Blast from the Past Thread #18!! Wedding Bells !! pg 132, ep 199 - Page 10

Originally posted by: ArshiHamesha

                        

#18 provides the structure of life enveloped with all shades within.It shows emotions, the secrets, the selfishness, the destruction ,the criminality, the deposition, of accidents with difficulties and the danger...

Indi,Durga,Supi and Kat...magnificent job ladies for the front page.I was kind a upset and restless as I had so much in my mind for the opening of this but couldn't do it because of my injury and extra load of work since last friday... but everything came along.😊

                                                    

@Indi... Shakespeare dada and his philosophy of love mixture formula of pain and convulsion along with peace at heart..👏⭐️

O no! It is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

What a write up but for me this stands out as a GRABBER

he held her hand and looked into her eyes. "marry me?

and when he brings her in by holding her hand that is a sheer proof he is with her and her holding his BIG hand with her both tiny  hands putting all of her trust ,beliefs,everything in his hand...after that nothing left...

                              

he dragged her up the temple steps without saying a word. and married her without her knowing why, without perhaps even her yes. but with sindoor, with mangalsutra, before god, before agni, while mantras chanted in the desolate night and swaying bells ululated. "for six months," he said. the howling winds cried, "forever."

This is why I love this character...He is in his state  where only one thing is in his mind..."you are mine" and that's it...and you can see him casting his right here

no matter what happened after that and as we spoke before...he would never ever let her go even after 6 months...more clauses in this contract.😆...which started from the office...he forgot when she resigned and Anjali blackmailed her with the same contract to put her an awkward position facing him and today he blackmailed her to keep her with him forever...Hamesha

Thnx for your kind words but this time couldn't do much.Rules as i made that before...and you know my Buaji's Titliya's wings have been tied but soon she will spread colors as her Name is Khushi...😊..You know I do wish they come and see how much love and adoration we give em ...

@Durga...

One line is going straight to my heart...as this is the PURE reality...FACT of life...

A solution brought to confront all fears⭐️

To face fears ...sometimes you come up with the most difficult confrontations within you and this was the moment where he faces everyone to go through with hell lot of pain but he brought her along with it...no I won't take this alone I want you right beside him.If he would tell her in my POV he would still come along with his decision without waiting for her answer...but he gave her enough time to develop her trust before her submission...never misused his right there without her consent.How beautiful is that...love this part of their story...😊

A confession of love in the guise of hate👏

You know why did I marry you because I hate you...hum bhi aap se nafrat karte hain...jitni aap karte hain uss se kahin ziyada...[I hate you more than you do to me]...How can anyone be so straight forward in this painful confession...❤️

 

Originally posted by: chalhov

CONGRATULATIONS ON THE MARRIAGE/HEARTBREAK THREAD AND ALL WHO POSTED THE LOVELY ANALYSIS/POEMS CREATONS PICTURES GIFFS INDI DURGA KATELYN ARSHI SUPRIYA CYNTHIA AND ALL WHO CONTRIBUTED FORGIVE ME IF I MISSED ANY ONE

 

Arnav was shattered when he saw Khushi and Shyam on the terrace had he waited  for few more minutes he would have realized  the whole truth but then that is how the CVs wanted to go forward with the story it broke Arnav's heart and all our hearts We mopped for months along with them HAPPY WITH THE TITBITS COMING OUR WAY

 

 

do pal ruka khwaabo.n ka kaaravaa.n	The caravan of dreams stopped for a few moments,
aur phir chal diye tum kahaa.n ham kahaa.n	and then where did you walk off, and where did I?
do pal kii thii yeh dilo.n kii daastaan	This story of hearts lasted only a few moments,
aur phir chal diye tum kahaa.n ham kahaa.n...	and then where did you go, and where did I?
tum the ki thii koii ujalii kiraN	Was that actually you, or was it a ray of light?
tum the ya koii kalii muskaa'ii thii	Was that actually you, or was it a smiling flowerbud?
tum the ya sapno.n ka tha saawan	Was that you, or was it the rain of dreams?
tum the ya khushiyo.n kii ghaTaa chhaa'ii thii	Was that you, or did a cloud of joy pass overhead?
tum the ki thaa koii phuul khila	Was that you, or did a flower bloom?
tum the ya mila tha mujhe naya jahaa.n	Was that you, or did I find a whole new world?
do pal ruka khwaabo.n ka kaaravaa.n	The caravan stopped for a few moments,
aur phir chal diye tum kahaa.n ham kahaa.n	and then where did you walk off, and where did I?
do pal kii thii yeh dilo.n kii daastaan	This story of hearts lasted only a few moments,
aur phir chal diye tum kahaa.n ham kahaa.n...	and then where did you go, and where did I?
tum the ya khushbuu hawaa'o.n me.n thii	Was that you, or was it a scent on the breeze?
tum the ya ra.ng saarii dishaa'o.n me.n the	Was that you, or was there color bursting in all four directions?
tum the ya roshnii raaho.n me.n thii	Was that you, or was it some light on the road?
tum the ya giit guu.nje fizaa'o.n me.n the	Was that you, or was it a song echoing in the atmosphere?
tum the mile ya milii thii ma.nzile.n	Did I find you, or did I find my destination?
tum the ki tha jaaduu bharaa koii samaa.n	Was that you, or was it simply a moment touched by magic?
do pal ruka khwaabo.n ka kaaravaa.n	The caravan of dreams stopped for a few moments,
aur phir chal diye tum kahaa.n ham kahaa.n	and then where did you walk off, and where did I?
do pal kii thii yeh dilo.n kii daastaan	This story of hearts lasted only a few moments,
aur phir chal diye tum kahaa.n ham kahaa.n...	and then where did you go, and where did I?

 

Originally posted by: indi52

thanks, everyone, for enjoying the main post.

supriya and durga... what can i say, how come no one is dragging us to the altar... how come no one is looking into our eyes and hating us while loving us to madness and beyond... ha ha, it was such fun putting this thread together. supriya, love third post. durga what a great idea to do that review sort of panel with kate's gif. of course poem and opening lines lovely. and supriya all your edits are deep and seeing and guess what they are all on my posts he he.😆

katelyn... outdid yourself, as always. that music mix for this thread is phenomenal, i had it on for almost the whole evening yesterday. and it never palled. i can hear the door of the car opening, i know what's happening... then the change to asr music and the clanging bells at the end. raju singh was brilliant for this show... and kate, thanks for learning the whole sound thing... any real appreciation of ipk has to include its music and sound... the gif banner is superb with its layers, i so wanted one, but had no idea how to make it. thanks always also for the environment for each episode you create with promos, offscreens, appropriate vms.

it is a pity not a single maker or actor of ipk knows of our existence. i bet after thinking we are a bunch of lunatics first, they will then start hearing, reading, feeling, and be proud of what they achieved, get carried away with nostalgia and be thrilled that they are so loved. if i made something and anyone did what we do with ipk, i'd be over the moon... and come to read surreptitiously whenever i needed a pick me up... which we all do from time to time.

soni... that gif of yours of the two of them crying... it is utterly beautiful and i am so happy supriya decided to use it on the front page. i never made that connection between both of them crying their hearts out... you did, and made such a moving thing. brava... thanks. and i also like that dark or sunshine day edit.

arshi... what would main post be without you. how you feel the storm and thunder and breeze and laughter of ipk and how you express them in words, edits, animation and more. i can't tell you how goosebumpy i felt when you sent in the "sad" rules because titaliya was down, you couldn't see butterflies flying there any more. don't you think sanaya should know the effect she has on many viewers? how much we all identify? thanks always for taking the time and giving all your effort to create lovely things for the post. always enjoy reading your takes and gazing at your creations.

cynthia... such a heartfelt piece on these difficult moments, and i like your colour and feel of layout... never fails to surprise me how much you get this tale and how terribly important it is to you. thanks for always being part of the main page, each and every anchor post of yours is beautiful.

chalhov... a haunting love song from veer zara... and a world in tumult, just love holding it together. that post of yours is lovely. i wanted to add a song on the first page... you got it done. the wedding invite is neat, in a sea of desperation a sudden smile, poignant, so poignant.

i noticed the likes on #17 were less than usual. asked myself, does it matter... answer was simple, even without a single like, i want to be here, i want to feel, i want to hear, i want to write. all the best, let's get married, shall we. and by the way, however much we may know it all worked out and they lived happily, etc., the writhing, the madness, the tempest blowing through me of these episodes never end and the truth of writing that leads to great acting never fades... the so called happy days of remarriage and after that were nothing compared to this. without dard in our seena we'd never know it was love. thank you all at ipk for giving us the most heartbreaking wedding on earth... there really was never such a night as this.

Originally posted by: indi52

haye issk,

the whole magic of the haath. and rumi. what a poem... why is it that these guys could say all the things we so forget to. or never even know we have to?

You're my life
You're my soul
Please be my last prayer
My heart must hold you forever

why do i sense eternity in the feeling called love then slap myself back to reality and say, stop being melodramatic?

this material, time bound world of ours. shouldn't we ever try to reach for the things beyond time from it... touch what we call forever. or will only a diamond be that while we succumb and become dust.

the hand... the prehensile thumb, the ability to grasp... what do we grasp at though, that is the question... lines learned in college hang about inside, browning always somehow touched me... this one's from  a poem long and cavernous with bits of jewel glinting here and there... must go try to make sense of each line, in the mean time, this is always a reminder...

ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,

or what's a heaven for?

arnav singh raizada always reached out and took what he felt he needed from life. he never hung around waiting for things to happen... not from the night something that shouldn't have happened happened.

now we may say, that is not gracious behaviour, life is more complex, etc. but he felt the need to bring control... and did the best a mortal could,... took charge, took responsibility... did what he felt he must. i see oodles of karmanye badhikaraste in him. no wilting lily type doing pooja and leaving all to the elements. very much the subject... the karta...

here i am
doing what i think
i feel
i believe i must
do what you will
for i have done my part.

oh he did take on the gods.

and his hands are a metaphor perhaps for his being... the one that reaches out hoping all the time to set things right.

arshi said about how she kept holding him back with both her hands... she did say what are you doing? but somehow through him perhaps she grasped at a life she'd never have had otherwise... she sensed this is what she had to hold back, on to... the dhaga she didn't pick up, but now that it is thrust into her hands, she too will not let go... but do all she has to. remember the morning of kidnap with that button stitching? i want to bawl and then die.

funnily, there seemed to be wonderful lessons of life in this tacky serial all along. and and eternal optimism... sunshine and a dark star holding in all the light that slowly started to seep out and dazzle.

i am going nuts. samjhi, you baddie with your stirring stuff?

meant to comment on the picture below for long. love it of course. but isn't there a dynamism to it? as though he is still pulling her in closer. the way they look at each other, and that pressure on her arm... seems to be in motion still.

thesetwo elevate acting to another level sometimes.

haath... with just this limb how much life urges us to do.

how he looks back at her, then reaches out and holds her hand as they go up to meet the fam... tell me that is not her husband who will take care of her forever... and she is not his wife who makes him feel forever... she is beyond gunshots and corridors,,, she is life itself.

this slightly ott nature of love eternal is hinted at in our mythologies all the time. take shiv and parvati and follow the madness... no politically correct lau this... yet it is the one that touches hamesha and curiously, very very equal he and his wifey. both temper types, and demanding in love... plus he doesn't work 9 to 5. yay.