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episode 267
wrote this on crooner 79, page 54 after seeing this episode the first time. i juts remember feeling slightly blown away and almost euphoric after seeing it.
i was extremely moved by yesterday's episode. of course, i wanted to take asr home, but that's nothing new. there was a something in that room that refused to go away; it called me in and asked me to look, you know how tough it is to look at anything while the man with perfect clavicles is before your eyes. yet, i couldn't deny the call.
but i shall digress now to another thought.
the diamond cutter was in a dilemma. he knew the stone he held in his hand was of the truest and finest white colour, a spectacular D. yet he also knew it had a few flaws and the clarity would at best make a VS1, 3 marks below flawless. now everything depends on my cut, he thought. no, he heard his thoughts self calibrate, the colour that the diamond brings with itself, what it is born with that's the basis of its worth, its beauty, his skill in cutting simply enhances that inherent beauty.
diamonds, indi? seriously.
ipk is like that stone, an absolute D colour. its innate strengths are breath taking. the possibilities are unbelievable. but it isn't flawless, currently a VS1, some might argue VS2, or higher or lower; but i am sure none will say it isn't of the highest colour, the most important parameter of a diamond according to a friend who is a dealer.
the not particularly well chosen doubles and the inconsistencies in hair/jewellery, etc., are certainly problematic. would have been less sou if the director had decided to be more particular, especially given the kind of story being told and the passion with which we all watch it. we know barun's every turn, line, tenor; sanaya has the slimmest arms in the universe, a nice plump upper arm in white badla chiffon will somehow not convince, while distracting at an intense moment. one can go on about the doubles issues. but i'll leave that to the diamond cutter.
and gaze longingly at the stone of perfect colour; come, dazzle me. through the 10x when i see the flaw, i turn my eyes and shift focus a little till i am only looking at the brilliance and fire. this is what i did last night.
fireflies, jonaki; "jugnu," she said and smiled, for a second there was the khushi i'd met many months ago. the repeat telecast had not one, three fireflies. his face lights up brighter than everything at her smile. lovely lovely moments. his second gift to her. pity she can't keep them. but that kalash is there with all its symbolism.
i never expected them to have the s word, but if it had to be, that was fine. in these matters i do trust the writers, director, and other creatives. apart from the two months post wedding, they've gone to places no soap has gone before. and in that period also there were the five days of holi with sparkling, heart stopping sequences.
but barun and sanaya in that room were riveting. beautifully structured sequence, the lights and fireflies one end, the hit on her head as he drew her into his arms at the other. in the centre: love, desire, the smoulder of passion, a man who knows it all who will love her so much that he will protect her from his own eyes if need be; a girl newly all woman, inexperienced in the ways of physical love, tremulous, worried, unable to cope with her own desire. in a darkened room, two pure souls seek to find each other, pristine white creates pools of brilliance in the deep blue night.
beautiful shots of arnav and khushi: he drapes a red curtain for her, he sits on the hay and asks her how did she know, their fumbling through the answers, his eyes fall on her shadow and start to change expression, the curtain is pulled back, she in left foreground while he in bg to the right head tilted as he looks at her, so much in those eyes. and that sublime play on the hay. not a trace of lewd, not a single cringe moment. beautiful.
last night i couldn't think beyond barun and the drama of the episode. this morning i suddenly noticed the shamrock. yes a three leaved clover framed on the wall of a hut in the middle of a jungle. and what was that mark on the door, a swastik? stranger still, clothes including dreamy white chiffon with twinkling badla, red blouse with tantalising dori, lanterns, hay, fireflies, kalash, practically everything you need! shamrock! what was going on? then came the white hanky from a very un-pristine source. what, the dear goonda's wife tucked a clean fair kerchief in her man's pocket every day.
i don't read harry potter, but somewhere in the forum over the weekend, there was talk of this being the room of requirement. of course, in jest. i have read alice though, and the feeling of falling down a rabbjt hole kept coming back.
remember heer ranjha? away from all of this there is a place for us, where we can love, our ranjha had said. what if this room was in a different reality? they're running, away away from it all. and suddenly behind a wooded area a clearing and a room with all they need and so many signs and symbols. to me, it is definitely suggestive of parallel dimension. a space for these two appears out of nowhere, fairy tale like. the beast will become prince here in the dark, beauty will be left sleeping. a shamrock will speak of the imminent defeat of the evil leprechaun who sits on the pot of gold, a white piece of cloth will spell surrender. fireflies, kalash, did i see a lotus drawing on the wall?
no, nothing was there by chance or accident.
the diamond cutter is trying new cuts to bring out the real fire in the stone's centre. and if indeed what i sense is true, i like what he's doing. the idea fascinates me. and it's been made such good use of. takes the viewer away from the ordinary and in a layered ambience, the keys to the story are laid out.
and if i'm just imagining things, no problem, at least i took the mind to places other than the office and the mall.
long post, sorry, people, just had to ruminate.
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