Blast from the Past Thread #7, ep 87, pg 119 - Page 104

Originally posted by: chalhov

ASR and Khushi they keep turning back to see each other why??????

 

Song for them😉😆 will try for the engish translation later

 

 

mud mud ke na dekh
mud mud ke

zindagaani ke safar mein
tu akela hi nahi hai
humbhi tere humsafar hain

zindagaani ke safar mein
tu akela hi nahi hai
humbhi tere humsafar hain

mud mud ke na dekh
mud mud ke

aaye gaye manzilon ke nishaa
lehra ke jhooma jhuka aasmaan
lekin rukega na ye kaarvaan

'
mud mud ke na dekh
mud mud ke

mud mud ke na dekh
mud mud ke

zindagaani ke safar mein
tu akela hi nahi hai
humbhi tere humsafar hain

mud mud ke na dekh
mud mud ke

naino senaina jo mila ke dekhe
mausam ke saath muskura ke dekhe
duniya ussi ki hai jo aage dekhe

naino senaina jo mila ke dekhe
mausam ke saath muskura ke dekhe
duniya ussi ki hai jo aage dekhe

mud mud ke na dekh
mud mud ke

mud mud ke na dekh
mud mud ke

duniya ke saath jo badalta jaaye
jo uske saanche mein hi dhalta jaaye
duniya ussi ki hai jo chalta jaaye

hoye
mud mud ke na dekh
mud mud ke

zindagaani ke safar mein
tu akela hi nahi hai
humbhi tere humsafar hain
hoye

Originally posted by: chalhov

Chunari connection like Kishmet Konnection between ASR and Khushi always it plays the cupid the naughty cupid the kaam dev with his love arrow so the chunari the ear ring play that cupids arrow between the two and at the most likely places connects the two Episode 85 the chunari connection between the two leads to another sorry Khushi totally amazed perplexed with these sorries she cant digest❤️ one minute angry another minute apologetic with love raining from his eyes who is this LG Rakshas gentle lover what????   and this leads her to give/show  him his bride in LA which again shocks him he gives her a lookwhat does it mean but this time his telling off Khushi has a different touch to it

 yup the chunari played a pivotal role to connect Arnav and Khushi

chunarii chunarii...
laal ga.nj ke laal baadar se laal chunariya laa'ii
laal ra.ng me.n Daal Daalke laal laal ra.ngvaa'ii
aa jaa na chhuu le merii chunarii sanam
kuchh na mai.n boluu.n tujhe merii qasam
aa'ii jawaanii sar pe mere

tere bin kya karuu.n jawaanii pe raham
aa jaa na chhuu le merii chunarii sanam
kuchh na mai.n boluu.n tujhe merii qasam
merii chunarii laal ra.ng kii sharmaa'e ghabaraa'e
tuu jo Daale is pe nazar yeh aur laal ho jaa'e
terii chunarii lipaT lipaTke paagal mujhe banaa'e

pahale se hii taRap rahaa tha aur mujhe taRpaa'e
jaan-e-tamanna kar na aise sitam

 

 

Again Sorry for hurting you

 

 

 

Will ASR change from this avtaar Is this not ASR ??????

 

Main zindagi ka saath nibhata chala gaya
Har fikr ko dhuein mein udata chala gaya

I just kept going with the life,
Kept on flowing every worry like smoke..

Barbadiyon ka soz manana fizool tha
Barbadiyon ka jashn manata chala gaya

it was useless to be sad for the runings (of life, the things I lost)
(so) I kept on celebrating the ruinings..

Jo mil gaya usi ko muqaddar samajh liya
Jo kho gaya main usko bhulata chala gaya

Whatever I got, I considered that as my fate,
whatever I lost, I kept going, forgetting it..

Gham aur khushi mein fark na mehsoos ho jahaan
Main dil ko us makaam pe lata chala gaya

Where there is no difference felt in sorrow and joy,
I kept myself bringing to that point.. 

 

 

Originally posted by: cinthiann1758

 

Episode 79

                      

Outsmarted Again!

Three words; three words that is all he had to say, 'Kushi Kumari Gupta."  She is surprised to hear his voice.  Her family is there so she acts as if someone else is on the line, not to worry them.  He has had it; she should know her limits.  Why is this woman pushing him to marry someone else?  He doesn't want to get married at all.  He likes his freedom.  He doesn't want anything to do with love or emotions.  He had found the perfect woman to go along with his thoughts'so he thought until KKG came into the picture.  Kushi's replies are making no sense to all his comments because she is appeasing her family.  He is annoyed as she hangs up on him, "I'll come tomorrow!"  He calls again; how dare she hang up, he is not through yet.  The phone rings she disconnects the receiver and fakes a disconnected call.

Kushi leaves and Shyam is waiting.  She apologizes for her tardiness and hands him money for the tickets for her parent's tickets.  He gets insulted.  He says if she wants to return it to her he will take time.  There will be a day when he will ask for payment- a cup of tea but not today.

ASR Designs has its CEO walking in with clients to his office and lo and behold there is Lavanya holding lunch for him just like a wife would do.  His clients say that he didn't tell them and they acknowledge Lavanya as "Mrs. Raizada".  She says not yet.  He sends her home and "take your lunch too"!  He doesn't want it. Lavanya leaves, lunch in hand. "Please take a seat Gentleman", he continues with his meeting.

GH

Back at the RM ASR is admonishing Lavanya.  She has made that statement in front of clients and she knows he doesn't believe in marriage.  "REACT, DAMMIT! ANSWER ME!" he yells at her.  He tells her not to become KKG and he especially doesn't want to hear about any wedding.  Lavanya gets some courage and asks him what's so bad about marriage?  Why won't he name this relationship?  What is the problem?  He doesn't want to talk about it further.  He thinks," Kushi Kumari Gupta this is all your fault and you will pay for it!"

At the GH Papaji is looking out the window with such a depressed look on his face.  He is defeated.  Kushi sees him, feels his pain and he says to her he has failed his responsibility.  He has no job  and she works so hard to fulfill the financial responsibility for the family.  Kushi answers her mother left her but he took care of her and claimed in front of everybody her as his daughter.  She tells him they are her whole life. Do not lose hope; all will be well, she can do anything!  She also mentions that Shyam is there; Papaji is suspicious of Shyam.  Kushi says all will be well again!

At the RM dining table Anjali and Nani are making a list for shopping. ASR comes to the table and Anjali asks him if he gave thought to the marriage proposal.  "You know I don't believe in marriage".  Anjali says she knows his reasons but their parents'he doesn't want to talk about it and cuts her off.  Lavanya brings him coffee.  He says he is not changing his mind for anyone.  Anjali starts and he says "Di, please".  Conversation over.

He doesn't want to talk about it he has a headache.  Di goes into action.  Why didn't he tell her earlier?  He says he is not a child.  Nani gets her wallet and Anjali leaves the table.  The doorbell rings it is Kushi as he is rubbing his aching temple their eyes meet.  She remembers the call and is embarrassed and scared to face him.  He starts, "Kushi" and she interrupts him telling Lavanya letme teach you something in the kitchen; she grabs Lavanya and high tails out of there.  While in the kitchen, Anjali hears Kushi call ASR Laad Govenor, Lavanya receives a phone call and leaves and Anjali leaves while Kushi's back is turned and ASR comes and asks her why she disconnected his call.  He steps forward she steps back but into the counter and there is no where else for her to go.  She is nervous, she has a flour container in her hands and she drops it intentionally.  Atleast this will change the subject.  Mamiji comes in where's the earthquake she asks.  He has flour all over him and sneezes.  Mami blesses him and asks if he is taking cooking lessons.  He leaves and then turns with a look of "I'll get you" in his eyes.  Kushi thanks Mami for saving her.

Buaji and Kushi's parents are talking.  Buaji wants Kushi to marry.  Garima says Payal should be first but Aunt says it doesn't matter.  Why look elsewhere when he is right in front of us.  She is talking about Shyam.  Buaji says that Payal is a good and simple girl there are many boys for her but Kushi she is a different story. Shyam is perfect for her.

RM- Lavanya tells Kushi that "ASR is very angry with her not me."  Kushi is eating her chana.  She has to be careful.  The light bulb is out and Lavanya says they should call the electrician.  Kushi says they can do it they do not need an electrician to change a light bulb.  Kushi goes to get a bulb, sneaking and dodging so ASR won't see her, but he does.  She walks right in front of him.  Uh, oh.  He tells her not to try to run.  She will stay there until he talks to her.  He is talking with her when she suddenly feigns light headedness.  He is concerned.  "Kushi, Kushi!"  She asks for water.   He calls for Jai Prakash and she asks HIM for water.  He is surprised but says okay and goes for water.  She escapes out the front door but her dupatta leaves a trail behind. He comes with the water, calling for her, he sees the trail of her dupatta at the door. 

The cup goes flying.

Outsmarted again!

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 84

he said sorry three times. or that's how it looked like to me.

I think it was about time to use words as compared to just Ghusa and eyes

but why is such an elaborate story being told around something as simple as "sorry"? so arnav singh raizada never seeks forgiveness from anyone... so what? why is this so important anyway? is it just to show that khushi is making him change his ways or is it something that he must feel for his own character's sake?

because he is burning with it day and night knows the real meaning of it

i had mentioned the centrality of forgiveness in doctrines of many religions yesterday. but it was a casual remark that i heard yesterday about someone who had been through a terrible killing of her parent, that got me pondering this again. she had gone and actually forgiven the one who took her father's life and pleaded that the accused be set free. "Kshama" or "maafi" washes us, cleans us, frees us of our dark, omnivorous baggage which is bound to inhabit us after a traumatic experience. it is very difficult, almost impossible to come to that point, but it can be done. if we can't forgive, the ugly side of the pain will never leave us, it will maim us terribly eventually.

i am so glad arnav singh raizada learnt to ask for maafi. some day this lifting of the barricade will take him all the way to forgiving his mother's killers. the day he does that he will be free. and khushi indeed is the one with the key, the wish sent to him by life, that will guide him to the right path. he in turn, no doubt will help her find her destiny and also realise our destiny depends partly on our actions too.

I know how it feels to forgive someone which I need to learn too but your comparison  here👏👏👏
so back to the three sorries.

he's completely odious with lavanya again, brusquely he says he doesn't want to go to the party. and then at her "arnavji" snaps, "aur yeh arnav ji  ka drama band karo" now stop this drama of arnavji. can't blame him for that. it is disconcerting, suddenly cool la is all sati savitri lavanyaji, how can anyone put up with it? la is still managing to hold on to her temper, and says, fine, but why is he so angry with her since the morning? i wish i could tell her, he's actually angry with himself.

He always does it first throw his anger at Khushi and then sit and finds out what did he do

when the doorbell rings and la says that must be khushi as she's going to the party with her, asr, about to shut his door, stops in his tracks, and can't stop himself from saying, "khushi!... khushi aayi aaj?" khsuhi! khushi has come today? i love the way the "kh" sounds when he says her name. they say your lover takes your name in a way no one else does. well barun sobti's asr has the copyright on the sexiest way of saying khushi and that too in a million different pitches and tones.  

Love him here as he was acting like a child who wants his fav toy

"khushi lavanya ki party mein?" khsuhi at la's party? he strides out quickly to go see her. asr is eagerly rushing out to meet khushi. i was so happy to see that. a long tilt up to reveal a very pretty khushi in dark pink and gold, camera reminded me of  the day of the red sari.

she sees him. he has already seen her. there's a funny awkwardness in him, while her gaze is direct, ready. he wants that forgiveness. he has never asked for such a thing. this is tough.

LOVE HIS EAGERNESS AND YES HAS NO PATIENCE TYPICAL BOY😊

she remembers, "pata hai kaisa lagta hai jab apne haathon se apne maa ko agni dete hain... sab kehte hain ki wo samajhte hain ki hum kya mehsoos kar rakein hain lekin koi kuch nahi samjhta!!" know how it feels when you put fire on your own mother and come home?...everyone says they understand, but no one understands a thing!!

a sadness in her. this death of parents sits heavy on her. his words awaken the fears and insecurities of loss in her again... he's looking contrite. he starts walking toward her.
HE REALLY HURT HER THIS TIME AND HE KNOWS THAT

they stand facing each other. air of hesitation in him, and discomfort in her. the day before had not been easy on either. yet he needed to reach her somehow. he knew his words had not only hurt her, they had slammed a door with their complete self absorbed cruelty. and by saying "koi nahin samajhta," he'd let her become just anyone, part of a faceless mass. but she wasn't that, was she? good or bad, infuriating or not, she was anything but just some "koi" to him. he was aware enough to know that for some reason quite unknown to him, she mattered. which is why perhaps it was all the time important to let her know she didn't (contrary mr asr, forever flinging "tum hoti kaun ho" at her). he'd made a promise to himself never to let a woman be of consequence to him. everything went and rested in that one killing moment of his life. his mother gone in a trice, because his dad played with another woman. never would he let a woman in his life.

so when khushi started to walk into his thoughts, claim his unconscious reveries, he had to manage this breach somehow. "kissi ladki se koi faraq nahin padta..." no girl makes a difference... his walls of resistance were high and thick. yet, with her, padta hai faraq... dammit. not just now, it will be so forever. hamesha.

YES AS KHUSHI IS THE KEY OF HIS HEART AND MIND AND IS BEING BLESSED TO HIM IN THE ANSWERS OF  THE PRAYERS OF HIS MOTHER HOW CAN HIS SELF CREATED WALL HOLD ON TO THIS "FARAK NAHIN PADTA"

his instincts bid him to build back what he'd wrecked the night before. but of course his dimaag/brain struggles with this need... in his telepathic conversation he would talk of the desperate attempts he made to not like her, hate her in fact... "kitni koshish ki maine..." however, his heart refused to listen.

he strode purposefully toward her, but la came to whisk khushi away.

he was left looking on... he looked.. helpless? asr?

she who is mad at him, left, but not without looking back. even on the day she called him a man without a conscience, she hadn't been able to walk away without looking back. her instincts fought with her dil. rakshas or not, it wants to take her toward him.

rabba vey decks up her walking away. she seems a bit reluctant though to just leave him there and go.

THEIR YEARNING IS SO VISIBLE HERE

twice he turns back for her. khushi! khushi!, i hear him calling her in the guest house that terribly night of the storm, first time her name on his lips. with each turn, perhaps a seeking of forgiveness, unheard.

his very first sorry. i was certain that's what it was, there in  his eyes, and she could sense it too.


"heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:"
~~~ john keats, ode on  a grecian urn ~~~  lovely lovely

TIME DOES NOT DEPENDS ON YOY ,YOU DEPEND ON IT😃

at the party, she stands around alone, unwilling to join the revelry inside. and memories of him come unbidden. he is telling her he doesn't want to see her face. why his thoughts all the time? why can't she just stop letting rakshas in? she berates herself, "hum bhi na, kitne ajeeb hain, dimag kabhi bhi kuch bhi sochne lagta hai... ab yahan uss laad governor ke baare mein kyun soch rahe hain." i am so strange, the brain starts thinking anything anywhere, now here i am thinking of that laad governor!

and like a genie he appears in front of her.

I KNOW ANITA CALLED HIM NINJA BUT SERIOUSLY WAY FAST IN THREE PIECE SUIT

     

she makes to walk past him and... "khushi," something gentle, tentative in his voice. but she is in no mood for that. for a second a turbulence on her face though...
     

again, "khsuhi."

"lavanya ji andar hain, aap andar jaa sakte hain," la is inside, you can go in...

"khushi,"

she turns away, rejecting his call. she knows, oh yes, she knows he's here for some reason that she will find hard to handle emotionally. she is running away from it. i have nothing to say to you, she says emphatically, angrily almost.

he's hit hard by her vehemence. he is unused to opening himself up so much, allowing the feeling of remorse to show through, it's a first time for him. after behaving strangely and badly, he always knows he's wrong and feels terrible but he chooses not to show it...

she tells him, "aap jaiye yahan se," in this dismissive tone. what the. teeth are clenched, an involuntary threatening step forward. the two of them spell friction, always. there's too much unspoken attraction, fire under the skin, bound to be combustible.

BOTH ARE STANDING WITH THEIR OWN EGOISTIC POV BUT I FOUND BOTH ARE NOT WRONG HERE REGARDLESS AND BOTH ARE HURT TOO SO ITS QUIET NATURAL BEHAVIOR DESPITE ANGER 

 "how dare you," he's beside himself with anger in a split second.

"kyun hum daring kyun nahin kar sakte? daring pe sirf aap ka naam likha hai kya," why can't i be daring, have you got your name written on the word... and the love/hate talk takes of... as usual.

equal talent. equal rage. equal right. i can hurt you, and i can hurt you right back. no cowering and singing sad songs for our heroine here, merely 18, small town, unfashionable, whatever she may be. just as he fell for her utter and mad ajeeb cuteness, so too perhaps for her crazy, leap in, gutsiness, some would call it foolhardiness. but that's what will get her to switch diesel to water alone in a lonely farm house surrounded by goons one scary afternoon... and have him exclaim with a funny kind of enjoyment and pride "khushi kumari gupta singh raizada."

LOVE YOUR WITTY DESCRIPTION HERE👏

"aapne daring khareed li hai kya?" have you bought out daring? i am thinking here, khsuhi, what if he said he had? ah well.

"what nonsense,"

"aap nonsense... aur aapke saath apka poora p-" you're nonsense, she counters, and your whole f- oops. no, khsuhi didn't mean to insult his whole family, but her tongue was running way ahead of her brain. big mistake.

the rage, the gussa flared in his being. i was overjoyed, for some reason, that's my signal that all is well with him.

U R TOO MUCH INDI😆
he shoots off a tirade instantly, "tumhara dimag kharab ho gaya hai, khushi kumari gupta. tumhe kya lagta hai, main tumse yahan baat karne ke liye aaya hoon? agar do minute pyaar se baat kar leta hoon toh usska matlab yeh nahin ki tum apni jagah bhool jaao... understnd?" you've gone mad, kkg... you think i've come here to talk to you (but you have, haven't you? but no matter, keep yelling, sounds beautiful)... speak lovingly for two minutes and you forget your palce. wonderful, insults have started flying.

YOU R ENJOYING IT😳

again a curious moment. she's upset, close to tears... he's feeling the anger dissipate and the reason for coming here take hold again. what's he to do. how to tell her what he wants to? AWWW


and one more time he looks back back with a world of emotion in his eyes. she wipes a tear. he's quick to respond with an intense feeling. yes, this time the tear hurt him. one of those har baars. he can't see this. he turns away. "sorry bolna hai, arnav, sorry bolna hai." got to say sorry, arnav, got to. he didn't know, but he had said and felt sorry with those eyes closed in pain, feeling her pain, in him. second sorry is here.
I LOVE BARUN HERE👏
he opens his eyes and looks for her, she's gone.

he finds her. and at her sight, there is music in his heart even if he doesn't bid it "play on." 
        

he's steeped in remorse, wondering how to approach her and say his thoughts. she stands alone, tossed by too many feelings. again a tear is wiped.


he can't take it. finally, he walks up to her and enters the gazebo. a few seconds of poetry in absolute silence as he watches her, and she him.

"khushi mujhe tumse kuch baat karni hai." khushi, i have something to say to you.

but again she must walk off... and he must lose his cool at this repeated turning of her back on him... he must stop her, shout. in the shouting, even before he can think, all his feelings of remorse. forgive me, scream the words yet they sound most unapologetic. 

I NEVER HEARD SORRY IN MY DAMN LIFE LIKE THIS ONE
        

"kitni baar kaha hai ki main jab baat kar raha hoon toh mooh mat moda karo.. kitni baar... subah se dimaag kharab kar rakha hai," how many times have i told you not to turn away when i am talking to you... how many times... you've been chewing my brain since the morning...  

😆😆😆
    
   
"aap apne dimaag pe dhyaan dijiye, kyunki subah se hum mile nahin hain," give some attention to your brain, because we haven't met since the morning.

then he just blasts her. "forgive me" seem to say every word nonetheless.
on a rush, without a breath or pause, and decibel climbing, he goes for it, "i wanted to tell you what i said i shouldn't have... if i'd known i'd have never said such a thing... if i'd known about your parents, i'd never have said such a thing...

SAMJHI TUM?"

in tune with him instinctively, she realises why he is here. "toh yeh sab... aap sorry bolne ki koshish kar rahe the," so all this... you were trying to say "sorry."

KYA KAROON IN DONO KA AJEEB HAIN ...LOVE EACH OTHER BUT NAHHH WHY THE HECK I BOTHER AND SHE WHY DO I BOTHER.PROBLEM KIDS

and then, though upset, and angry with him, she helps him in a way only she can. she acquaints him with a khushi kumari gupta he has never met.YEAP ONLY SHE CAN
     
how could he? she was only eight. when the accident happened. when she had no idea what death was even. and her parents went forever. how unreal it was to her, she kept on thinking they would come back, but no. even today she's scared of the dark... and speeding cars. even today she feels sometimes that she will suddenly wake up, the nightmare would end and they'd be there. but alas.

now you know, "pata nahin tha" you'd said, now you do.

"now say sorry."  

VERY PAINFUL ONE 😭
(reminded me of the "say sorry" thing i have with my husband 😆.😆

INDI I CAN SENSE YOU R THE BOSS AT HOME
"aaj bhi hume lagta hai ki hamare amma babuji taare ban gaye hain"... till this day i think my mother and father have become stars... that's why i hang stars above my bed, i'm scared of fast cars... of sleeping alone... of the dark. i feel they will return, it's only a bura sapna.

he swallows hard and looks away. she seems to give up. all her churned up emotions, the outburst, everything seems to have sapped her of energy.

"rehne dijiye, kyunki hamari itni haisiyat hi nahin hai ki aap hume sorry bole," let it it be, because i don't have the status that you should ask for my forgiveness.

she's walking away.

"khushi," tears in voice.

she stops and looks back. he's looking at her, eyes filled with tears.

😭😭😭
   

merging of pain, yours, mine. what is mine is yours, what is yours is mine. something is making it impossible to separate pain. tears redden his eyes, he finds the word that had eluded him so long and says it with determination. asr says, "sorry."
        FINALLY

tears streaming down her cheeks she looks at him disbelieving... hey hey...

"sorry..."
    

her feelings congeal, choking her, his tears are hers perhaps, even if she doesn't want them to be.

"i'm really sorry."

YEAP HER PAIN IS HIS AND HIS IS HERS
   

"amar matha noto korey dao he tomar chorono dhular tole
shokol ahonkar he amar dubao chokher jale" two lines from tagore in my head...  make me bow my head beneath the dust of your feet/every arrogance of mine, lord, drown in my tears. sometimes that arrogance is just a shield for a heart filled with unshed tears. sometimes tears remind you of pearls, falling unrestrained like portia's mercy, perfect, round, and shining.👏👏👏

his first uttered "sorry," how tremulous with tears, like a little boy almost.
arnav singh raizad asked for forgiveness three times today. the last time, he manged to say the word too. that too three times. i don't think there's any need to mention how perfect and emotional but never melodramatic or cheesy barun was. sanaya was the instinctive and astute foil. always a private space for their most intimate moments. beautiful setting, the lights gleaming like those tears whose release it was all about really. 

VERY TOUCHY ONE INDI HARD TO BEAR
   

at the end, two short, lighter scenes in parallel. khushi with jiji, asr with di, a lightness in dialogue, music, pace, taking episode to a breezier note, perfect contrast with what came before.

as khushi talks to payal, i realised, yes they were her tears too. "ek sorry hi toh bolna tha... aur woh bhi uss laad govrnor ne aise bol diya, ke.. hume rula diya." just had to say a sorry, that too the way the ladd governor said, it just made me cry. she had sensed that sorry in him, and his struggle. she felt his devastation about his parents just as she'd told him she could. but in khushi vein, she took it all to her chirpy, irreverent talk, "sorry hai ya gold medal...!" is it a sorry or is it a gold medal...? gold medal, khushi, you've come first in class.

interestingly, the word "paagal," mad, connected this scene with the one at rm. earlier payal had joked that khushi was mad and would make everyone go her way.

YEAP PAGAL AJEEB WILL BECOME "HUM DONO KITNE AJEEB HAIN"

in asr's room, di hovered around chhotey, saying he's driving her "paagal," she was certain something had upset him, he'd cried. he was irritable. the look at his sis. aw. she went into a fit of "sorries."

"di ek minute mein paanch baar sorry bol chuki hain aap... itna aasan hota hai kya aap logi ke liye?!!  mere liye itna mushkil kyun hain" di, you've said sorry five times in less than a minute... is it so easy for you guys? then why is it so tough for me? fantastic voice modulation, note of humour creeping back in.

"chhotey, tumhari tabiyat toh theek hai na?" chhotey, you're fine, aren't you?

"haan, di... nahi, di... di, mujhe lag raha mein paagal ho rahan hoon." yes, di... no, di... di, i feel i am going mad.