Blast from the Past Thread #24 ** Golgappa Times ** p 113, ep 246 - Page 63

Originally posted by: aarwen

I was watching episode 81 today and felt like writing about it.

 

That one moment when unaware of her eyes he stood next to the small girl and in the background we saw the pigeons soaring. Being a nice human being was important for her and that is exactly what she came to know about him. She had seen him shower love on his di. Today with no other motive he just went and brought all the pigeons for the little girl. A complete stranger. Had been gruff but reassuring when he told the girl to go home and Khushi stood and watched. She had thought him to be an akroo rakshas laad governor and here he was being surprisingly nice. She had been excited by his presence, inexplicably drawn towards him, madly angry at him before but now she got to see a completely different side of him.

 

And in the very same episode something that was solely meant for the broken boy. He thought no one could understand the pain he went through least of all the chirpy loud girl who believed in god, marriage and goodness. Also he wanted to desperately believe she was of no consequence to him. Was only after material gain. And then the unexpected connection. She had lost her parents too. Suffered the same pain and was still smiling. He had yelled at her. Said there was no way she could even come close to understanding how it all felt and here he was witnessing his own di hugging this girl who understood it all. Not just understood it but seemed to have fought it. How could he bear hurting her! This is the moment he knew she did understand him. That indescribable instinctive emotion he couldn't control around her had something tangible. A bond with her.

 

And seamlessly bridging these two scenes was her internal dialogue. How do you decide what a person is really like? He all hard and she all bright and sunny. Yet in their hearts they were both good.. And destiny had decided it was time to bring these two together. The creators did it flawlessly. Arnav didn't see Khushi being good. Instead Khushi, to whom goodness mattered, was shown this kindhearted side of Arnav. And to Arnav they brought an orphan girl to touch his heart. That thing that his whole life was revolving around was what was used to show this side of Khushi to him.

There is such an emotional high when I see this phase of their journey... Getting to actually know each other. Discovery.. Not analyzing in its entirety but just experiencing the feeling...the wonder.. The start of something new..

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 239

it's a wedding again. only a month after a night of "haan ya na" and a dulhan who had no idea she was.

i can't help but think of that night, and despite all the jollity all around, the unstoppable mirth, i think of a man who became bridegroom and took a bride amid only tears and chaos. yes, weddings always mean a bit of chaos, but not the sort they saw within themselves and around them that night.

two dialogues got repeated too many times not to mean a thing... this is ipk, writers are clever with forming loops and echoes and reflections with the spoken word, to magnify a feeling, to nudge a memory, to create depth and texture.

so when there was that repetition of his "haan" changing everything, i had a feeling it was somewhere to remind us of that other night. when her "naa" couldn't change anything. she had no choice or he made sure she thought so that night. a tragic, intensely sad moment. but there was something sacred in what was to come.

on the flip side of that is today's "haan" where he had a choice but didn't know, and she made sure he didn't. a fairly comic, extremely lighthearted moment... and yet, was there to be a sacred moment soon? i couldn't see any sign of it anywhere in the din and rush of carrying carpets, fixing speakers, organising pandal, and avoiding rushing pesky kids... wedding milieu, wild wonderful and setting my teeth a bit on edge.

the other word was "dulhan", every time it was said, just after i had giggled, i'd remember a beautiful bride. was i to see her as dulhan again soon?

when you see a thing repeatedly, finally you might end up seeing something quite different from what you saw the first time. and this episode on this watch, brought me to a sacred moment on a rickety ladder.

i thought i saw a beautiful suhaag raat in broad daylight, with all its longing, its nasha, its jadoo, its lifting of a veil, its looking into each others eyes, its palpitating heart stopping moments and its flowers.

now i might be completely imagining this and if anyone from ipk read this they'd probably be rolling on the floor laughing, but i saw what i saw teehee. I sometimes think that too when am writing/reading something here..and the very next minute I think maybe someone from IPK is actually very pleased reading this because whatever he cleverly created for his own amusement/satisfaction has been understood by someone here.

a comic air, errors galore, constant activity, great blocking... things were going along in a happy frolicking pace. khushi sang about the season to bug the laad governor, bua ji and asr got into lovely little conversations and both abha parmar and barun sobti were very good together. but i missed my asr... this pulverizing of the waistcoat man is frankly just plain tiresome for me. the talk between the two felt so real right? extremely natural somehow. and made me so happy to see the bond between them. How comfortable buaji seemed to have become around him. and he was relaxed around her. And as you know am missing him too.

he came out... stood on the steps, i remembered him standing just there a little over a month ago, so happy, in brown suit, come to see his girl... to floor her. 🥺

perfect stranger walked up to him and asked in a familiar manner if he were free. long thinking look, then a "nahin", oh barun did never quite let asr go, did he.

finally he figured out that he has been taken for a ride by his dear loving caring sharing in everyone's sadness wife.

"oh no no!" said the man.

"oh no? koi takleef hai ka, babua..." is there a problem, shot back his jodi for the episode, bua ji.

a relationship has been made, and whatever we may say, the boy is well brought up, knows what is in good taste and what is not, plus after the initial faux pas he is very circumspect.

"oh no..." emphatic and hot, "koi takleef nahin hai, bua ji." an abs sweetheart, this tycoon. hehehe

but to himself, "yeh kahan fas gaya mein" what have i got stuck in, ugh.

happy khushi came bounding out with spatula held aloft of , sanka at a high.

she asked him to move from where he stood.

"kyun?" came the brusque reply.

next thing, the speaker had got him, he almost passed out.

"haw aapke kaan toh bilkul tamatar ke tarah laal ho gaye hain..." ha, your ears have gone as red as a tomato, she said with an innocent sweet look. she had taken her revenge for the rudolph the red nose comment that morning.

why do i get the feeling he likes this sparring, it excites him... someone not scared of him, not kowtowing, and someone so pretty too... there's spice and myrrh in the air suddenly among all the pink and chaos. definitely true. her cuteness must bring out a pagal but cute but her challenges ignite the man. lovely how you add pretty too. yes he is attracted to his wife's beauty. i love that. very difficult to show continuously and not fall into the trap of coming out too sweet but they managed it perfectly!

pink again. the other night the mosquito net. way back a dupatta falling over an astonished girl's head. all moments of murmurous attraction, things not said because perhaps there is no need to. beautiful connection

"arre, aur phool chahiye..." we need more flowers said the bride's mother and made way for that moment i think of as sacred.

a beautiful silent act of love, just a ladder, a girl and a boy who wants to be with her. and that gust of wind on a pink dupatta.

she rushed to get the flowers which are at a height, but he is instantly alert, "khushi! khushi wait..." always protective of her... no matter whether it's mohabbat or nafrat.

she's up, reaching for flowers, he arrived, concerned at the sight of wobbling step ladder.

"khushi, chadne se pahle sidi ki position check kar leti!" his rough admonishing hid that care he feels.

"neeche aao!" come down, he hollered in full asr mien. bet she felt all sorts of sensations when he talked like that. there's some sort of indelible love in that possessive angry way. like he has a right over her. am not breathing right now Indi di..

"aa rahe hain," i'm coming she said with an irritated most wife like, there goes my husband again sort of way, and she turned... he watched most concerned.

and a gust of wind came to blow a dupatta. wind, dupatta, something was about to happen.

she got more and more flummoxed by flying dupatta. the wind stayed and played.

"hume kuchh dikh nahin raha!" i can't see a thing, she said panicking as the dupatta covered her eyes and head.

"khushi, stop it!" he yelled. and began to climb up the ladder, to reach her.

not a word, no music, just wind gushing steady, urgent, as he went nearer and she waited in pink veil... she looked through the veil and suddenly it all changed... notes of rabba vey entered. the whole world ceased to be, it's just you and me, here on a space between heaven and earth, why do i feel what i feel, and you? what is it that you feel? i can't stop looking at you or wanting to be near. ❤️ Oh I actually came back to add..his look.. always trying to figure out what is she feeling.. so acutely aware of her reactions..

he stood on a rung a little below her looking at her entranced...

a long time ago he had seen this very face through another pink veilwhen he didn't believe in love, when he had only anger and disbelief in such matters... but he had been struck even then...

have I told you I loved your review of this episode? haha I know nothing new there but still saying it.. 😳

today it's this girl he is mad about and no matter how angry or hurt, something reaches him the moment she is near...

she stared at him through the veil and her eyes sought things that her conscious mind said she will not.

he was rapt... just looking at her was all he seemed to be capable of suddenly.

slowly he took the veil down to reveal her face... a suhaag raat ritual. the way he held the veil and pulled it down to reveal her face, there was that sense of an important act. something much more than the literal meaning. oh I felt it too. Like his whole life depended on this one action he was carrying out. 

if there was a rapt mesmerised feel to the way he looked at her, in her eyes a funny sort of hunger for a second. a need.

she was embarrassed, he was just there gazing at her, to be with her is all he seeks, she lurched forward, he caught her. oh the heat of that coming together, even in a long shot there is desire everywhere.

as she averted her eyes there was suddenly a flicker of urgency, a question in his. they manage to convey so much in these moments. 

then the moment was over.

he let go of her shoulder. "tum neeche jao..." go down, he commanded.

"uh hamare phool?" but my flowers?

"phool main le aaonga!" i'll get the flowers, divine yelling and taking charge...

and then it happened.

she lost balance, and it all came tumbling down.

that falling felt significant. symbolic. together they are constantly in a plunge, falling ever deeper into an emotion, holding on to each other never letting go, who knows where it is taking them. this is such a sweet thought.

on the floor scattered with petals of marigold, together they lay, winded and then feeling things.

hey hey... heyheyhey.

as they tried to sit up the petals showered down. te brats had tipped the flower basket (okay, this bit was shot pretty badly, the gravity defying basket almost snatched my attention away from the magic unfolding). 😆

he just lay there watching. in no hurry... i loved that look on his face, he has taken the veil off his bride's face, he has seen her, he is enamoured, now he will lie with her and revel in her. not suhaag raat? i loved this entire bit of episode, the pace, the colours, the emotions, the sheer scorch. Oh indi di you are creating havoc in my heart right now.  We had to see him lie and revel later too.. And that look.. 

she realised and was too smitten herself to do much about things.

I love how both are affected and in their silence lies their acknowledgement in this moments. Remeber when he had his finger on her lips?

marigold petals all over, yellow, orange, in the colours of the sun, spiritually significant and always at weddings and auspicious occasions, a certain sensuality to soft, plush petals. finally the entire tokri fell.

Her vibrant pink and the bright yellow marigold. visually striking!

"phool toh.." she smiled.

"i know..." he agreed. they almost sounded like friends... or lovers, a bit shy, a bit lost.

rabba vey. she started to smile.

and he smiled back at her. it was perhaps their first uncomplicated, warm and private smile looking at each other with nothing but pleasure and love. yes, just that... love.  perfect choice of words.. uncomplicated, warm.. just them smiling happily.. was she dulhan for a moment there? and did he again give a "haan"? this time not without knowing what he said yes to.

soon we were rushing to generator and khushi had again taken umbrage at his arrogant little i am arnav sing raizada and started plotting. i thought he wanted her to succeed at fixing the machine. the advance retreat of asr khushi was a delight after such a long gap. he flicked her cheek, she was miffed. he sat next to salman with cotton in his ears looking a dish. he was devastatingly rude to the little boy with his "i don't care." the the boy spilled the beans, the busy businessman plays games on his laptop... er asr, did i hear right? this must be new if that is the case... your pagal biwi is having an effect on you.  anyway now he is going to be mechanic. oh h where is his waistcoat?

shyam stole the will... could have been a great track but alas.

Originally posted by: aarwen

Originally posted by: aarwen

❤️ have such a severe case of dhak dhaks that am definitely not too coherent at this point. Very very sweet Indi di. Your words just make me feel am soaring high on love. Not saying I don't love this scene but it may not have come to my mind if I had to recollect favourites. But now after reading your take it will definitely remind me of so much more. Loved so many sentences above and the feelings you describe. Oh love should definitely be this way!

Originally posted by: cinthiann1758

Episode 237

For a Moment

(Arnav and Khushi only)

I just love this episode. 

This is the episode where I see Arnav softening to Khushi and her family for a moment.  He knows he has hurt them.  Of course the car's condition was not due to her and he has been an added expense to the family.  Their honor is at stake here.  He sees how they are struggling to pay the grocery bill and now takes it upon himself to show them he IS their son-in-law, an integral part of their family and he CAN help them if he wants. 

This is his family as Anjali said you have to take care of these relations and he is doing it after all i am SIL of this house.How cute.

Garima will try to mortgage some bangles and just as she is walking out the door the grocer comes with an abundance of supplies.  Arnav Singh Raizada doesn't know how to do small; he is quite extravagant.  They are all shocked but this is where he proves himself, in my opinion, he shows us he has a heart again and he wants normal food please!!!

This moment is then ruined by an insistent Khushi, who wants to hear him call her Amma, Ma.

 I don't know maybe to feel like her marriage is real? It seems she is yearning for normalcy in her marriage.  I truly don't feel it is an intentional taunt.  Do you? 

Exactly my thinking, she wants assurance and that is the reason she is prressing him but he is the one who is giving her signs " I am your SIL" and it encourages her but don't forget she thinks this marriage is real till he will break her by the road...

He just can't do it, he can't call anyone Ma...

His mother is dead. 

The hurt so great he has carried into his adulthood and yes the hurt of your mother dying, in anyway and especially a suicide, pierces your heart.👏

well said

After his outburst towards her, he goes into the bedroom very upset, frustrated, angry...hurt.  Nothing is sacred at this point and he angrily pulls down the mosquito netting from the bed.  He tries to avoid his thoughts by attempting to work on his computer.

She follows him inside and asks for his forgiveness it was not intentional.  He stops her right there, BAS and as she tries to continue he gives her the hand- the sign to STOP... NO...MORE..

She doesn't know how he feels and then he hurts her by telling her he is staying here in this awful house.  It all comes out. 

He always says things in anger but  this time he went so far because of her irritations but still he did the damage to her heart...this is her home and way too attached to her the very same his mother to him.

Now she is hurt but she tells him that it's true this is how the poor people live sometimes no electric, sometimes no water and even sometimes no money for food, but they manage.  She knows he is angry with her but she is angry too but never took it out on his family and never could but he... 

SHe has every damn right to be angry with him but again she doesn't take out her anger on his family but he does. and he will stop after this and then he will bring again Payal's marriage after kidnapping to stop her.

With tears flowing she leaves with him calling her name.  He feels bad (in my humble POV) about his treatment of Khushi and so his response is golgappe! 

Feed her and make her happy! 

Show her you care. Food is khushi's weakness and Arnav did right to bring gol gappa to make her happy SMILE...as he can't say sorry but his actions speak louder..

Garima and Buaji have made what looks like pakoras to me and he brings in a bag filled of those delicious balls that Khushi can fill some with something spicy, something sweet, something sour!  He apologizes to them for what happened and they are all forgiving.  Arnav is so vulnerable right now and this Gupta family embraces this hurt man blaming pagal Khushi. 

Our relation doesn't change by the name you call me.  Just beautiful.

She comes in and is so excited to see the bag of golgappe. Tears it open with her teeth and just about to eat it when she finds out Arnav bought it she drops it.  She can't eat it if he is the one who brought it... never!  She won't give in to him.

I love this next part, in fact this is one of my faves as far as episodes watching Barun play Arnav's vunerabilty was awesome.  My heart melted!

As he is watching her pleasure in eating golgappe, his eyes soft and full of gentle pleasure as his wife gobbles them down.  She has given in and he has compromised too. They have met half way for the moment.  They have become a family for the moment. 

Yes they are learning a lot about each other in this proximity and open environment.BUT here his vulnerability is awesome to watch and if indian tv would ever allowed , he would catch her to grab a kiss or something.seriously.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Originally posted by: aarwen

Indi di thank you for reading and indulging in 81 with me. You have an amazing way with words. And I went and read your 81. Shame on me to have missed reading it before. That connection you brought out to the hospital scene wow.. In fact all of it was wow. As wow as Barun's acting when in the middle of his dialogue his voice rose exactly at lekin koi kuch nahin samajhta! .

Originally posted by: MehreenB