Originally posted by: indi52
episode 74
The man was too hot. Where is that hot man? My sexy boy! Missing him so much.
ever
since he has dared to throw kkg out of his car a zany game of revenge
is on. we are in day two and new players join the fun.
the thief
of lucknow aka snake as in shyam manohar jha enters the fray with a
dramatic nifty necklace plan to throw khushi's life in disarray by
getting her accused of being a thief.
well
he is a purloiner himself, why would he not wish his paramour to be the
same one might think. but here is the thing... she is not his lover. he
is completely in la la land about that of course and sets up his
trusting missus while filching the necklace himself.
this
is just a love game mind you, all because he adores khushi ji. to
understand this gobbledegook rationale one must be as twisted as the
creepy smiler. in the meantime, the necklace does its own
twist and slips away... just as anjali turns to look at shyam... a hint
of ajeeb here, something says this isn't going to be a day like other days.
of
course, anjali doesn't guess a thing. standing before the mirror, all
she sees is what she longs to see, after all the thief has stolen her
heart. Anjali seemed quite wise in initial days of IPK. she handled all the situation meticulously. But don't know why she always became dumb in shyam's matter.
Did Shyam ever love Khushi! what kind of love it is what even made him to prove his beloved thief!
in
lakshmi nagar, a ringing sound and a sleepy hand. someone is finding it
hard to wake up. it's 9 am. not an early riser this hard working girl.
but then she leaps out of bed and squeaks, "nau baj gaye!" it's nine
already. sanaya looks terribly cute and i feel for kkg having to wake up
early.. what was lovely was that she always slept till a little late and
woke up after him... unlike the achhi bahus who sprint out of bed at the
crack of dawn and wear their saree and layers of jewellery rushing off
to be saviour of parivaar and parampara. this super girl sleeps late,
dawdles while getting ready and talks nonsense, she also grumbles about silly things and loiters about with a toothbrush in mouth, brushing her teeth. how can one not lau her.
the
ebullient tone of the episode has reached the super dramatic bua niece
household. today even payal is playing a game. happy ji is her informant
about her rajkumar. spurning the steed, he drives an automobile which
needs to be serviced of course here in lakshmi nagar.
khushi appears, toothbrush in mouth. payal pretends to be busy with drying clothes not doing anything else out here really.
happy ji's smiling face pops up, " payal ji, akash ji shayad do din mein ayenge." akash will come by in a couple of days.
ooops.
lovely
moment between two sisters. one is instantly alert, the other
embarrassed. she is the calm sedate one, and she is now in the trap of
love.
huh! frowns toothbrush rani aka jalebi bai as
in miss khushi kumari gupta. wasn't there a better mechanic in the whole
of delhi... why here? she is not very bright this morning, is she.
payal hyperventilates. happy ji pouts at the subtext of khushi ji's sentence. the lady with the toothbrush ponders the issue, not minding her sis's advice to stick to the bathroom during ablutions.
"khushi! kitni baar kaha hai, brush bathroom mein kiya jata hai... aur tum ho ki poore ghar mein ghoom ghoom ke brush chabati rahti ho!" how many times have i told you brushing is done in the bathroom, and you are forever strolling around the house chewing on the brush!" (thanks, kizh, for saying you like the dialogue, had to add it.)
then khushi wolfs down breakfast standing, payal is restless and runs to the window to peak... is he here? bua ji bustles. a light slightly crazy air. all along a sense of something on the way.
enter the thief of lucknow. he lies and cheats and the necklace is in the bag...
"jaa
rahe nahin... aate hain!" says payal to khushi. don't say i am going,
say, i'll be back. almost as an amulet this little au revoir, it perhaps protects her younger sister. today she needs protection... there's enemy action against her.
and not from the one she regards as enemy.
"achha baba aate hain..." oh all right, i'll be back.
in shantivan a tycoon buttons waistcoat, an air of slight disturbance. what ails him?
his
combination has me in a flap... there's no one else i can think of who
can carry off that mishmash of colours. but of course, gadbad tycoon couldn't care less, he just knows how to look fabulous. bas.
he is thinking of her. or to be precise, her assault on him. her jalebi bai and joooice and mishri tactics irk and madden.
slight movement of fiery brown irises. the buttoning continues but the mind is on one thing only.
suddenly
overcome by an uncanny feeling, he stops and checks his pockets, pats
them... she has him where she wants him i am chuckling. he is shaken if
not stirred.
"jai prakash! ek baar mere shoes ko ulta karke check karo... kuch... hai toh nahin..." oh that divine pause after "kuch".
check my shoes, jai prakash, see if there's anything in them.
jp
is instructed to keep an eye on who comes into the room while the
tycoon is away. he is wary of her. i am delighted, she is not only on
his mind, he senses her presence in the room. the fact that she was here
when he wasn't around, doing things... sort of unsettles him. he is not
yelling about it, he is not quite sure what he feels about this it
seems to me. his room, his den, and this intruder slips in and out when
he has no idea... isn't there something sexy in the very thought?
something intimate?
"sach
sach batao, tum nani ki jasoos ho na?" tell me the truth, la asks
lakshmi, you're nani's spy, aren't you? in this season of play, even la
of la la land is talking to a goat.
in a hilarious goofy scene,
mami ji tries to get la to say stuff that would go down well with nani.
la bungles, calls mami by her namewa instead of lakshmi. nani frowns.
mami is frazzled. at this rate, when will her hopes of seeing her bitwa married materialise.
a gorgeous tycoon smoothly walks in. cut to shot from back and what's this? a bald patch?
in
the mood of the episode, a little trick. it's the double. the fake
asr... much like the fake lakshmi. those who love him know instantly,
nahiiin that one is not the boy, no matter what the colour of his suit.
an uncanny resemblance to the lakshmi mix up about to roll out.
he's in a rush and on his way out. door opens.
have you heard of the door gift?
well, she is standing there, eyes closed. praying and muttering to dm.
"itni kripa karna ki woh laad governor na mile..." be so merciful that i don't meet that laad governor.
he
watches her stonily. something in his eyes, a surge in the music. that
sense of topsy turvy, she has no idea he stands before her, looking at her with irritation, ire and a note of what is it? longing?
her hair does fly a bit though. some part of her always knows.
he side steps her and walks out.
when she opens her eyes, she senses something. a pause as she puzzles over the feeling. he turns and looks at her, does he want her to know? or is it because he can't help himself, he must take a look?i think the last one, whenever she was around, he couldn't resist himself to give another look.
the tinkling notes of rabba ve come in. gentle, magical, tender. she does sense him, she turns, but he is gone.
a
beautifully crafted serene moment in the middle of light froth much
action. a place where the heart and gut talk and no one interrupts. you
pause because you must, you can't just walk away. it's lovely to see how
this feeling penetrates beyond even sanka devi's sanak, how it makes
her stop and feel like a woman, for a while all other things about her
set aside.
channe daal, moong daal, urad ki daal... la is
learning about daal... mami is fretting about her lack of comprehension.
i am wondering why this fairly empty sequence, unless there was some
deep significance to all the mah ki daal papa ki daal and arnav ki daal
stuff. well it went over my head. but again, i liked the silliness of it all.
nothing was normal in this episode. They literally showed La a dumb girl, what was really irking. Or by the way why La had to learn all the cooking and all. what she really needed to learn was family morals and values, what she didn't have initially. otherwise an Indian girl doesn't come to her boyfriend's place for live in. I was born and raised in the USA and we never saw this type of thing. even a decent american girl doesn't live with her boyfriend when he stays with his family. They sure have live in relationship, when they live separately not with their parents.
the thief insists his
raanisahiba wear her haar. would she? the first time i saw this i had no
idea where that trick would lead.
but lakshmi of shantivan is
about to turn the whole game. she is that unknown factor perhaps in
every game. she is lakshmi after all, the goddess of wealth, the real
wealth of our hearts.
Above all Laxmi was Khushi's friend.
khushi calls her "lakshmi!!!" no ji. she
has no idea what unutterably fabulous wealth lakshmi has planned for her
and she will stop at nothing to make sure khushi wins this round, gets that wealth.
khushi
is in the lion's den, talking to herself, a laptop in her hands.
telling herself not to fear, that laad gov is not here, "chaude hokar
chal."
as she sets down the laptop, something strange... the laptop
is broken. and even as she gawks at it, a pair of shoes right by her
that were not supposed to be there.
why had he returned, i wondered.
could it be because that restless uncanny feeling pulled him? he said to
himself he'd go and see if she was ruining his happiness with some plan
again, but really maybe one part of him just wanted to see her. i don't know, but really why did he come back? really what was the reason! His mind always said that he hated her, but his heart always said something else.
not a normal day at all.
a tilt up to reveal enraged asr. a fist is tightened, a girl gulps. music careens ... what's going to happen.
"kaafi talent hai tum me," he whips out, "baar baar mujhe surprise karne ka." you have plenty talent in you to surprise me again and again.
angry. he is really angry.
he
is menacing and mean and clenching his teeth. the temerity of thsi girl
throws him completely. it also infuriates him. no one. no one behave
with him in this manner.
"tum ho kya cheez.. aur jo bhi ho khud
ko samajhti kya ho?" what are you? and whatever you are who do you think
you are. he bears down on her, insulting and threatening. he is sure
she has broken his laptop.
he insinuates she bites the hand that
feeds her and she is sneaky, she has deliberately broken his computer.
slow comprehension in her.. he is talking about her social status. her
place in the house..her eyes cloud with a mix of emotions. he is brutal and aggressive. The insinuation was terrible. ASR was too mean to Khushi. Since the day they met he has been insinuating her like this. He was really not nice with her.
what did she think? "kissi ko pata nahin chalega!" no one would know!
"h...humne yeh..." she begins to stammer out that she hasn't broken the thing.
"shut up!" he roars.
"main
abhi baat kar raha hoon aur meri baat koi kaatta nahin hai!" i am still
talking and no one interrupts me! oh he is in supreme tycoon frame.
absolute gadbad tycoon.
"main tumhe achhi tarah pahchanta hoon!" i know you very well, he asserts. does he?
he accuses her of all the things he has figured out she's done. she has done all that and made him a laughing stock... sabke saamne mera mazaak banaya.
"ab
meri laptop ko haath lagane ki himmat kaise hui..." how dare you now
touch my laptop. oh he is uncontrollably angry. he is not in a sporting
mood at all. she has belittled arnav singh raizada. he won't spare her.
He was nasty and I was so angry on him.
don't
try to lie, i know your status and type... calls her "do kaudi ki
ladki"... along with teh anger there seems to be an unleashing of pent up
things... and he wants to get a response from her.
he wants the fight, i get the feeling.
"kabhi
kabhi toh mujhe aise lagta hai ki dhoka dena aur jhoot bolna tumhare
khoon mein hai!" sometimes i think cheating and lying are in your blood.
How could he stoop so low to degrade her family!
he
is definitely prodding for a return. this jibe gets to her you can see. he
is intense and angry. she is nonplussed and slowly the anger is
mounting. a head on collision and a beauty in it. sanaya and barun seem
to flow together whether dancing or warring.
"kissike paas paisa hota hai, kissike paas power, kissi ke paas naam, tumhare paas toh kuch bhi nahin hai..."
some have money, some power, others name, you have nothing.
he
is getting deeper, becoming more and more insulting, losing hold over
his tongue completely... why does she get to him so much? he doesn't wonder, he just hits out.
finally
she replies, furious, if i had to write a book on my "aukat", i'd
certainly come to you. aap ke paas... i hear him saying mere paas mere
saath. paas, yes, always near him, he near her, even when they are far
away, even when they are not friends, even when he lives in with someone
else, even when she thinks he is morally bereft. even anything...
always paas.
he is incensed at the interruption.
"shut up!!" he explodes, she almost cowers...
and
then a turn in the game. hand clenches kurta, a resolve is sought, a
surprise comeback... "aap shut up!" says khushi kumari gupta.
my favourite dialogue of the episode. so perfectly khushi and really enchanting, especially sanaya's delivery.
aap shut up indeed.
he is shocked.
her
temper also has gone beyond a point... almost hysterical now she says,
let me make those allegation true, let me break your laptop some more.
he
whips out a hand and catches her arm flinging it away, a violence in
the room, a skirmish... heat finally flaring out of control and catching
fire...
he doesn't let go of her arm. a struggle, a battle royal in fact, ensues. who will succumb.
just
two nights ago they had fought, he had had to go back to make sure she
was fine... she had sensed him... and he couldn't rest till he knew she
was safe.
but nothing is placid and predictable in their story.
it's being written all the time by wind sound gussa sanka and the all
knowing rabba. its twists and turns take them to places neither had ever thought they'd reach...
the
magnificent chemistry of the two actors hold me still. such a bated
sense of violent attraction there. even more exciting because neither
has identified it for what it is yet.
"chhotey..." it's anjali.
the only one who is not playing any game. she is a mere pawn and
totally unaware of that of course. i had hoped she'd turn the tables on all and show that she is in fact a powerful queen, but that was not to be.
he
lets go of her hand and those angry welts are there on her wrist
made... her payal, earrings, dupatta seem loathe to leave him and his
fingers have a way of marking her every time.
this time, khushi
is too angry to hide anything, ask your brother she tells anjali, what
he is saying, i don't understand his tongue.
he is scathing too,
the girl you have employed is trying to break my things. he takes it to
money... she won't even know the price of this..
she cuts in, won't be more than a human being's surely!
"enough!" he yells.
the mercury is high, anything might happen
and in yet another twist it is revealed di has broken the computer.
a stunned moment of realisation. he had jumped to the wrong conclusion. his eyes change tone, a little taken aback? perhaps a hint of remorse? but not really. she has riled him too much.
he recovers quickly when he hears his sister apologise to khushi. not
one chance against his opponent will be missed. he calls her a servant
and is ugly in his choice of words.
"di, aapko isse sorry bolne ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. yeh aapki naukar hai... aapki di hui salary se hghar chalta hai isska..."
di, you don't have to say sorry to her, she is your servant... her home runs with the salary you give her.
that
is downright nasty and insulting. if he really thinks people who work
for you should be treated that way, well then i'll have to say there's
something about asr i don't like at all. but something tells me, he is
saying this to get to her... that's all. I just couldn't accept it. first he degraded her family and then he called her servant. he was so disgusting.
anjali is stunned.
he marches out...
but he had seen the tears in her eyes, the look on her face... he couldn't care less... or could he?... he had to stop. and in a scene reminiscent of the earlier one at the door, here again at the doorway to his room, his world, a similar palat... and registering of her hurt this time... in his eyes.
he couldn't walk away... rabba ve.
shyam is practicing his bizarre charade. aaargh he hugged her picture to his heart. someone decimate him.
in 75, the roller coaster ride reaches a sublime slant. hold on tight.
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