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Hello Guys, here's Smitar's take on last night. Enjoy! đ
Mala strolls in to the BSD office as though it were her maikka and walks right in to the historic, momentous moment that all IF phangurls and viewers had been waiting for since Rudra rolled on the hot desert sands with Parvati in his arms on the pretext of saving her from a bullet. Satyanaash!
And then Paro introduces the mother of the year, sorry, century, to her son. She says, "Rudra."
Mala suddenly recognises her Nanna Munna Rahi tha jo ab Desh ka Sipaahi he. The boy she had fed roti to has grown up! Her eyes fill with tears in anticipation of a grand, royal welcome from her one and only son. Parvati, her protege, weeps in empathy, expecting a Major hug and cries of Maasa...Rudra...Maasa...Rudra... to fill the air.
Alas! Majorsaa refuses to play ball. Nobody had taught him the rules, you see. I mean, how does one react to one's long-lost Maasa when she comes swanning back in to your life after full 15 years, all battered and weeping? The BSD's training did not include this module. So our Banna is stumped.
"Yeh kitna bada ho gaya!" says the proud mother. Rudra stares incredulously at her. Did she really expect me to remain 13 for ever and ever?' Banna wonders. Flashbacks of classmates taunting him, of Dilsher assuring him that starving and being stubborn wouldn't bring back his mother who was enjoying her second honeymoon in Seychelles rush through his mind, drying the tears in his eyes. The portrait of the Thakur and the Thakurain, done seconds before the Thakur chloroformed his wife and carted her away flash through his mind. The smell of fresh paint he had breathed in at that moment returns to turn his stomach. A tear trails down his lean cheek to be lost in the stubble. All IF girls clutch their hearts in empathy, running through wads and wads of tissue. Mala smiles and smiles as Rudra and we cry.
Parvati looks at Mala's smiling face and Rudra's roudra face and realises that something bad is going to hit the fan.
"Itna chota sa tha Rudra," Mala bleats. "Mera Rudra," she whimpers and raises her hand to caress his cheek fifteen years too late.
Rudra looks at her coldly and beats a hasty retreat. He has to go and exercise his dancing side.
Laila, dressed for an evening concert in some five-star venue, sees her hope for the future storm out in anger, followed by the said hope's gavar patni. She tries to get her pawn, Mala to summon Rudra back, but fails.
Thakur is running out of places to hide. "Pata nahi kahan jaayenge," he screams. His career, his life, his marriage, his wealth, his position etc are all under threat. Soon he is going to run out of sherwanis to wear, wine to drink and places to hide. Kya hoga uska, bhagwaan? "Jaana hoga, phir se bhaagna hoga," he says. Bhaaging is a contagious disease affecting everyone associated with Mala. Karma is a bitch, Thakursaa, especially when you are married to Mala who has perfected the art of running away. Dishu ko choda, Thakur ko paaya. Thakur ko choda, Rudra ko paane ki jugaad ho rahi he.
Paro informs Rudra that her Saasumma has come to stay and there is no way her Patidev can bhaag again. She knows that he excels in 2 modes of warfare "shouting and bhaaging". So Paro tells him you bhagged for 15 years and all that got you was Laila. Why don't you try the alternative and shout at your Mommy? Maybe that will get your frustration out of the way and Heli Sun Le Ramji, Rangrasiya tu, Manbasiya tu, we can begin our marriage? Pleejjj?
Why does Paro take care of Mala? Mala is her Maasa figure, the lady who taught her morals & principles (ahem...Rudra, beware...), taught her Heli Sun song, gave her the bangle to wear which is now MIA...
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His Maasa was hurt, bleeding. He wanted to help her but his pain, his hurt, his past, his ego wouldn't let him. So she had to take his place. Paro had to do what Rudra wanted to do but could not let himself do.
"She is not my Maa. Don't call her my Maa. I am that piece of her body that she cut and threw away from herself," says Rudra. "She was the one who ridiculed our relationship, shamed it. Rota reh gaya mein, akela, dara hua."
He gives her an ultimatum, "Do you want to remain with your husband or with her?"
Paro ignores it as the ultimatum deserves to be ignored, knowing very well that he will never send her out of his life, not after exerting himself to stand on the pattri and publicly forcing her give the vachan to never leave him. Fevicol ka jod he ab.
Rudra proves her wrong when she says you can't run, by driving away to some rooftop and getting sloshed. He takes himmat from the rum bottle, the himmat that Paro had asked Bholenath to give Major Saab. Now I know why BSD waale have rum rations.
Laila tries to fish in troubled waters but Paro makes it clear that she is not in the mood to give license to strangers to fish in her territory, previous experience having taught her that danger can come to her in haldi and puppets, dal and gulabi choodi, chilli powder and haunted ghost inns. That her Jallad is hot property, that he is being eyed by thousand of phangurls on IF who are ready to take her place the minute she vacates it. The last thing she needs right now is Laila eyeing Rudra like a hungry mongrel eyes a juicy bone. So Paro shows Laila the door.
When Paro met Rudra, she had no idea that any woman existed in his world. He was so loud a misogynist that it must have never struck her that he might be involved with any woman, that any woman would be brave enough to take him on. The haldi murder attempt should have raised questions in her mind, but they didn't. Her picture of Rudra changed after his midnight confession in the haunted house of his zaroorat ka rishta that lasted aath saal, har raat with Laila. As she grappled with the new avatar of Rudra and its ramifications on her pavitra but tenuous rishta with him and the insidious efforts of Laila to claim a place in Rudra's life, insecurities set in. Paro was always Laila's trump card, the gavar village belle who could be manipulated with tears and sentimental outpourings. Laila used Paro and her realisation that there was a lot missing in her relationship with Rudra, that her marriage-done-under-influence may not really have been what Rudra wanted, that her public declaration of her love and its disastrous consequences might have pushed Rudra in to marrying her. But Paro has changed now. Her innate intelligence that owes nothing to formal education and her faith in Rudra's indirect declaration of his love make her term Laila as baharwaali. Laila baisa, a lot happened here when you were sweet-talking Mala and drinking with Teju. Duniya badal gayi and you never knew!
Mala is one lucky woman. She left 15 years back and her husband and her son are still waiting for her. They haven't moved on. Dilshu has not remarried. Rudra has not filled the vacuum Mala left.
Dilshu's "Woh laut aayi," seems more filled with hope than hatred. "Aakhir woh aa gayi," he says, realising that his son, Rudra's belief that his mother would return one day has been proven right.
Danveer sees all his secrets tumbling out in to the open and fears for his old bones as they may be crushed by Rudra in his tandav. The secret phone calls, the rendezvous in the rain...He should never have gone that route, he thinks. Now Rudra will stop calling him Kakusa and replace the endearment with obscenities. The soldier in him straightens his spine and stands ready to face every eventuality.
Mala finally gets what has been coming to her for some time. She sees her son for the wreck that he is. The tall, strong, handsome ...ahem.. adult body of his hides the soul of a scared child. Rudra informs her in detail about all the chhoti & badi chot she caused him and begs her to leave him to live. This is the beneficial effect of alcohol. He would never have exposed his scarred heart and battered soul to Mala but for it. Is it time for Mala to grow up?
And Paro is eavesdropping.
Looking forward to an emosional atyachar Somwaar!!!
Mangal Lakshmi
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