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I loved loved loved the episode.
Ismay kya nahi hai? Action hai, Drama hai, Melodrama hai, Maa-Bhen hai. Maza a gaya!
That was one paisa vasool episode. If that does not uplift the flaccid TRPs, I don't think any bus trips from Delhi Via Agra can help.
Paro baisa sits with the doll and a revelation hits her like a bolt of lightening.
Rudra is the ONE, he is her one and only Consumashunator.
No one, no other man can be THAT for her.
To hell with Sumer, SomeErrorOfNature, SomeError, she can only be Moonchiya's because that is what Bholenaath ordained. Since Bholenath could not have descended and made a public service announcement himself, he had lined up events to light the bulb for Paro.
She quickly changes into her trusty New Balance Cross-trainers and runs out of the house in one straight line, ignoring the furniture, trees, ponds or roads in her way.
I wonder if Kailash Kher had never sung the song Teri Deewani, how many romantic longing scenes would have fallen flat as if accompanied by some mind numbing useless number of Yo Yo Honey Singh-a. Further, how would Sanjay Leela Bhansali ever conceive a heroine's longing and desperation to reach her lover, all the more prolonged, painfully, by endlessly long hallways. Both were beautifully captured by ardent imitators and copiers.
Sumer can't quite understand how his tractor was rejected for BSD's phatphatiya. Well, because didn't you hear Moonchiya claim "phatphatiya all d way!!" well, he did to me, stupid.
Moonchiya paces his office like a restless tiger bound in a zoo cage, the place too small to contain his fury and confusion. He orders coffee, tea, paan, hajmola and pepto bismol but nothing seems to abate the tumult in his stomach. Is it love or is it the canteen food? And just like that, he is given the Biggest Package In Rajasthan Puruskar in a special samaroh, while Thakur hides under a table and eats his heart out, his own size having shrunk considerably under the fumes of chloroform.
Moonchiya's chest all but puffs with pride, ripping a few buttons off the top. His Hathoday Haath do a salute and all I want to do is hold them and swing on them and fling the rest of those buttons open, and picture him in nothing but that spanking shiny medal.
Paro baisa finishes her marathon run and is glowing from a runner's high. No doubt the rush of edorphins filled her with uncanny optimism and she sheds every last bit of her shame and makes a very public confession. The crowd is more aghast at the discovery of Major saab playing with dolls than the unabashed admission of love.
Moonchiya drags paro out before she embarrasses him about the doll and takes her to Jaanch Kaksha. I wish he conducted some more detailed, slow and excruciatingly titillating "Jaanch" of her in the Kaksha, as i chomped furiously on my Lays potato chips (ran out of popcorn). If I ever wrote a RR fanfiction, I'd dedicate an entire chapter to Jaanch Kaksha, I promise.
Gudiyon se khela veer purush rudra. Paro does unthinkable things to Rudra's mind. I imagine his his zipper bursting open in desire, his ripped back breaking into a sheen of sweat, under the tensions and heat of Paro's naked confessions, I mean naked emotions, I mean naked words, shit. never mind.
Meanwhile, in the Haveli, KakiCumMaasi's inner Nautanki Films comes to the yore, as she enacts Shahjahan's embattled servant. Sumer wants Tequila Shots instead as he thinks of his royal KLPD. Mythili discovers a panty, a bra, a discarded ghaghra and panty liner all lined along the haveli courtyard. Now, she knows someone was impersonating Paro but her Nancy Drew instincts are squashed by Moriarty KcM, in a strange cross over of fictional characters.
Rudra is mortified knowing all these uncomfortable feelings couldn't be attributed to the Streeside Bhandari ChatWala's awesome Golgappas or to the Khatai Paani, laced with the dirt straight from under the fingernails of Bhandari Babu. He realizes if he is not careful he will be reduced to Rahul a la Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. What he fears most is singing in the Rain with arms outstretched like Rahul. No sir, playing with dolls and getting that out to the world was embarrassing enough.
Paro is hell bent on being Moonchiya's Siamese twin. She is like attach me attach me attach me to your hips, I bring the offer of my Sexy Kamariya to you and beseech you to attach me.
And the only attachment Moonchiya can think of has nothing to do with saree fall or siamese twins. Bah! Little does Paro know.
Song Dedication to Paro and Rudra
(watch Rahul at 0:33 and 0:44 secs)
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TDmLSuXt-ZE[/YOUTUBE]
Fan Fictions
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