Originally posted by: Preety_Nebula
Jsut Beautiful and Rhythmic analysis Ladies.Read some during this break.Their love story of layers is layering us in layers.😊
why do i think of you even though...?
why do i remember you and me?
funny moments here and there
fairy lights glimmer and a touch does leave a shimmering trail.
why do i think of you even though...
why were you kneeling there and i sitting still
why were you coming near and i waited till
i was beating, pulsating, pulsar,
why are
some things so hard to understand
why are
some things not easy to forget
why do i think of you even though...?
and why does my breath race
a pace
sets my heart beat quickening
when you come near.
come near,
come near still...
heart beats, oh! catch them
hold them back, let me breathe
hold me now
even though.
episode 209
curious are the ways of the heart. refuses to listen to the head when it feels it mustn't. seems to have a compass of its own and knows exactly where the lode star rises.
this episode reminded me once again, where is the the real bank and source of knowledge. real knowledge.
two people whose lives have been blighted terribly by what seems like a terrible reality. two people, each hurt immeasurably by the other. that shattering "chot" that she knows nothing of, but he feels with every fibre of him, his eyes growing unfocussed in intolerable pain at every reminder.
and she so brutally treated by the man who moments ago had said a "bas karni hai" and every bit of her had sung, her bangles, her bindi, her heart, nothing had not been touched by that little turn of head and something in the eyes of the man who wanted to talk to her about... what, what doe he want to say to me. with a little smile trembling with anticipation she'd left to hear what he had to say. and then an unexpected visitor... after that only cold contemptuous voice, a harsh proposition, a merciless dragging by the hand and here she was, with a colour thrust on her parting, and all around her only confusion and pain. no answers.
but sometimes, just sometimes, there's that window of clarity in the midst of mayhem. when what is true touches the only part of us that senses truth... the heart. and that is all that matters.
today he put the red, not on her parting but her cheek, but it was as though he accepted her, made her his own, and she returned with the same emotion... you are mine, mine, said his eyes, his touch, the colour floating all around.
she looked at him with eyes that wondered then capitulated and said, i am but yours of course, hum toh aap hi ki hai. in fact, they seemed to implore, make me yours.
if there was any chance that they might walk away from the heart's message, the bhang dropped in to make sure no such thing could happen. not today. not on a full moon tithi (date) when radha had played with krishna and he had put colour on her face to bridge a distance, to tell her she was part of his heart.
isn't bhang a great favourite of that cool deity, the ultimate husband it is said, though he walked around wearing animal skin, ash on his body, not gainfully employed in a solid money making job, hangin' out with his pals and a snake wound round his neck, smoking pot, ganja chandu charas, and drinking bhang? our revered lord shiva. it takes a deeper knowledge to know why this being was so loved by his wife, why he had the power to move the world. all in the heart i think... he was just totally pure of that. the one who consumed all the poison so that the world may survive. and after he had taken in the poison, amrit rose from the churned oceans.
a hundred metaphors and myths and stories of childhood evoked in the scenes of this episode. not done by design perhaps... but so powerful was the coming together of asr and khushi, it took you to mythological realms and tales of divine love. and of characters that stepped up and took on more so that their world may survive. on a night of catastrophe when poison rose, a young man decided he could bring amrit to his family, his di, by swallowing the poison. what he never realised was that it was amrit that he was holding in his throat thinking it's vish... the bhang i felt, let the true nectar seep into his heart. and she thought the same, i'll take every bitterness, anything... to bring eternal joy to my sister... almost like an o'henry tale isn't it? a life lesson practically there.
"the heart has it's own reasons which reason knows nothing of." ~~~ blaise pascal ~~~
a bowl of water, rose petals float... she is here.
she splashes water on her face, her eyes... the bhang is upon her maybe, the truth will be seen when her eyes are clear of the colour, the lie, the deceit.
rose petals. they had to be there i guess. always somehow a reminder of his mother, a sign of blessing... clever use of it in many places.
slightly high, thoughtful, a little troubled, pensive.. she roams in a gazebo of fluttering drapes and mirrors. why is she troubled, what bothers her?
she's thinking of him. not yelling and screaming and dragging and denegrating, but untangling fairy lights wrapped all around her. his gaze intent, his touch gentle, his skin on her skin. curious how the heart works. and this understanding of it is laudable.
her eyes look confused as though she doesn't want these thoughts, and yet... there he is... leading her out of the rings of diyas. putting on her payal. all those moments when she'd felt his tenderness, her excitement, her desire...
and as always, she finally comes to the kiss, the kiss she didn't want to stop. she wanted it. and the kiss on the cheek. and there she is standing alone and he comes and holds her hand to dance and help her win. at last a memory from moments ago. an implacable man with gentle fingers touching her with flaming red gulal.
on cue it seems, he walks into frame, behind the mirrors through the drapes... i can feel my heart constrict then start to race. a perfect shot by creatives to tell their story. barun seemed to glide in and the look on his face... so many emotions mixed, all centred on her, she not yet aware of his presence.
"khushi?!"
a question... a yearning... a man's whole world.
the wind comes in... it's staking a claim on its place and time.
a pause, a wait as they stand there just looking at each other. the makers have felt every bit of this scene, the editors are tiptoeing gently so as not to disturb magic.
he is frowning, worried, about many things it seems... possibly worried that he's hurt her a bit too much?
the wind is a quiet murmuring sea... she turns away.
he walks on silent feet to her and stands there, a little unsure of his next step.
she is rubbing her eyes.
he takes a decision and puts his hand on her upper arm, she goes still. ting tring... rabba vey starts... there is music in their hearts today, even if they don't wish to hear.
she turns back to look at him...
she rubs her eyes. he holds her hand to stop her... the wind comes again, a sign of intense feelings that will break free...
almost mesmerised, with dream like movements he lifts his hand and pushes a silken strand away off her forehead, ever since then that night in a collapsing building, he's had this desire. today her head involuntarily turned a bit as though to feel the caress, to accept it and like it.
her eyes closed as feelings overwhelmed.
he gently blew into her eyes... hey hey... heyhey hey... she was stunned and remembering again. he had done this before... the day she thought he was practicing black magic on her.
langorous moments ticked by this holi afternoon and he blew away the irritant in his lover girl's eyes... she stared and remembered so many lovely things... which memory do we live by? the ones that are tumultuous and bring pain? or the ones that stir and thrill? a personality here and an emotion too.
she stared as he took care of her eyes... they both were getting lost in each other. an intimacy touched the frame. his eyes watched her closely, read her thoughts and there came a question in his eyes...
two people stood still face to face, not touching, just his hand by her eyes and a breath of his soothing her... there was such poignancy in those lissome lithe bodies standing there... so many possibilities, and this is all that seems to be left. poison had been drunk that night, to save whom, to vanquish whom.
maybe she remembered other things suddenly. she pushed his hand away... why, i wonder.
felt like a little angry gesture of a lover, that said, "how could you!" they both knew how much they wanted each other. even though...
his eyes moved in his signature way, assessing, she looked away, rabba vey played, not at all bothered by the rift. for it perhaps knew better.
he saw her troubled face, he struggled a bit with his own thoughts, conflicts within, and he turned to leave... he knew she had reason to reject him. too many reasons. yet every time it hurt him, even though...
but all of a sudden he stopped.
the first time i saw it, i had a feeling she'd stopped him, but i didn't dare hope for that beautiful moment. yet, it was that. her hand hand reached out and held his, pulling it back, stopping him.
a stirring breath taking moment. how still he went.
and in their love story a massive step was taken ... i thought of that small step on the moon analogy. she had reached out and held back the man who'd heaped only a slice of hell on her. she needed him. no. matter. what. the heart has its ways, thank g.
her face was troubled... but she had to have him close, had to ask him something urgent. he stood among the mirrors, speechless. time passed, they stood there like that. a plethora of emotions going through them...
at last he turned and looked at their linked hands, then his frown just as dark as it had been the whole day, more of consternation and puzzlement than anger perhaps, he looked up at her as though his glittering eyes asked, "why, what is it you want..." and as though it couldn't believe what was happening.
a glint in her eyes too as she made eye contact after she'd turned away with that anger between lovers... a touch of tears.
she took the next steps too... the girl whose hand he'd held and taken her roughly toward a temple, refusing to hear her words or all that her eyes said. but she had to talk to him... "dil ki baat" is often so different from the human made notions of shoulds and shouldnt'd what does or does not happen.
divine complexity i sensed in these scenes... so much about our inner workings coming through. really, ipk did understad the language of this inexplicable thing we have come to call love.
ipk made clear, therew as no place for social niceties, political correctness, rationality, nothing in this feeling. extra rational, pure, untouched, it is what it is.
she stepped all the way to him... he stood their transfixed... all that hate... he knew how much he must have hurt her... and yet this innocent girl full of just a need walks up to him. pristine pure... this can vanquish all that's negative, this can release a tear, this can win the universe. snow queen and the releasing of a boy's heart by a girl's unclouded heart wafting through.
she stood looking at him and heartbeats came in over the rabba vey, thrumming...
two hands came up without any hesitation and cupped his face, he looked at her approaching hands, such a thing had never happened to him... to them.
heartbeats.
he stood without a word, his eye lids lifted to glance at her again...
such tenderness had he ever been shown?
"hum aapse kuch poochna chahte hain arnavji"...heartbeats... the sun shone, and the curtains fluttered, a man looked on nonplussed, how much he loved her, how much... i want to ask you something, arnav ji.
she let go of his face and her hands reached for his hand, the wind rose, the girl took the boy's hand and placed it on her heart...
"aisa kyun hota hai," a delicate, guileless voice, the sound recordist wanted to add an echo to pretty it all up a bit, every creative wanted to give this scene some love... but really, that makeup was not necessary... sanaya's acting was enough to make it ethereal... why does this happen?
"jabbhi aap hamare paas aate hain toh hamari dil ki dhadkan tez ho jaati hai..." he looks at her almost stricken, what was she saying, how much he wanted to hold her and what a mess life had become. whenever you come near me my heartbeats quicken...
she's a bit high, he knows that... he just wants to hear her words...
"humne samajhne ki bahut koshish ki"...she is troubled by the state of her being, how can she love this monster who made her do such things... life is complex... khushi delved into the mysteries of life with asr, he took her where she'd never been before and he changed her just by being there as she changed him... at the cost of sounding most cliched i must say, they helped each other find the person within.
i have tried hard to understand...
she shook her head and a childlike... "lekin samajh nahin paaye... bhulana chahte hain... par bhula nahin paate..." but i don't understnd. i try to forget yet i can't...
how hard she's tried to hate him...
he feels her pain, her confusion, his heart reaches her on that plaintive note, why can't i forget though i try? he's hurt this girl so much, but she can't stop loving him. what is he to do with this beautiful innocent girl he so wants so wants.
"aisa kyun hota hai?"
she is in tears by now, a heady mix of her feelings, the bhang and his colour on her, his nearness, she's immersed.
and he holds her face gentle and loving, in his hands... his pagal, the girl whose sanka he must take care of, she who will return 300 rupees to him, he just wanted to be so good to her... and yet.
in this gazebo far far away, where rose petals float, their fragrance in the air, where for a short short while it's just him and her. not the carrier of responsibilities, the brother, the ouraged lover, the broken boy, none of them. he. as he is, simple and just that. with her. he touches her in a way he's longed to for such a while.
"bataiye na... aisa kyun hota hai?" tell me. why does this happen?
no words really in him, just an overwhelming burgeoning of feelings, tears gather in dark chocolate eyes. barun makes sure you never feel the glycerine.
i am sure the guy cried behind the glycerine.
"ki hamari dil ki dhadkan hamari saason se bhi tez ho jaati hai?" that my beartbeats race faster than my breath?
and even as he looks at her, a part of a question whose answer is a truth, one eternal... she passes out on him.
what a lovely girl... gets drunk and falls flat... i could trust her and love her. seriously.
and the wind rushes, the trilling piano notes of rabba vey wrap around them, the gazebo holds them like an oyster, a pearl in its heart. she collapsed on him.
a little time to himself, he looks away fighting his tears... wipes one with teh knuckles... like a child. a cut in the stone, and a tear at last, the beginning perhaps of the washing away of pain. a child's heart awakens another.
he is overwhelmed by her innocent giving love... you can't fight that. it is easy to scream and shout and shut everything out, but what do you do when someone tells you with complete trust... when you come close to me my heart starts racing... tell me why. even though i try to forget... she knows he has hurt her... even then i can't forget... tell me why?
she swings away and he holds her looking at her. i felt there was a lovely scene edited out as he drew her close and he picks her up as he has done many a time before and walks away. a owning of teh moment, a taking charge of his truth in his stride. somehow they are separate from the crowds all around.
he takes her to the place they met again and again... lay her on a chair, and tended to his lover... so so tender, with a large handkerchief and holi colour on the cheek...the feeling was in his fingers, his face, his eyes, as though all he wanted to do for the rest of his life was take care of her, make her feel good..oh to be loved like that...
the bhang was having its way with him too... you could see it in the loosened jaw, the relaxed facial muscles, the lack of his usual aggressiveness.
he let the hankie go, then sat looking at her, his hand settled on her cheek... cherish. that is what he wanted to do. his girl.
she slept. she knew she was in safe hands.
when her eyes opened, the wind came in instantly, the feelings swirled and danced, they wanted voice, they wanted to live...
he was stroking her hair. yet when he saw her eyes open he began to draw his hand away, as if worried their status quo didn't permit all this... how hard for him not to love her, touch her... yet that is what the current situation demanded.
he sat staring at her beloved face and remembered a girl in white with a wide smile with a key on her palm. mannat ki key chabi. a simple key that was supposed to open the lock... she would. she did.
many memories rushed him as they had floored her. the early days, when he'd seen her on the road in delhi, angry with the man who'd rammed into her scooter.
he'd never not wanted her.
and she stood there in red and he gobsmacked...
i have goosebumps for how long i have forgotten, the music is perfect, the sound soars and takes me on a memory ride... i remember sitting up in bed waiting for this magic night after night... so many memories of ipk..
how he'd needed to come out and save her from the car that night of rain...
a return to now as she says, "arnav ji aapne abhi tak hamare sawal ka jawaab nahin diya..." you didn't answer my question.
so cute, she had not forgotten... even the bhang wouldn't couldn't make her forget... she needs the answer...
he shakes his head as if to say don't hurt like this, he strokes her cheek with his thumb and he tells her why he thinks what happens happens. today he won't lie, won't fob her off... today he won't scream "i hate you" to tell her he can't live without her. today he won't tease, he won't play, he wan't stall, today he will tell her and he will love her and adore her and hold her and hug her just as his heart wants to.
he leans in toward her and says the words that would be embedded in many hearts forever. fairly pedestrian words really, even silly and mushy, most men would balk at saying such things... but not this actor. he would make them real. and exciting.
"main batata hoon ki ais kyun hota hai..."
low key, understated, thinking man's voice... as if he is wanting to alleviate pain with a real answer, a solution.
he swallows, his hand moves to hold hers...
and he places it on his heart... hilltop wafts in, a flash forward in me...
"jab tum mere paas hoti ho," when you are near me... he is gentle and husky and intimate...she looks into his eyes... an instant of complete meeting.
"toh tumhari dil ki dhakano ke saath saath... mere dil ki dhdkane bhi tez ho jaati hai..." then along with your heartbeats, mine quicken too.
she is wonder struck by this... hey hey sings the air
and a smile begins to clear the troubled look in her eyes... she understands what he tries to say. she understands this man alright.
"hamari djhadkane ek ho jaati hai," our heartbeats become one.
nth time i watch... and the goosebumps are all over me... why does this break through all my cynicism, my jadedness and feel right... true... beeeautiful.
"jo tum mehsoos karti ho... jo main mehsoos karta hoon..." which i can feel and you can feel.
she joins him...
"hamari dhadkane..." tearful she is, caught in the wonder of it.
"ek ho jaati hai..." our heartbeats become as one. he nods and affirms.
she seems to sob, but now in joy, a glimmer of a smile on his lips and on hers...rabba vey
why should this kind of feeling matter? let's talk of real estate, bank balance, investment, reality check, branded shoes bags jewellery the right brand of college... that's real, that's life that's what we must have... must.
nah. let's talk of a boy and girl and a poolside named romance.
and he stroked her cheek again, and she looked at him and all was good.
"i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it...
~~~ e. e. cummings ~~~
Originally posted by: ArshiHamesha
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EPISODE 200
The Game of Triquetra
The traditional Triquetra symbol is accompanied by a circle. Where The circle is a symbol of eternity. Whether it is the eternity of God's love or the eternal circle of life itself....
great to know.
The triquetra is taking complete shape from today as this is setting shapes in between Arnav, Khushi and Anjali and it's circle is closing its gap in between all.Arnav is accepting Khushi for eternity in front of Goddess with her love and acceptance while making an oath "you are mine" in front of whole world with the submission of Khushi. At the same time his mission to protect his Di and hating Khushi is becoming a triqueta sign itself for him with no way out possible but again DM is granting him his khushi who knows how to decode this triqueta code with coarse time.
The episode starts with Khushi and Arnav looking at each other at the same time. Khushi with a frightened "O" runs inside the temple seeing agitated Arnav climbing the stairs.Khushi slides in between people everytime when Arnav approaches her ...The delectable game of hide and seek continues till Arnav speaks out,"Khushi, kya karne ki koshish kar rahi ho..."but Khushi ingnores him and creates a distance again slipping through the ladies.ASR freezes the moment to get everyone attention including KKG by yelling at her.She is his perfect match ,"Yeh kya tareeka hai sab keh samne hum se baat karne ka.."...This is called placing her right to halt ASR's feet.She provokes him and Arnav announces the whole world , "She is my wife, main use ghar laijane aaya hoon..koi roke ga mujhe..." and Rajkumar scoops her Rajkumari in front of DM and the whole world to take her "Home ". He is ASR , a cunning master mind who wins at any cost.He makes her understand this quiet well and both leave to their destination. Today, when he acknowledged their relationship, those tear filled eyes can never be wrong. She loves him and so does he.
It was such an intense and significant moment!
Pause Here: First,I love this this as Arnav and Khushi Who promised themselves that they would not come to her or seek her yet are in front of her.Everytime he moves forward to get Khushi , he pushes her near to her and at the same time he comes closer to DM too till they both are deep in the Mandir in front of her.Just too cute.
The second reason it stood up for me as Arnav while tying the Mangalsutra around Khushi's neck in this Mandir declared "na main tumhain apni patni manoona aur na patni ka darja doonga...".Today he acknowledging it openly to the whole world in the day light Star...Sun, the parents just like the day of engagement that "Khushi is my wife..." A man who had mocked her and shook her beliefs on that dark night in the same Mandir now giving her respect , her rights, giving their relationship a RESPECT in front of whole world in this daylight with DM's blessings.DM indeed is a true mother of Khushi. I loved, the amazed, baffled, perplexed expression and her inner happiness on her face when she heard those golden words from her man."yeh meri patni hai, main ise ghar lay jane ayeya hoon..."[She is my wife, I came to take her home]. That night when Khushi turned to her DM astonished and shocked with pain and today her DM brought the same man,her Arnavji in the same Mandir who with full conviction had claimed Khushi as his OWN.Fabulous Cvs..Barun and Sanaya are excellent here...
Good catch. very well said. Arnav acceptance was so lucid and clear.
Third, During Grehapravesh ,Arnav was reluctant to his heart to pick her up to take her inside his home ,today is completing that with his consent by pressing his rights on her."You are mine..."Today ,Mr.Arnav Singh Raizada scoops his wife, carries her towards his vehicle passing all the crowd with the blessings of DM ...The Knot has been tied in a true fashion today.👏👏👏
Fourth, Their meaningful looks as her presence giving Arnav the strength, a pause when Arnav gazes at her teary eyes with authority. His daring look ,"You are mine , don't you dare challenge it again..." while she is baffled over him to understand her complex man but wipes her tears by bowing her head down accepting him as her husband . After that Arnav moves ahead carrying her ,keeping her close to his heart , not letting her go for forever..for eternity.
Such a beautiful scene it was. And how you described it made it even more beautiful.
Pondering connected Dots:Arnav will climb up these stairs for Khushi for Kuldevi Puja as one of the rasams of their wedding.He was here out of the Mandir to release pigeons for a young girl which made Khushi to see her man in real and that one is holding and gripping her heart just like she saw him talking to her Di in the same Mandir.She might be in pain and it is hard for her to keep belief in Arnav yet some moments don't let you lose your grip from your atoot Vishwas[strong belief]
The Payesh leave Gupta House after getting a gift from Garima for Khushi and Akash's promises of taking care of Khushi in RM. Khushi's Pag Phere was completed in the Mandir but her gift came through Payal because Payal is the one for whom Khushi sacrificed her dreams of wedding and all.👏Love this small touch of CVs.😊
Arnav and Khushi return home . Arnav is toned down while Khushi is in a revolted mood which triggers anger in him.He uses his right to hold her hand besides of her initial protest.His attacking words of calling her a liar and an actor takes her back to her confounding state. Both enter like love birds to be welcomed by Mamiji first and then halted by Anjali who questions about her pagpheras whether went well or not..Arnav stops in his tracks and turns to say something but Khushi makes her satisfies with her answer and does not let him down, supports him even though it goes against her principles but making his statement true...she is a good actor.
those poignant words of him used to pierce my heart.
The best part of today's episode is the last part When Arnav distracts family calling her up in the room. I loved the little confliction between Arnav & Khushi and then Khushi & Anjali whose accusations make Khushi feel guilty without any fault. But what Khushi can say if she is unaware of the real reason herself.Today seeing this scene of Arnav and Khushi , I remembered Lavanya's scene with Khushi as I couldn't connect right Dots that day because I didn't watch this one.
That day when Lavanya made Khushi puzzled when she had asked her to take care of ASR. But she advised her with few facts that you can make Arnav listen what he never wanted to hear at all as you are the one who he listens, you are the one who makes him agrees upon things, you are the one who makes him speaks out his heart. Today it is the second time when Arnav spills the biggest hint after Wedding night which makes Khushi to think over .The "Chot" [wound] which she caused Arnav unconsciously . Lavanya's words were , "sirf tum hi ho jo unhain woh sab keh paati ho, jo woh sunna nahin chahte".[ ur the one who can say and make him listen]She meant ASR himself doesn't know what exactly he wants but Khushi is intelligent and will figure out eventually. Her exact words were ' "Eik din tum samajh jaogi, chahe ASR samjhe ya naa samjhe".[one day you will get it whether ASR does it or not] On that day I put this in my notepad with big question mark and today I got it as this track is starting now even it is done poorly but brought out the true meaning. In this track Khushi needs to connect the dots to understand ASR's actions and reasons behind it.Arnav's one confession "aur jo chot tumne mujhe pohnchaey hai uska kya'"[and what about the wound you gave me]made Khushi jolt over for what she has no clue, Just look at Arnav, his fear of hearing the truth from her mouth of acceptance of loving some one else is curbing new layers. Today he transferred his fear in her which is making her in sane to find the truth immediately unlike him, "aapko batana hoga hum ne aapko kya chot pohnchaey hai "[u have to tell me what kind of wound]...Anjali interrupted them. Now, it is both of them facing the same pain, one of fear and the other of unknowing accusation. That one pain in Arnav's heart is enough for Khushi to break the Gordian Knot of his entire misunderstandings. Indeed now this loop for Khushi to seek truth is opened. Today , when he was at the door and labeled her as how easily she can lie and act, we could see again her perplexed look understanding him as Is he the same person in the Mandir who protected my honor or the man who left me in the middle of the road? The moment she'll connect the dots she will realize the phone conversation that day "Don't you ever do this to me again "...and today the second time ASR said "Remember this next time".This is where La's words and advise will make her realize why he married suddenly and emotionally tortured her when she will know the truth she will understand each and everything BECAUSE she knows him and will forgive him easily as he did for his "Di"...
Not La's word, but her unconditional and myriad love for Arnav made her to forgive him. Khushi came to know by then that how much he loved her. that's why she forgave him. or moreover she could understand why he was indignant.
This scene is very significant and one of my favorite. I wished if he could say her the real reason of the chot.
PONDERING CONNECTED DOTS: She did exactly, when he tells her the truth,she forgave him easily and told him why it matters to her on the Airport.
Symbolism and connection:The mirror image as they both are facing each other, facing the life and realities together.New beginning..whether you like me or not but you have to see my face ...both sides😆
Khushi's fighter's sense has returned after gripping the situation and guess who helped her... Yes, it's Arnav again. Perfect soul mates.If he gets strength from her , she drives it from him."aap hi humari Taqat thay" will come later yet is always there.He is the one who gave her respect ,regardless unconsciously yet it's enough for her to move forward driving him crazy for finding the truth.But Khushi did fire her questions by demanding answers from her man as her days of being quiet to Arnav's commands are over. Arnav can't not last long enough against his determined and stubborn lioness . His feeling of guilt is growing day by day .If one side his love is at constant war to hurt Khushi, other side his protective instinct wants to safeguard his love and his sister's life ..Two important people in his life.
Pause here:The controversial dialogue of Anjali when she mentioned "hum sab aap ko bohat pasand karte thay" that means now Khushi has to work doubly hard to regain that trust as it's hard to regain broken one.Anjali is hurt yet a true well wisher of both of these as always.
Anjali and Shyam's small scene is alarming as it is showing Anjali's extreme Trust in him which will make him stronger.
Khushi runs to the Kitchen and begins to prepare Jalebis in her convulsion with her speedy brain which is reeling all the recent events and the anguish with guilt over something which she has no clue about.The reason which everyone is demanding to know behind their hasty decision but how can she resolve this issue when the man himself is not telling her and at the top he has accused her of for causing him PAIN. Her overactive brain begins to connect the dots which lead her straight to the burning truth that Arnav might have known her and Shyam's engagement. ...The game of Triquetra indeed has begun and Arnav's one confession has indeed started this chain reaction of craving truth in Khushi which will bring these three closer than ever.
MOMENT OF THE DAY
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the gazebo holds them like an oyster, a pearl in its heart. she collapsed on him.👏what a wonderful metaphor!Your opening poetical lines are so beautiful, Indi!209 my most favorite episode of IPK. Your deep insightful take made the episode even more wonderful.the metaphor of Radha-Krishna and Lord shiva is interesting. lord shiva consumed the poison what turned into Amrit! On the holi day the bhang sure turned amrit for us. After seeing nafrat for a while it was sure a breather for us. As you said, after the terrace incident, Khushi had become the poison of Arnav's life, but definitely turned amrit for him later.Mentioning rose is very thoughtful. Arnav didn't have any rose in his garden. i wonder why! Khushi certainly bloomed like a beautiful rose in his life. Rose was significant in IPK. Khushi and Anjali both loved rose. And Arnav got the precious rose for his rose like wife from his mother's garden on her birthday.Loved how you described their sweet significant moment from the past. And of course the diwali missed kiss, she was sure in complete rendition on the diwali night.you called Khushi pristine, who can vanquish all the negatives. i just adored this comment. And ASR, not just a protective brother or outraged lover, broken boy but just a man who was madly in love with that pristine pure innocent girl.Barun, Sanaya, the whole creative team poured their heart to create the magic in this episode.I absolutely agree with this line.ipk did understad the language of this inexplicable thing we have come to call love.ipk made clear, therew as no place for social niceties, political correctness, rationality, nothing in this feeling. extra rational, pure, untouched, it is what it is.that's why still it's unique and we can't get out from it's trance. And like you i also have so many memories of IPK, embedded in my heart so deeply. you watched it 9 times. i even can't count how many times i watched it, but still, it gives me goose bumps, it makes me ecstatic every time i watch.
Indi, YOU ARE A WRITER POSSESSED DURING THIS HOLI . HOLI WAS THE LAST TRACK AS IN a TRACK DELIVERED BEAUTIFULLY FOR A WHOLE WEEK .. AND YOUR WRITINGS SYNCHRONIZING WITH THAT MELODY LIKE A PERFECT DUET...INCREDIBLE!LOVED ALL THAT SHIV .. and hala hala (poison) analogy..Always loved how khushi does it full throttled without holding herself back.. her lack of sophistication, unlike him. coming into picture .. how she cups his face.. or even how she leads him in that farm house..DID U EVER IMAGINE THE ANSWER TO HER DHAK DHAKS WOULD COME LIKE THIS.. DIRECTLY FROM HIM UNDER A GAZEBO? I FOR ONE DIDN'T.. FOR ALL THE SILLY ACIDITY TALKS THAT WERE ASSOCIATED WITH IT EARLIER.. COULD IT HAVE HAPPANED ANY MORE BEAUTIFULLY?LOVED Sanaya's voice modulation when she asks that question "aisa kyon hota hai" (love you highlighting the echo) as Khushi is always loud and very rarely to never really gets a chance to be soft spoken..and his taking care of her at that pool side.. as you rightly said as if thats what he wanted to do all his life.. there he reminds me of a great sculptor engrossed with his chisel in hand... I know the story of one called Jakkana, who supposed to gave sculpted many temples in the South.I wanted to underline every line.. every word.. every feel here.. I am glad there was a story like this made.. there were two characters created like this... brought to life by two brilliant artists... that makes writers like you to go on a rampage..I feel fortunate to be a part of this saga as it unfolded.. as I don' t think I will ever come across any thing like this remotely ever again...Thanks Indi for yet another master piece!
Originally posted by: cinthiann1758
@indi,
your 209...a masterpiece.my heart flipped with every word, waiting for the answers. the beauty of these two and thank g for bhang and loss of inhibitions.khushi, so childlike and trusting, asking him kyun? why do i feel like this even when i try to push these feelings away, kyun? you will tell me, won't you? you know the answer.and then he does, guard down, no longer lies just feelings allowed to flow. our heartbeats unite, we are one, our heartbeats speed up when we are together, we are bound for eternity😉😆, made for each other.we see this again after kidnapping, as his gesture of placing her hand over his heart restarts hers.simply gorgeous and it will take a while for my heart to stop racing after reading your 209. oh how i love our ipk!
Indi, YOU ARE A WRITER POSSESSED DURING THIS HOLI . HOLI WAS THE LAST TRACK AS IN a TRACK DELIVERED BEAUTIFULLY FOR A WHOLE WEEK .. AND YOUR WRITINGS SYNCHRONIZING WITH THAT MELODY LIKE A PERFECT DUET...INCREDIBLE!LOVED ALL THAT SHIV .. and hala hala (poison) analogy..Always loved how khushi does it full throttled without holding herself back.. her lack of sophistication, unlike him. coming into picture .. how she cups his face.. or even how she leads him in that farm house..DID U EVER IMAGINE THE ANSWER TO HER DHAK DHAKS WOULD COME LIKE THIS.. DIRECTLY FROM HIM UNDER A GAZEBO? I FOR ONE DIDN'T.. FOR ALL THE SILLY ACIDITY TALKS THAT WERE ASSOCIATED WITH IT EARLIER.. COULD IT HAVE HAPPANED ANY MORE BEAUTIFULLY?LOVED Sanaya's voice modulation when she asks that question "aisa kyon hota hai" (love you highlighting the echo) as Khushi is always loud and very rarely to never really gets a chance to be soft spoken..and his taking care of her at that pool side.. as you rightly said as if thats what he wanted to do all his life.. there he reminds me of a great sculptor engrossed with his chisel in hand... I know the story of one called Jakkana, who supposed to gave sculpted many temples in the South.I wanted to underline every line.. every word.. every feel here.. I am glad there was a story like this made.. there were two characters created like this... brought to life by two brilliant artists... that makes writers like you to go on a rampage..I feel fortunate to be a part of this saga as it unfolded.. as I don' t think I will ever come across any thing like this remotely ever again...Thanks Indi for yet another master piece!
episode 211
"by the time you swear you're his,
shivering and sighing.
and he vows his passion is,
infinite, undying.
lady make note of this --
one of you is lying."
~~~ dorothy parker ~~~
but what if both of you are vowing the opposite and saying you don't remember a thing? that you have no idea there was passion, infinite, undying? what then... are both of you then lying or is that a way of telling the truth?
a confession: i have done this before. had lots to drink, flirted with a friend's boyfriend outrageously, and the next morning when my friend came by and sobriety was creating havoc in my brain and heart, i said without any planning or thinking, exactly what asr said... nah, don't remember a thing.
it was a lie. something of that evening's hurt tucked away in some uncharted corner of my mind.
the hurt. when he and she both lied, all i could feel was their hurt. no matter what the reason was for refusing to admit the truth... they felt terrible... and sanaya and barun managed to convey that through the most moving looks ever. quiet, poised, intense.
he was getting clothes to change into from his wardrobe, he turned around and she walked in. he stopped in his tracks, an alert, slightly taken aback look, as though he was struggling with something.
she looked at him equally perturbed.
both very awkward about that letting down of guard and coming out of their shells thanks to bhang.
his eyes darted here and there, ah time to pretend again.
she also looked away.
he couldn't help but look at that deck chair outside where dhadkane became one... jo tum mehsoos karti ho, jo main mehsoos karta hoon.
it was a lovely shot, and again much said without a word, the way most significant things often are.
she saw the chair, "aap ko... kuch... yaad hai?" do you remember anything, she asked half hoping, half fearing his answer. perhaps she did want him to say, yes. she did want him so, she knew what happened to her heartbeat when he came near.
"jab tum mere paas hoti ho..." when you're near me... echoed through him, through me... he recalled every single word, of course.
she stood looking at him, slightly expectant.
his eyes grew dark and hooded, "nahin!" no! came his short sharp reply and of course he turned away, the classic asr look away whenever he veered from the truth. he slammed the wardrobe door shut.
"mujhe kuch yaad nahin hai!" he completed the lie.
she looked on, a sadness about her.
he looked at her and "tumhe?" he had to ask... and you?
she too chose to lie..." nahin... bilkul nahin..." no, absolutely nothing. maybe given his reply, she had no choice.
poignant. the feelings flowing about the room, there were tears in tehm, of a young boy, a little girl, there was a bereftness here... of a man and a woman. they who so needed to love, wanted to be loved, they who did so love each other, yet there was no space in this reality to say it out, to feel it, to give it to each other, and embrace fiercely that truth uttered on a deck chair.
in just a couple of seconds so many feelings swirled by.
and then a moment was gone.
they both walked off with a distarcted air only to meet again at the door to the bathroom, hand clasped on a knob... the bathroom had to be claimed.
an interesting exploration of space and what you claim as your own. when love comes and starts occupying parts of you, spaces in you, does it set off a struggle within... does one feel a part of oneself getting lost and holds on fiercely... or at least tries to? is that why we fight so much with the ones we love? often for the strangest and most paltry of things? is this why there is that whole idea of "submission" to love? an acknowledgement that it does indeed take something away from us, maybe even ourselves? giving in is always such a struggle.
they pause for a moment and the now they are rivals.
"pehle main jaaonga," i'll go first. he is brusque.
music and mood change.
how fast they ran from a moment that was true. there was no hiding there.
"kyun? darwaaze pe pehle hum aaye the..." why? i reached the door first... and off we go again, to and fro, the war of the raizadas.
"mera ghar hai, i'll go firrrst." oh the rolled "r" and how terribly adult, it's my house, i'll go first. so often they'd behave like kids around each other... he almost 27, she 19 or 22 😆, both really not that ancient. and when the game of love got going, the irritation levels directly proportional to the thwarted sexual desire, suddenly the itch to win made them lose control often regress to childhood. two minutes ago that traumatic suppression of a feeling, and almost like a nasty side effect, this silly fight. nice writing i thought.
"iss ghar mein hamara bhi adhikar hai, hum aapke patni hain." i have a right too in this house, i am your wife.
in the confusion of a fight, the simple truth burst out. whatever teh marriage might have been, she wears his sindoor and mangalsutra, and she is ready to claim her haq... days later, she'd say... i did not ask for this tie, it was foisted on me, but now that i am responsible for it, i shall take care of it...
khushi loved thsi man, even if she had not said it to herself yet. somewhere perhaps, despite his insane behaviour, she could sense the facts lying beneat. the undeniable fact of love that tied them together. she couldn't turn away from the tie he'd forced... she couldn't say it was a sham...
she will take it to a place that makes sense... that's her instinct. while destruction and destructieness stalks him, and he can't leave it behind.
both have a headache. about of major arguing comes by. khushi is shaking her head, getting all quarrelsome. he is intense, speaking through gritted teeth. clearly kkgsr and asr are here. the holi days are over.
it was hard for me to let them go like that. why exactly was that heady week planted there if it would be quickly run away from?
while thinking about such things, and reading one of faiqa's takes, it dawned on me that really the marriage was force fitted here and it had no place in the tale at this point. none.
the writers were floundering, wondering how to make this work. channel was relentless no doubt on the trp trail. the show that had beat balika bodhu in september, was not looking that good vis a vis numbers in february march. and so the merry go round started... how to leap onto the trp... what do audiences want... do they want chemistry? give it to them. oh that's not enough? how about a new track... bali? babli? ballistic.
some part in a writer felt defiant, wanted to write, add preciousness... and so they did. bang in the middle of free flowing going anywhere nowhere plot... abysmal forgetfulness and enraging lack of commitment, especially to common sense.
he claims the loo.
she wants to throw a fit. a hissy one maybe.
soon, thanks to mami ji, we are seeing drama on the hall steps.
two things i loved about this senseless scene. khushi was wearing a kkg ishtyle churidar, and looking almost like her usual self... hair open being the one big diffeence. have never liked this idea of women changing the way they look just because they are married. some day our serials will not need this sort of regressive semaphoring i hope.
and the second is the speed at which she runs thinking asr might take the wrong medicine. she doesn't even stop to think why she gives a damn. just like maybe he didn't when he came down those steps and defended her honour during mooh dikhai.
one by one fam members come and join the fray. looked nice, natural.
she flies into the room... you didn't take that medicine did you? she is in panic.
but she misunderstands him again. she decides, he'd switched medicines on purpose...
he is outraged. what?
"ghin aati ahi hume aapse, mr raizada..." she is digusted, mr raizada. again lover like, there's no calibration of anger. completely emotional she goes.
"nafrat karte hum aap se..." i hate you. second time.
as chaos goes to a new high in the hall, an authoritative voice.
"wait payal..." he says just two words, and it seems to change everything.
at the head of a flight of steps he stands, his music flows around him. "usski koi galati nahin hai, mami," mami, it's not her fault. in a room full of hysteria and angst, the voice of reason... decision... a voice you can trust.
it's a simple mistake.
and as mami ji goes to resume her drama, a quiet word from a young man who has a tender feeling for this offbeat, some might say unbearable, woman. he knows her every fault, but also her strengths, her good, her love. he will handle his mami his way. i have always loved this detail in asr's character, his relationship with his loud, lazy, not at all classy aunt.
"mami, chillane se aapke dard aur badega," mami, shouting will make your pain worse.
akash and payal are deployed to get things for mami. he explains to her, mami, this could have been a mistake by anyone, if we'd made it, would you have thrown us out?
"aisan kaisan kahat ho!" how can you say such a thing, mami is aghast.
he urges her to go lie down. she struggles with it, manorama doesn't like to lose turf.
"theek hai... tumre liye..." okay, for you, she mumbles, knowing her nephew would not give up.
"mere liye... please!" crisply he agrees, superb handling of this difficult lady... third time.
he looks at his wife who has accused him... ghar mein sabko relax karne ki... zaroorat hai. everyone needs to relax.
khushi is naturally very upset... whole fam is in turmoil thanks to this storm out of nowhere. hyper emotions all around.
asr keeps it down, but he is no doubt roiled.
she comes back into the room only to accuse him more... she can't believe he had no hand in this.
"bazi hamesha asr ki mutthi mein rahti hai," the bet is always in asr's fist, she mocks. she rages. like that day she had come to resign. and just like that day, he is shocked at teh allegations being made.
he'd thought she'd be happy to realise he had no hand in the misunderstanding.
he tries to talk.
first you did this to me, she yells, now to show your strength you're doing this with my sister's life.
oh, she was so hurt by that night he gave her no choice.
"khushi, bina soche samjhe..." he tries to tell her not to go on without understanding what has really transpired, his anger is beginning to appear. how long can asr be expected to keep his cool, especially in this situation.
"hum soch kar hi bole rahe hain..." she claims she knows what she's saying... return anger.i love their normal interaction.. rarely seen on tv. two young sexy people in love, in the grip of a lie, and mad for each other, mad at each other... as normal as can be.
smoulder returns to chocolate eyes.
"pehle aap baat ko bigadte hain taki aap jo chahe wo kar sake... aur phir sabke samne uss baat ko samhalte hain..." first you ruin everything, then in front of everyone, you set it right. she flings at him.
maybe, that's what he has done with her...
"taki sabko lage ki aap kitne acche hain," so that everyone thinks you are so good.
nostrils flare on a rigid face.
lips thin on the other.
khushi... he tries again.
but she believes this... and will not stop...
hume yeh sabki aadat hai... jiji ko nahin hai.
why does she have this aadat? and why is it ok? is it because she is an orphan and has subconsciously come to accept that pain is her lot? or because from their first meeting he has inflicted only that and now she is used to it? if so, why did she allow herself to get used to it?
she again promises not to tell a thing, to stay with him, just spare jiji.
he seethes, troubled, nothing to be done... a sadness, this is a mess.
he leaves.
and she decides to take him on so he will ask her to leave.
storytellers are changing gear, we are headed where who knows. sometimes we don't reach nainital, sometimes the end of any track.
next morning.. she is up with pencil and notebook, he sleeps comortably, she plans to ruin his happiness...
he sleeps like a baby.
she marches up to him, vile plans buzzing in her head, then sees his sleeping face... and a delicate moment. a little smile and a few seconds to just gaze at the one who makes her heart race. felt like a SMOOCH. teehee, i quite understand why there's been talk of one in ipk recently, whenever the two looked at each other, maybe we completed the act in our heads and gut.
"kaun keh sakta hai, iss masoom chehre ke peeche ek khonhar laad gov hoga." who can tell, behind this innocent face hides a terrible laad governor.
lovely lovely imtimacy.
"shut up, khushi!" how can a man make that sound so sexy.
achhoo! she has an idea.
"arnav sigh raizada ko satane ke sau tarike, pehla unka neend kharab karna."
one hundred ways to bother asr, first, destroy his sleep. kkgsr hath murdered sleep, and therefore asr shall sleep no more... 😆 lines from macbeth in my head.
mami ji's beauties today
"jooice aan the racks, samjhi?"
"bhang ka nassa toh bai bai... lejkin sar dard hello hi" bhang intoxication bye bye, but head ache hello hi.
"sirt ki button ki sije ki goli, coat ki button ki sije ki ho gayi?" a tablet the size of a shirt buttin has become the size of a coat button?
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