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Reliving IPK ...
Episode 132
A table for two
His first time asking her out and he is unceremoniously, unequivocally shot down. Hum nahin aayaygay ! She had said pugnaciously and hung up on him.
Khushi Kumari Gupta ! He swallows distastefully, she will never make anything easy. He is trying to make amends, but this girl ...
He hadn't believed the sight In front of him ... Aakash, in the middle of a crowded restaurant, on his knees, proposing to, of all people, her sister. Had he lost it ? He had taken no time in letting his feelings be known.
Shockingly insensitive, they had both, in unison, descended upon the already nervous, unsuspecting couple, loudly protesting their respective disapprovals, one not to be outdone by the other ...
Couples table ? A waiter inquires helpfully, only to have his head snapped off. Tumhay yahan couple nazar aa rahay hai ?
Ji, saaf nazar aa rahay hai. Aap iss Chamkili ka saath hian aur yeh dono ...
Like two quarrelsome kids they exchanged insults. Halwai ... She had gasped at his overt snobbery ... Laad governor ... He had squinted disbelievingly at her cheekiness ...
Tum dono behnay din may sapnay dekhna band kar do ... He had advised pettily.
Sapnay ? He has the cheek to say that, after all that he has done ...
An amused, captivated crowd around them, it is Payal, who finally steps up from behind her sister and firmly puts and end to this escalating public spectacle ...
Aakashji is in love with her ... Really ? What does he know of her that he is love with her ... Does he know why, how they came to Dilli ? Does he know that her barat was returned from her doorstep ... Does he know what all their family had to suffer as a result of this humiliation ? Aap nahin jaantay, lekin yeh ... yeh toh saab jaantay hain na ... She had flung accusingly at ASR. Hum oosi din ki baat kar rahay hai jis din aap nay ...
Jiji ! A soft urgent plea, her sister had silenced her, shaking her head. Don't ... A memory too hard to relive, a shame too difficult to forget.
Sheesh Mahal ... He slams his hand on the hood of his car ... That night ... A night that has held him in its thrall ... A night that he has in the past, relived as an intriguing, clandestine, sensual encounter, refusing to be released from its dark romance, its spell binding captivation ...
A night he has felt little or passing guilt for ... Kya kiya hai meinay, he had derided immediately afterwards, at the Mazar. His Jijaji's kaman say nikala hua tir had sent waves of remorse coursing through him, yet no attempt at redress. He had continued his slavish obsession, caressing the pearls ... Enchained by the memory of the pearls, by memory of her, by memory of his desire ...
Not once has he questioned himself of his inconceivable behavior, his dark intent, his baseless accusations ... Never has he come face to face with the direct consequences of his actions of that night. Not just her life, but the life of her sister ... Her entire family ... He is the cause of the misfortune that has befallen upon them.
A little too late for realization, for remorse, for restitution, is it not Arnav Singh Raizada ? How many times had she pleaded ... Humari Jiji ki Shaadi toot jaaygi ... Toh toot janay do Shaadi ... He had countered, heartlessly, Tum jassi ladkiyon ka kya hai ... Ek jayayga, doosra phasa layna ...
How crudely baseless, how vulgarly judgmental ... and how positively wrong he had been. Why had he not believed her ... Her Jiji ... Poetic justice if there were any. His own brother is the heartbroken Doosra ... And she had just turned him down, apparently for the second time ...
Aakash is forlorn, staring at the payal, standing in front of the living room window. She has turned him down twice. Our man, who just a few months ago had no patience for talk like this, approaches him and listens intently, sympathetically. And not just listen, he empathizes as one who comprehends the matters of the heart.
He learns that his own brother too cannot accept a refusal ... He too can't believe it would be over just like that ... He too does not know how, why he fell in love ... What happened that night ? Aakash asks. His Bhai's silence is telling enough, and it really does not matter now. Aakash mumbles his apology, he just wanted to offload ...
Apparently, it is not too late ... He questions Aakash, Tum iss ladki kay saath apni poori zindigi bitana chatay ho ?
He does not understand Pyar ... Don't talks to him about that ... Talk to him about his need, his want ... He clearly knows that he wants, he needs her around him ... He wants to be with her, for his poori zindigi ... A very basic, rudimentary yet a bedrock concept of loving someone, he has understood and acknowledged some time ago.
His brother too, he ascertains, is in the same leaky boat as him. Okay then its done ! A decision is reached with unflinching swiftness. Two birds with one stone ... A path to reparation and also, joy in his brothers life ... Mein yeh deal final karwa kay hi rakhoonga, he tells a bewildered Aakash. Deal ? Konsee deal?
If he has directly confronted and confirmed his brother's attachment in brisk, no nonsense questioning, Khushi, on the other hand, has silently witnessed and joyfully deduced her Jiji's true feelings in Payal's soft apology ... Hum aap ka dil baar barr todnay kay liya majboor hai...
Both, as always, in a hurry to talk to each other, engage in a frustrating game of phone tag ... Much like their relationship, a barrage of missed calls ... mixed signals ... misunderstandings ... She calls, he calls ... A busy signal ... He bristles with jealousy ... Zaroor apnay finace say baat kar rahi hogi.
If only you knew the half of it, ASR ... Apnay fiance say baat toh nahin, par baat karnay ki koshish zaroor kar rahi hai ... If only you would have some patience ... Kiss say baat kar rahi thi ? He snaps with full Haq. A brief relief flashes in his eyes, as she mumbles ... Aray hum toh aap ko hi ...
The waiter has a tale to tell ... They are back, The couple ... Array vohhi, joh subha aya thay ... Jo ankho say assay larh rahay thay ki jasy ek doosray ko kha jayagay ... Bas poocho nahin ... Meri baat manay, toh shaadi karlay, saab theek ho jayaygay ...
A table for two ? He inquires straight faced. He is greeted by shuffling feet and sheepishly avoiding eyes.
Civility !!! Finally !!! A date ... kinda, sorta ... Not a planned, I'll pick you up at eight ... I know this lovely place ... You'll really like the ambiance ... None of that, instead, a firmly bit out order, Aadhay ghantay mein mujeh vahin milo ...
But so what ? A date is a date is a date ! So what if to discuss someone else's love life. So what if she disarmingly bungles his attempt at chivalry. So what if she gracelessly, but sweetly, unfailingly, insist that his coffee be sugar free. So what if his coffee is black and her chai kali ... At least the biscoot is phree and our man, charmed ...
Amidst mumbled complaints about incomplete orders, thela chai and stubborn biscoot wrappers, A truce is reached ... Her Jiji and his brother ... Together ...
Han hamay bhi lagta hai ki Jiji Akaashji say ... She stalls ... Pyar ... The word evaporates from her lips ... It is real ... The silent enunciation hangs between them, louder, clearer than if she had actually said it. She who had used the word in the past in front of him him without hesitation ... Now she stumbles and shies from using it. He sees it. A small, but much needed solace ...
Aap sahi thay ...
Of course, he is always right ... Not really, but in the spirit of prevailing conviviality, we shall let it pass ... It is, after all their first date ... A table for two indeed ...
Daily motion video ... Enjoy !
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x10j84w_ipkknd-full-episode-132_shortfilms
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