool, on another night of festivities, he had asked her rough, abrasive, "tumne to kaha tha tum chali jaogi... hamesha ke liye," you'd said you'd leave forever? he'd never understood why it had thrown him asunder to think she was going forever... leaving, he would never see her again. he knew he'd never let any woman matter to him, not like that. but he didn't know perhaps it had already begun to be a little too late. he'd seen her sitting in his cupboard that day, a shattering meeting, his world rocked by the effect of her presence. she'd run away. but he'd found her here and made sure she couldn't escape. not again. the violence in the air was it a sign of something else, he refused to think as he jerked her to him and began his tirade... only this time he didn't let his insult about miney go all the way. when lavanya walked in she took the chance to escape, but not before a part of her had flung itself right here on the poolside as though it didn't want to leave.

do we do such things when our conscious and our subconscious argue? leave behind telling clues? he had left a key with her. she left back her payal.

he had spent many minutes that night alone, when all had gone to bed, here by the water... with that streak of gleaming silver, touch of her along its surface, sound of her in its tinkling, feel of her in the air. why had he never returned it? did he even know? but tonight he'd heard it was her amma's. the only sign of her mother and he knew what he had to do.

when he saw her amid that circle of flickering, inviting diyas, a resistance he'd worked on assiduously for years began to give way. it came on the back of so many feelings for her that the recent days had aroused. her father was terribly ill, the fear of loss ravaged her, he knew about that fear, and wanted her never to feel it, he wanted to protect her, he wanted to lighten her heart's burden, he wanted to see her happy, he wanted to make sure her eye wasn't hurt, oh god, he did want to touch that lock of falling hair... then there was that crazy concoction drinking she did the other night, something about black magic... magic... what the. and there she sat now, innocent and lovely, and seductive in red. the last part she was completely unaware of which made it even more impossible to look away.

It was so difficult to handle his intense mesmerised looks she just could not bear them
All along he was insulting her jsometimes helping her but always very disdainfull of her this is what mujhe bade hone the ehsaas dilaya that is what his eyes are making her and she is in a tizzy (as she told in the heer ranja story)
the party began but all he could look for, sense, yearn for was her, and only her. he could sense her, only her everywhere. and she him. when that became too much to bear, she left the room and went to the poolside... but he had to find her there.

why did he come?

before he could even begin to answer that, she fell; well he wouldn't let her. and he sat her down on his lounger, and lifted her foot and placed it almost reverently on his knee. part of her, her bare skin, her perfect arched foot on him, a beautiful gift almost, the way he touched her skin, her ankle, stroking, gentle. till that hurt had to be given. she clutched his shoulder and let out a small scream of pain. ab theek hai, he said. but he didn't let go of her foot.

he had the payal in his pocket, he drew it out and showed her. she had been riven by feelings she'd never felt before the whole evening, and now his silent offering of her mother's only sign left with her. one she thought she'd lost. she watched speechless, as he with complete right, put the ornament around her slight ankle. he lifted up her saree deliberately but with deference so he could reach around her leg... the absorption in him as he did this delicate task of hooking on a sliver of metal, surely arnav singh raizada doesn't do such things every day. is there anyone else in the world he'd do it for. but he just wanted to make her feel whole again perhaps, give her the joy, and maybe he just had to do it himself just because he had to... i want to put your payal on you, your bangles i will buy, maybe a bindi? i want to be with you, i want to be the one... primeval desire, put the shackles on my woman, keep her with me forever. you can't run away... ever.

when he was done, he paused and gathered himself a bit, a sweet innocence in him, didn't she want to reach out and stroke his hair, there at her feet, a powerful self made tycoon known for his arrogance, his gussa, yet so tender so gentle so respectful just for her. but she wasn't thinking of course, how could she? and then he looked up at her. in her eyes such a storm, so many questions, and that thing however hard you try to deny you can't.

he thought he was done, he got up and stepped back, one two steps, but he had to stand there just staring. no choice, he just had to. she slowly came to her feet, a heat was rising around the cool cool water. and it wasn't from the lamps.

she couldn't bear it perhaps, so she turned away, a conversation ending? he perhaps took it as a cue, thinking he could indeed escape and made his way toward the stairs. yet he did have to stop, have to turn around, have to look at her and let himself go, go and take in all that beauty into his heart, into his gut, into his every single part, somewhere along the way.

had to just be there in that moment. where time will stop having any meaning... this was pure unadulterated chaotic mind altering magic.

and intoxication. of innocence of lustre of beauty of sheen of a hidden burning flaming untried unspoilt unmarred desire. how her gaze hid its truth, how her fidgeting hands, her heaving bosom revealed it anyway, how he yearned to gather it all close to him, against him, all of it, only his. 😳😉

he was drowning in it, but was he alone?

he had to walk back and right up to her, no words were needed to make his intentions clear, she had a choice to walk away, but she couldn't, instead backward she stepped, almost pulling him along with her, no one had any thought or volition in this matter. she had to go further back, he had to go wherever she went. her trembling lips downcast eyes heighten color are making him come closer and closer to her.

swirling winds and stirring music mixed with the first notes of "jadoo hai nasha hai," and desire as we'd see it onscreen got redefined in one long take and what was to follow. my ears feel their heat, my hands tremble almost touching their passion. my head loses all thought as theirs do too. long time ago in a movie called poltergeist, they had this story of a creature from television coming out and grabbing a kid. well, one may laugh at this, but honestly, this scene has had that effect on me every single time i have seen it. poltergeist. that's what it is.

the incredible detailing, the framing of shot, the magnifications played with, the direction, the choice of shots, the lighting, camera, sound, and of course those two people, it all has created a classic scene that spells desire and passion and the losing of one's mind to it like nothing i've ever seen before. deserves an award. a massive mention in the history of indian tv when that gets written finally. the acting duo and the crew all created this magic for the viewers

a few fairly cliche things: woman in red, night, flickering lights, water, two good looking people, the right kind of music, passion being drawn by a director and his actors. we have seen this before. but ever like this? i am full of admiration for the art and complete understanding of a moment by each and everyone involved.

a man and a woman and a sensation that is too powerful to even begin describing. tonight it broke limits and the ocean breached the shore flowing over and the shore melted, merged and said, submerge me.

when she came up against the wall, she stopped. and quivered, and trembled and waited. the longest moments of desire burgeoning, just with eyes emoting, a face swooping, eyes losing focus, getting inebriated, lips half open asking, begging, yes frightened. something unknown something unbelievably exciting on the way. Poetry in prose I am getting intoxicated with your description Indi the jadoo is getting into me

satyr ears, mesmerizing eyes, a set of pearly lips, a hand clutching red.

and the phone rang.

she is startled. his eyes flash. return to here and now. and its trauma. its unending questions.

in classic asr inflection, he closes his eyes, when they open and he turns his gaze on her you can already see the fear, the disbelief dawning... go Barun go what fantastic acting few moments ago the heights and now the depths of how can i do itis acting ko kya naam doon

if aman hadn't called tonight, the kiss would not be where it would have ended, it would have gone all the way to him lifting her up and taking her to the bed visible through the glass doors, and her holding him tight, close, fingers running through his silken hair, never ever dreaming of saying no.

perhaps that thought also rattled them so. yes it startled both of them both thinking how could I

"yeh kya hua... hum iss tarah kaise? aur... arnavji ke paas humari payal? matlab kya hua ye sab ka... hume pata lagana hoga... poochna hoga hume." what happened now... how can i?... and my payal is with arnavji? what is the meaning of all this... i must find out... i will have to ask. she is determined to know what's up. about the payal, but more about all that... wo sab.

"kaise kar sakta hoon main ye... kya ho gaya tha mujhe... kyun... kyun kamzore pad gaya main." how can i do this... what happened to me... why did i become weak. he has sworn never to let a woman matter, never let her anywhere near her heart. he walks away to seeking a sanctuary, find his calm, feel strong... not so kamzore. in his eyes this is hell, how could this happen.

if only she had let him be. but then again, she needed her peace, and she thought that was in those answers, the ones only he could give her. a relentless pursuit started.

he avoided her eyes, he disappeared from her sight, but she found him by the place of emotions that are just so theirs. the poolside.

"hum jaante hain ki iss waqt aap phone pe nahin hai..." i know you are not on the phone, she said standing behind him, as intense as he was only minutes ago.

"hume aapse kuch baat karni hai," i need to talk to you about something.

"mujhe tumse koi baat nahin karni," i don't want to talk to you, in his clipped, contemporary lingo.

aap... tum. two worlds... two mindsets... one driving need.

"karni padegi... aapko humari payal kahan mili... kabse yeh aapke paas thi (he swallows, but resolutely quiet)... aur.. aapne hume pehle wapis kyu nahin diya... sirf aaj hi kyun" you have to tell me, where did you get my payal... why didn't you return it to me before? oh, that innocent childlike lilt in her voice at the end...

"bataiye.. jawab dijiye... ," tell me, answer me... she is insistent, peremptory almost... it's all getting too much for him...

'ek baar kahi hui baat tumhe samajh nahin aati hai? just leave me alone,' he snaps, with a nasty twist to his lip... don't you understand what's been told once to you?

"in fact, tumhari shaql bhi nahin dekhni hai... do you understand." in fact, i don't want to see your face, do you understand?

she's hurt, shocked at his vicious clipped tone, but still persistent.

"nahin understand... aap samjhaiye hume," don't understand, you make me...

"nikal jaao yahan se..." get out of here...

back to their original way one talkative and asking and the more he asks the more he humiliating and insulting he becomes

he wants to leave... she stops him. aggression in her, picked up no doubt from him, and from all the burning sensations within, the fire moving from desire to rage. changing energy, growing bigger at every stage... pure physics.

"humne kaha samjhaiya hume... bataaiye kyun aapne humari payal apne paas rakhi... kyun ab tak wapas nahin diye.. iss sab ka kya matlab hai..." i said make me understand... tell me why did you keep my payal... why didn't you return it till now.. what's the meaning of all this? her voice is rising voice rising, strident...

"aur wo sab," her voice loses edge, lost suddenly... and all that?

pause...

music gets dense, his face, half turned away, he raises his eyes to her face

"aur usska jo... kuch der... pehle..." and that ... which.. a little while back...

unbearable for him.

"i said just leave me alone..." he is struggling. he needs her to stop this inquisition, he is way outside his place of ease, he is breaking, badly... yes,

she doesn't read the signs, for she is beside herself too, everything is roiling within... what's going on...

"hum..."

and he lunges forward grabbing her shoulders, teeth gritted, hissing in anger almost...

"ek shabd bhi ekbar bola na toh..." if you say even one word now... i think that's what he rasped out, so angry so helpless.

the tears form in her eyes... he just stares, melting breaking ending falling shattering inside... rabba vey, the saddest most forlorn call to the eternal... two people going under, no fault of either, just that it had to be so. not yet ready see how much control a man has over a woman he can make and break and vice versa that is the beauty of love and relationships both positive and negative.

she is crying, squirming at his roughness, his eyes can't watch this any more, they close, a storm of emotions in him... he lets go of her shoulders... he steps back... he can't meet her eyes, maybe he won't , maybe that's when in that agonised state of mind he would take a decision that would lead only to heart break.

this was the evening of decision, after all.

"aap iss tarah bina humara sawal ka jawab diye nahin ja sakte." you can't laeve like thsi without giving me an answer...

"jawab? mujhe tumhe koi jawab dene ki zaroorat nahin hai..." answer? i don't need to give you one.

"aap..."

and he leaves.

layer upon layer, word by word, feeling by feeling his discomfort and anger is rising... he has lost complete control over his feelings. this hasn't happened before... ever... kamzor... kissi ladkise koi faraq nahin padta,.. then what was this? had she left it alone and walked away things might have gone a different way. but just as she was perturbed so was he... both in difficult places, the more she pushed him, the more he had to hurt her... she had to be told she was of no consequence... he had to tell himself that... no he had to convince himself... his very life seemed to depend on it... so many years' resolve... a decision that had helped him survive... that said, pyaar bakwaas hai... for he had seen its consequences on his mother... he would never let that happen to him... no girl would ever matter, then why... why was this happening, why was he becoming weak... he had to push her away... stop it... but she isn't going away...where did you get the payal.. why did you keep it, why are you returning it, why today... he had turned back at the pool without any thought, as he'd looked at her, lovely lissome arms in bright diwali bangles, fingers clutching, a tremulous air making her even more lovely, her smooth girlish bosom covered in deep passionate red, now heaving as she breathed heavily looking torn, questions in her gaze, her long throat, a gold necklace enhancing its beauty even more and those lips, small, innocent, glistening in pearly pink, a little parted trembling as she tried to come back to reality, he couldn't stop himself, he just walked back to her, and as she took her steps away, backing away, he followed as though a magnet pulled him... when she came up against the wall and stopped, he just stood their gazing, eyes riveted to her sweet innocent face, it's sensuality seething underneath, his hand came up when he didn't know, oh the touch of her hair, her gentle curve of cheek, he just wanted to be here forever, the other hand soon followed, her cheek rested in the cup of his palm, innocence against knowledge... he could only stare into her eyes and go near... she didn't stop him, he didn't stop himself, he wanted to just tonight he just so wanted to feel those lips against his, this once, now here now... all sound cut out, he began to swoop toward her, to make her his, to become hers.

how could he lose control like that?

and now she is saying make me understand... he can't... he must push her out out of his life.

how?

and he walked straight in to the bustling diwali party to the girl who felt safe, with whom he never lost control, who'd always put him first and take what he can give... lavanya. he held her hand and said... "shadi kar raha hai," getting married... he looked at no one as he said the words. he'd turned his entire position on marriage, but it wasn't because he loved his girl friend and wanted her to be part of his life... it was because he lost his bearings entirely on the issue of letting anyone, any girl matter to him in his life, yet there she stood outside the glass door and all he wanted was her her and just more of her. how could such a thing have happened.

her world shattered as she saw him do what he did... 18, in love, with a mysterious, broken man, who aroused her as she never knew one could be, kept her payal safe, put it on for her like a lover would, made her want to be held and smothered with hard passionate kisses, confused woh sab.

and now he is marrying the girl he said he never would. a girl who had become a friend of hers...

tu hi bata mere maula..

his eyes never left her, her tears just flowed on.

this was a night like no other night.

Indi lovely descritpion all heights and lows both of them went through ASR trying to hide behind his sophisticated facade but Khushi all her feelings for all to see but slowly she also tries to overcome with a facade of cheer she also tries to go about her work for the evening of looking cheerful happy and leave without anyone's help but the man who says means nothing does not leave her alone follows her getting to know her original feelings at the last minute gets some satisfaction that sheis not immune to him and drops her safetly at her parents home why????? for someone doesnt mean anything  My comments in blue and loved all the purples and dark purples more and then all that you wrote was fantastic Edited by chalhov - 11 years ago

Wonderful discussions about Why Khushi would follow arnav and ask questions after the missed kiss. Really enjoyed reading all the perspectives...

I wonder now what if she hadnt asked those questions that night? What if she had just felt awkward and confused and just let it be and left his house??
I think that is what ASR would have wanted, definitely. He just so badly wanted to forget what had just happened...and he wanted her to just forget all of that even more badly! Yes it was too much dealing with all that at that moment...He just did not want to confront what he felt at that time...but Khushi wouldnt let it be.


Suppose if she had just left that day...i think the situation wouldnt have changed much. Yes ASR would not have announced his wedding plans to La that night...but logically speaking...Khushi would have wanted to confront him some time...May be next day? How could she just let it be? I mean just forget about it? When she has that pressure of saying yes or no to some other guy? Here's the guy she had fallen for and realized it. She want sure if he felt the same way.. Some hints yes...but not enough specially going by how he was temperamental when it came to her? He had humiliated her...saved her life...yet would not miss a chance to insult her when he was angry...You would want a "clear" Yes or No from a guy like that when it is a decision about your life..Signals wouldnt do.

So i feel even if Khushi hadnt asked ASR...ASR would still feel the need to go into complete denial only because he was too shocked at how he reacted that night. I feel, even if Khushi wouldnt ask him, whenever he would meet khushi next he would have again insulted her at any given opportunity to just prove it didnt mean anything to him.

Whatever he says...he still felt that "need" to justify and reaffirm that she means nothing to him.
This is also the reason he pushed her her about her questions about her payal when in his SUV. She refused to ask it again...
He had said.."nahi jaan na chahti apni payal ke baare main?" Some people said ... had she said yes...he would have told her...i say No way!
That was just his need to tell her...she had no importance in his life...he needed to break her heart and someway still maintain "Farak nahi padta hai" to maintain his own sanity.
And would have always been in denial...forced denial...had it not been for news of Khushi's engagement...
That is when his mission changed...
From mujhe farak nahi padta to...proving that mujhe pade na pade Tumhe zaroor padta hai!!!
somewhere he knew she knows ASR ko farak padta hai but the thought of her being snatched away by some other guy...the very thought was scary for him.
"Kya kar rahi ho tum" he would say...!
Well for now...i think Khushi should have just gone to ASR and said the same dialog after shaadi announcement to La..."KYA KAR RAHE HO TUM!!!"🤣
Edited by ina211 - 11 years ago

Wiwy i hope this is wat u asked for...i just added a lil extra scene 😉...hope u lik it 😊

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chalhov,

thanks a tonne for your lovely notes and comments on 111. glad you were pulled in, hope you went all awww. 😃 every day you torture me with your beautiful songs. aaj meri baari. ha ha between you and me, i hope i wasn't too ott with that piece... i fell flat for these two in these diwali episodes. gah, i just saw 112 and 113 again to post a quick one, found myself sitting there staring at the screen after it was over. husband had to be told... "i really can't tell how good these two are." chalhov, even movies haven't given us in years this intensity, this understanding of character, this care with each and every piece of the spoken word and the wordless expressions as these episodes have. really, i wish sanaya irani would take her talent super seriously and enter the nasty world of movies. i so want to see them both act in fine film and tv.

hi everyone,

off to sydney for a week tonight. will be coming in for a while every day i hope. durga has sweetly taken over episode posting... thanks, my poet friend 🤗.

tried to finish 112/113 before leaving, then the computer ate up the stuff. maybe it's a sign, possibly that rushed writing was nota  good idea, hopefully, tomorrow.

i loved diwali week. it was for me the most powerful week of ipk.

the acting by the two in 112/113, just went deep into me and happily sat there. what is with these two. why are they so good? and why am i not seeing them on my screen any more.

i will see you soon.

please do pray that all goes fab with my kid's conversion. and if any one of you is in singapore on 26 may, sunday, please come and celebrate with us her becoming a bat mitzvah girl.

a coming of age ceremony in the jewish tradition. lots of dancing, music, food.

sohara,

i saw your comments on 46. thanks so much. will reply tomorrow once i am in sydney. i like your calling it a  "heck" of an analysis. awww.😃