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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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Posted: 12 years ago

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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 - 12 years ago

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indi52

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Posted: 12 years ago

#1003

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: 12 years ago

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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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Posted: 12 years ago

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

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Posted: 12 years ago

#1006

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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Crazy4IPK

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Posted: 12 years ago

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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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Crazy4IPK

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#1008

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!😆

oh gosh what an answer.

you have become naughtytea day by day.

I wish i could be that tea!😔

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Mysticaldivine

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Posted: 12 years ago

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@Indi

Good to hear that you are back and had a nice journey.Once again Congratulations for your daughter conversion.😊

Edited by ArshiHamesha - 12 years ago

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Mysticaldivine

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YOU HAVE SEEN MY HUMBLE SIDE. TRUST ME YOU WON'T LIKE THE OTHER...

ARSHI"S INDEX

Episode Part116- 117

Khushi's Engagement PART -3

Continue from Part -2

Tu Hi Bata Mere Maula-5^th time

Egoistic and narcissistic ways of Arnav and Shyam are making a rose, a pearl , and a pure soul muddled and crushed but the only thing is making a difference is Shyam's covetous and avaricious acts over Arnav's altruistic ,benevolent, timid ,caring and bleeding heart acts in this process.Arnav's discontent ,anxiety , and tizzy dither over hers during engagement was unbearable and that's make a BIG difference.

Tu Hi Bata Mere Maula-5^th time

Gar pyar inn ko keenche takrar inn ko roke'Raba

Symbolisms and connection:Khushi and Arnav walking away with the promise for not seeing each other under the SUN , but parents know how to make things work along with DM who is watching every move to turn it around and above all Krishna is joining the team to bring this atheist at one voice "Hari" as other meaning of Hari is "SUN "[Indi and Rebecca that's why Hari Prakash is coming which I've been pointing out all along] and above all one of Hari's meaning is "ISHQ" as Arnav's eye of love is going to see things in that flame which is going to burn him to make him realize "What is he doing?" in his jealousy where he is at the verge of losing her and that fear just like "Hamesha keh Liye" is too unbearable for him.Hari is the name of Krishna and Vishnu who takes away all the distress and anxieties and he will be releasing his and hers distress all along.

PONDERING CONNECTED DOTS:The payesh wedding is one of the biggest distress will be solved in this way after realization "tou who sach keh rahi thi"[She was telling the truth] which started in epi 1^st.[TRUST is sneaking in]

Yuon to bade hain. inke kadam inhain rashta tuhi dikha..Rabba

Walking in the same direction parallel meaning they will be together in hate or love

Shyam's plan is bringing fruit to him as Buaji ,his biggest pawn is declaring he does not need any Mahuraat ...announcing the same as Arnav thinks he is God and he writes other people's destiny along with him and Shyam too as he can play around with people's destiny to make his own .During and after engagement his bracelet was so much visible as always.

The part which I loved was this parallel scene, side by side.Khushi is forced to put engagement ring on him for Babuji's sake.Buaji's love for his brother is understandable but her illogical theory of making a pure soul going through all without her consent can't justify anything.Poor father is warning her child and but just like the other night her "Theek hai" when Arnav left her with this "koi matlab nahin"[doesn't mean anything] ,it is still reflecting here but not with that intensity as she is doing it for the time being and will take care of later.She did not touch him while putting ring on him as she is not allowing herself to touch him and will not do so as only one man can cast this right and she gave him this right unintentionally.

Her hesitant in this matter starts when he tries to put her ring .She does not want to raise her hand .

Buaji,"khushi, haath aage badhao bitiya... apne babuji ki khatir haath age badhao..." [khushi, hold out your hand for your father's sake,] and an orphan looks at her father who gave her everything and taught her to be a fighter as she is like his son and commander in chief after him but couldn't get his sense of directions today in this delusional paying off day.

She is echoing each and every moment which she spent with her Arnavji in her each breath which is saying his name right now. His concerns in that tiffin box,his attachment through her Dupatta,his patience for her blabbering during Nainital where he became her protector, His concerns while pulling her off from the ditch right next to his heart to be safe,his tenderness while taking off fairy lights and arousing her desires in her,his closeness during blowing dust in her eyes with passionate touch, His care while crossing diyas looking in her eyes to show her his presence with compassion ,his kneeling down for putting payal on her with respect and above all his tenderheartedness in his each and every action is raising her heartbeat to kiss her...Yes she wants to kiss him not this stranger...

who is ready to put the ring on her and she just lets him for the sake of her father.She is definitely having all the moments in front of her eyes where this father did whatever in his command to make her life happy and full of zing.This is paying off time...but..here he is again in front of her eyes THE man who just wrapped his tenderness around her hand in front of God and parents ,who just took oath to be with her through thick and thin ,The man she loved and he loved her no matter what..its impossible to forget as he is the reason of her breathing"Hum saans hi nahi le payenge"[I wouldn't be able to breath]

'Buaji snaps her out,"What is this ...its ok give your other hand "...Ring in a wrong hand meaning engagement did not occur ...

PONDERING CONNECTED DOTS:Shyam during his revelation points out that there is no one witness for this engagement and no pics.He thought here really well but how he supposed to hide the wedding ...just a thought!

Khushi is sitting under the moon to seek answers from her parents thinking about two incidents which happened in one day with flowing tears.She did not give any attention to Scorpy who declared today why did he marry Anjali...Good job my girl...

Just wondering is this the same gift wrapper Arnav finds during Prreto wedding...

Her heart beat which does not need to cover any distance and is raising its inundation in his heart with arising storm .His foreboding ,premonition and apprehension is not making him rest either .The BG music is adding fuel to the fire .Walking back and forth in his room..They both are going through turbulent moments at this moment which was rising each moment while ring was slipping in her finger.Standing bsides Eternal Heaven[poolside] in gripping heartfelt pain.

PONDERING CONNECTED DOTS:When Khushi told him leaving "hamesha keh Liye" he was standing with waving curtains going through with pain but intensity has been raged now since then...

A drop of blood makes him wonder about how he wipes off her blood in Mandir and then fight.."Aaj se abhi se meri zindagi se nikal jao"[from this very moment get out of my life]

Rage runs through his veins and he takes tissue to wipe that "MARK" off of him as she does not want to keep any relation with him as they just had fight and promises for not seeing each others

PONDERING CONNECTED DOTS:Coming after Bersarai he was wiping Sindoor off as she did not talk to him.But today the intensity bar is way higher to bring it down to forget her.

The intensity of whirling emotions in him in this scene is unbearable..I said Leave Dammit, about flashbacks of her falling into his arms in Sheesh Mahal,his taking her in his arms for safety during rain without thinking of his own,...

Erasing her MARK by wiping vigorously

Her closeness during rain hug under the pouring emotions within and from the sky ,dropping her from his office in rage which she initiated,pushing her against the wall in guest house wher he touched her very first time and touched her tenderness ,for bringing her home by carrying her in his arms first time and got Marked by her bangles

More tissues as "Her Mark" is not leaving ,

They banged together by splashing Sindoor all over,holding on to her teej too close to him ,their encounter in store room where he realized she is leaving him forever..

tissues after tissues for making this "Mark"out of his life

Her closeness while her earing got stuck with her,his twisting her too close to show her his command when she calls him a man without character,Her sharing her secrets under the stars with tears,her hugging him in hospital for his protection and her dependence ,falling on Rangoli splashing all colors...and DIWALI he is ready to kiss her...

flinging the tissue box,Arnav swearing "nahi karoonga usse yaad, aaj ke baad kabhi usske baare mein nahin sochunga..."[ with pain After today I will not remember her or think of her again.] Same way she made in the Mandir .."Bhool keh bhi unhan yaad nahin karainge"[I will never remember him ]

A scoundrel had just won his first round but did he?

The promises have been made as "they will not see or remember each other" {na tumhari shakal nahin dekhni hai aur na tumhari baat sunni hai...aur yeh definitely mere haath mein hai KKG...Aaj keh baad humain bhi aapse nahin milna hai Mr ASR] hmmm/..

but can they ? Lets proceed ...shall we?