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BarunDiwani

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Posted: 11 years ago

#1001

Originally posted by: wiwy
Hey all
I am off to see my parents tomorrow. I am especially dying to hug my dad. Yes, Durgey will try to visit the thread in Jaipur. Have Pmed new riddle for Thread 11 to Indi. Missing all of you so much.Thanks once again for your good wishes for my dad.
9 May was Rabindra Jayanti, Tagore's birthday and I wanted to post something on him but couldn't. Just posting this hymn from Gitanjali. This is for all of you especially BD and Cynthia:
I know not how thou singest, my master! I ever listen in silent amazement.
The light of thy music illumines the world. The life breath of thy music runs from sky to sky. The holy stream of thy music breaks through all stony obstacles and rushes on.
My heart longs to join in thy song, but vainly struggles for a voice. I would speak, but speech breaks not into song, and I cry out baffled. Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!

WIWY!!!🤗🤗 this is beautiful my master of riddles! thanks so much for it and for the deditcation. mmmuuuwwwaaas. I'm def a fan of Tagore thanks to you. also i'm ROFL at the answer to the riddle...so its established, tea too is female and a phangurl 😆

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BarunDiwani

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Posted: 11 years ago

#1002

Originally posted by: supriya.arshi

Supi, thanks a ton again, as always enjoyed / agreed with you comments. Yep if only Arnav could accept his love, but alas he has more of a journey ahead till he can finally with all his heart admit it. good for us, bad for Khushi😆 ur right she doesn't hold grudges :)
so glad you liked the edits too :) thanks again dear!

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Mysticaldivine

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Posted: 11 years ago

#1003

Originally posted by: wiwy
Riddle No. 9:😃

Why did Arnav's chest turn red when tea was thrown on it?😆

Answer to Riddle No. 9 (wiwy ishtyle):😃

As soon as tea touched Arnav's chest it did naughtea things to him!😆

You are too naugtea my dear riddler .Good one👏👏

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Mysticaldivine

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Posted: 11 years ago

#1004

Originally posted by: wiwy
Hey all
I am off to see my parents tomorrow. I am especially dying to hug my dad. Yes, Durgey will try to visit the thread in Jaipur. Have Pmed new riddle for Thread 11 to Indi. Missing all of you so much.Thanks once again for your good wishes for my dad.
9 May was Rabindra Jayanti, Tagore's birthday and I wanted to post something on him but couldn't. Just posting this hymn from Gitanjali. This is for all of you especially BD and Cynthia:
I know not how thou singest, my master! I ever listen in silent amazement.
The light of thy music illumines the world. The life breath of thy music runs from sky to sky. The holy stream of thy music breaks through all stony obstacles and rushes on.
My heart longs to join in thy song, but vainly struggles for a voice. I would speak, but speech breaks not into song, and I cry out baffled. Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!

wiwy this is beautiful 👍🏼 for that TAGORE is the best there is no question about it and as I am optimist very strong in my view and this one is in my book to keep me reminding every time when I feel down

I have become my own version of an optimist. If I can't make it through one door, I'll go through another door - or I'll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.
Rabindranath Tagore

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indi52

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Posted: 11 years ago

#1005

episode 117

two sets of memories battled.
and a man struggled valiantly against memories that refused to budge. finally, one set of memories took precedence, and the man swore many things to himself, but would it work?

and though the day ended on a capitulation to an obscene adversary it seemed, there was a funny kind of happiness in it... there was something really precious in the way khushi sat alone after everything, under the stars, and slowly unfolded her fingers and looked at her two hands, her eyes rested on the bandage on her ring finger and she seemed to remember who put it there and what buaji had said... the nerve from that finger goes straight to the heart, the dil. his bandage lay on that finger. really, was that ring on the wrong finger even valid as a sign of engagement?

the mother and the sister protested. but the buaji held sway today. and khushi was commanded to put the ring on shyam's finger, "ee lo pahanai deo..." watch khushi's face as the ring comes out of the pocket, and the box is opened, there's something close to horror in her eyes. it seemed to have suddenly struck her what was upon her. silently, without a word, sanaya expressed beautifully a state of mind. torn, worried, just after the exhausting emotional scene at the temple, now this.

as buaji insisted she looked at her babuji who wanted to say no, but she couldn't read him right today, perhaps she was too tired.

then she thought of the man she loved... a hundred memories, all beautiful, all of her soul, not even one ugly one.
the flashbacks came...
he is holding out a box of food to her.
her dupatta is stuck to his cuff link.
she's lecturing him in the car on the way to nainital. oh nainital.
she's falling onto him as he pulls her out of a ditch.
she's just spat water out onto his face.
her face is buried against his steady strong shoulder at the hospital.
fairy lights, he takes them off her, slow and gentle.
she's fallen on him and they lie there in the middle of a rangoli, colour everywhere, he's looking at her.
he's drawing her close, so close, to blow dust from her eyes.
he holds her hand, looks into her eyes and walks her out of rings of diyas, she is lost in him.
he kneels before her.
puts on her payal...
he wants to kiss her... she wants him to kiss her...

and along with these came perhaps memories that didn't need flashbacks, for they were part of her by now. the way she looked at her father said it all. perhaps in her mind was a picture of a little khushi at 8 crying, and this man making funny faces trying to stop her tears, memories of him as she grew up, 10, 11, learning to make jalebis maybe at 15, babuji delighted chhutki has done well in maths, learning to drive a car with him, him insisting it was perfectly ok for a girl to have her own scooter and then getting it for her, babuji who loved with all he had; not rich, not powerful, but a loving gentle kind man who'd stood by her when she most needed someone. her dear friend and father. to whom she was more like a son, the responsible one, his second in command.

it was a moment when her whole life seemed to flash before her eyes, she couldn't understand what her father's writhing and shaking of head meant, and while he watched with wretched tears, khushi the daughter put the ring on to the wrong man's finger.

khushi an orphan, khushi who loves babuji, khushi who brings light and happiness. khushi who loves her laad governor, her rakshas, her arnavji.

"khussie, haath aage badao bitiya... apne babuji ki khatir haath age baddao..." khushi, hold out your hand for your father's sake, prompted buaji, a touch of the most macabre cheerleader in her, shyam just stood back and faked sweet meekness, letting her do all the work... what delegation. and on khushi's face a fabulous touch of what was it ... as she extended her hand.

"ee ka hai?" what's this, buaji is shocked.

her ring finger was taken already. at the auspicious hour, the man whom she loved and the man who loved her had already wrapped it with complete attention and tenderness, and claimed it. his to hurt, his to heal, his to hate, his to worship, above all his to love... "khushi."

how could khushi not remember that.

"kauno baat nahin... doosra haath badao.." no matter, extend the other hand. so the ring went to the wrong finger... not engaged really.

and at that very moment, a turbulence in the man who would push her away forever, but never leave her in his heart and soul. maybe he could sense the mayhem at gh. he walks restless in his room. pacing, out by the pool, looking up at the sky as he does when troubled.

the ring is slipped on. shyam grabs her hand with both of his, she had used just one hand and barely touched his skin while putting on the ring. he is alien to her... her own is allowed to grab her, hold her, push her, touch her ankle tenderly, draw closer and closer. not this person. who was he to her? she would do her best not to touch him. so what if it was an engagement ring she slipped on.

but a storm is rising in both. he at the poolside now, she before her tormentor.

a drop of blood on his finger. and memory. as camera pans, thoughts of wiping her blood away drift in... from inside him, a call, quiet, still with a trace of yearning, and wonder... "khushi..."

he remembers their fight at the temple... get out of my life today... he is angry, they are fighting... he picks up tissues and starts wiping her red off him... as he had that day after bersarai... what's happening to me he'd asked that day... today he perhaps knows, and the pain is even more intense, the need to reject even greater.

i said leave, dammit. but she's falling into his arms that first day they met... he's whirling away with her in the rain carrying her to safety putting his own life on the line...wipe, rub, erase this sign of her on his skin... in the rain her face is so close as he holds her, no idea he must let go, their first ever hug, in the pouring water, ocean and his shore... he's dropping her from his office, he's pushing her against that wall in the guest house... every memory, all early ones, from that very first day... oh he's carrying her home, the first time he ever held her in his arms and walked with her... why won't the blood go off? heck, more tissue... she's dashing into him, sindoor everywhere, the two together... he must stop that fall at teej, hold on to her... she's yielding under him in a hot store room one sunday... she's walked into him and her earring is stuck to his shirt pocket... he's twisted her arm and is dragging her close, she's called him immoral... in his office, under the stars with tears in her eyes, she's hugging him desperately in the hospital... they are falling on a rangoli... and it's diwali. he hurls the whole tissue box away.

but there's the payal, the kiss coming close...

"nahi karoonga usse yaad, aaj ke baad kabhi usske baare mein nahin sochunga..." he is in extreme pain, he will not remember her, after today he won't think of her again. exactly the sort of promises she'd made that very evening.

finally shyam talks of taking all of ranisahiba's wealth. so by this episode it's pretty clear why he married her. wonder why his character lost direction entirely along the way.

a bandage, a drop of blood, a flood of memories, let's see what tomorrow brings.
Edited by indi52 - 11 years ago

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indi52

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Posted: 11 years ago

#1006

Originally posted by: wiwy
Hey all
I am off to see my parents tomorrow. I am especially dying to hug my dad. Yes, Durgey will try to visit the thread in Jaipur. Have Pmed new riddle for Thread 11 to Indi. Missing all of you so much.Thanks once again for your good wishes for my dad.
9 May was Rabindra Jayanti, Tagore's birthday and I wanted to post something on him but couldn't. Just posting this hymn from Gitanjali. This is for all of you especially BD and Cynthia:
I know not how thou singest, my master! I ever listen in silent amazement.
The light of thy music illumines the world. The life breath of thy music runs from sky to sky. The holy stream of thy music breaks through all stony obstacles and rushes on.
My heart longs to join in thy song, but vainly struggles for a voice. I would speak, but speech breaks not into song, and I cry out baffled. Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!

tumi kemon kore gaan koro he guni
ami obak hoye shuni, kebol shuni...

wiwy, thanks, sir. 9 may was poncheeshe boishakh this year... now is this a mere coincidence, it was the day my daughter was officially bat mitzvah. so, that old joke is true, the bong can't get anything done without some element of kobi guru in it. i love it. he passed away on 22 sravan if i'm not mistaken, my mom's birthday.

i hope you have a great time with your parents. and drop in for naughtea funa s and when you can. will post the answer and new riddle tomorrow. just got back from sydney. bushed. have a good trip. see you soon.

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indi52

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Posted: 11 years ago

#1007

Originally posted by: ina211

I think i should start reading Mills and Boon now...
I am 32 though!...Is it too late to start?? :P :P

perfect age, ina. just go for it. but find the old ones...the anne mather, janet dailey, ann hampson, i forget the names of writers. rumour was, a lot of them were men. seems this series was developed to teach young women english in commonwealth countries. whatever. this girl had a lot of fun from age 13 to 18 reading them. then one fine day, it just stopped. oh the men were gorgeous... always arms akimbo. 😆 page 57 first brutal kiss, the ami kind. by page 157 major love and story ends. you must try. my mother started reading these at around your age i think and never really stopped.

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750185

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Posted: 11 years ago

#1008

Happy Mothers Day my dead sisters to all for we are all mothers to each other! Xo Cyn

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Posted: 11 years ago

#1009

Originally posted by: indi52

tumi kemon kore gaan koro he guni
ami obak hoye shuni, kebol shuni...

wiwy, thanks, sir. 9 may was poncheeshe boishakh this year... now is this a mere coincidence, it was the day my daughter was officially bat mitzvah. so, that old joke is true, the bong can't get anything done without some element of kobi guru in it. i love it. he passed away on 22 sravan if i'm not mistaken, my mom's birthday.

i hope you have a great time with your parents. and drop in for naughtea funa s and when you can. will post the answer and new riddle tomorrow. just got back from sydney. bushed. have a good trip. see you soon.

Wish such beautiful words Tagore has written! Thanks
I pray for your safe journey and continued healing for your dad
Always. Xo cyn

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Posted: 11 years ago

#1010

Originally posted by: indi52

tumi kemon kore gaan koro he guni
ami obak hoye shuni, kebol shuni...

wiwy, thanks, sir. 9 may was poncheeshe boishakh this year... now is this a mere coincidence, it was the day my daughter was officially bat mitzvah. so, that old joke is true, the bong can't get anything done without some element of kobi guru in it. i love it. he passed away on 22 sravan if i'm not mistaken, my mom's birthday.

i hope you have a great time with your parents. and drop in for naughtea funa s and when you can. will post the answer and new riddle tomorrow. just got back from sydney. bushed. have a good trip. see you soon.

Wiwy have a nice time with your dad.

and plz do post something about Tagore. I'm also a fan of his poetry, though not so familiar with the songs, just heard a few.

Indi, it was marvelous that you got some great tagore connection with your family.

what is that boishakh and sravan?

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