Tuesday, 27 September 2016

episode 297 bagged (vm)




she was a clear bright untouched innocent girl with a definite streak of whimsy... maybe a bit of lunacy too. she was sunny and warm and happy and she loved from her heart, no, from the bottom of her toes with every bit of her self and soul, even those reserved for jalebi eating frenzy. she couldn't bear to see anyone hurt. and if she loved someone and they were in any sort of trouble, she was prepared to take all their woes herself and fill their lives with happiness. she would go to any extent to make sure those she loved were not hurt. and she did it all with the lightest of touch and a fey air and an optimistic heart that had the power of vishwas. not for nothing was her name khushi.


he was a guy who had been robbed mercilessly by life and had shut himself from the heartlessness of this world. he had set out to restore his sister and his broken lives, trusting only himself. working hard, working relentlessly, depending on his dimag, amassing power and wealth, the two things he reckoned the world respected, feared and did not mess with.

they met. they clashed, they hated each other, they bristled around each other, and then one day she said, yessir i put mango juice in your shoes... because i didn't get orange juice and he smiled.

cut. through.

something happened to his heart, you could see it in his eyes. arnav singh raizada could perhaps resist everything on earth, but not miss khushi kumari gupta's sanak. i have always felt that mad streak, that innocence, that complete pagal thing was what got him bad. if she were merely a good girl with a big heart, he may have cared for her, admired her. if she were gutsy and strong, he'd have respected her. if she were beautiful, he would have desired her... but she was all of that and she was sanka devi, titalitya. how not to be smitten by her, huh.

i like that also because then character design had meaning. that sanak had a role.

a slight reversal of roles now. he is doing everything he can to make her happy, because he has hurt her. of course in asr vein, it was, "main tumhe wapas paa loonga", "but i will bring you back, tumhe wapis jeetke rahoonga", he has said he will get her back and make her part of his life, he will win her back. a little win lose has to feature of course.

he is willing to go to lengths he wouldn't for anyone else. they had had the most horrendous of disagreements. she wanted to leave him. he was doing all he could to not let her go. in the middle of that, he realises it is her birthday and he had not even know, in fact he had gone raving and ranting to her aunt's place to threaten her and bring her back when he was tartly informed by bua ji.



she was really angry and upset with him. and for some odd reason it had been decided that he had a huge problem with wishing anyone happy birthday. murphy's law... that is the only thing she wanted from him. which would make her happy, bring a smile to her lips... all that he wants is to see that smile back.

in a mahaepisode, almost 42 minutes were devoted to showing many things, mostly with an accent on humour, his efforts to wish her, to buy her a gift, to bring her back... to win her back.

she was having none of it. sorry, if you can't wish me, i am not going to thaw.

so he did all sorts of things including eating a tonne of poories and following bua ji around like a lost child... was this asr?

while it was a pleasant enough episode, nothing really touched me...

except for one scene.

and i have to say only sanaya irani could look as fetching as she did in that fairly ghastly velvet tent.

cut to the scene.

he happened to hear khushi and bua ji talking in the room while he washed his hands outside... again that broken mirror, perhaps a reminder that things were at a point of breaking... he peered in and found bua ji insiting on driving evil spirits away with her hot dried chilli technique and khushi in a fit of sanka at her cuckoo and loving best with her favourite aunt, talking nonsense and being jhalii sankadevi.

as he watched her, his whole world seemed to fill with sunshine.

there's nothing he loved more than to see her happy. happy and sankafied, that was like three scoops of icecream with a cherry on top. she brought sweetness to her diabetic's life. a sweetness that overpowered the bitterness of his world and made him smile.

and he did. i just shook my head at the beauty of this simple moment. could have been soppy and sugary, but was not. you could feel his heartstrings give way... especially when he broke into that smile. you could feel that tender love of his for this beautiful girl. his eyes went mellow and loving, his smile was the sweetest ever. she was the most precious thing to him, he'd do anything to keep her safe warm happy feeling loved and far from the bedardi of ad. just one scene... and all the discomfort i had been feeling was set aside. because this was what it was all about. this love. the essential connect of asr and khushi that went way beyond right wrong good bad who is better who is worse.

and how he loved her. especially, when she was unselfconsciously and completely khushi. he'd look at her, she often not even aware of him or his gaze, and fall for her... pagal... pagal hai par cute hai.

as for the bag, well she had him nicely properly and rightly bagged. while on the b word, asr i don't think would ever tell her the price of her bday gift, though that doh lakh produced much mirth and the actors were all rather good in that last rm sequence. also, couldnt they have found a slightly nicer looking bag? i do understand khushi's point about the long handle... a girl has the right to be particular about her bag teehee.

and sorry, asr definitely would not call khushi "aap", nor write such a foolish message. so the red rose scene is deteriorating to tearjerker stuff, very forced.

back to the scene that got me... barun sobti, sanaya irani and abha parmar were spectacular in it. they worked to create a feeling that is so precious, you feel like putting it away somewhere safe, taking care of it yourself. i am sure they didn't even shoot at the same time. in fact the physical gap you can sense. but the emotions just come through flawlessly.

sanaya as i mentioned looked utterly lovely and khushi. interestingly barun was looking a bit down and dank today, but that was good, because despite that, asr did shine... said what good actor i was watching. and uff the slightly oily, a little too long flying hair... hawa mein udta jaaye...

as i watched him i thought of the other times i have seen him in that smitten or about to fall flat state... and a vm pretty much suggested itself. i hope you like it. it's not too long and i have not added any jalebi swirls to it, a simple straightforward piece. about that happiness in the heart...



 
thought


i did feel pretty bad for the guy at the way khushi who wouldn't hurt anyone made him suffer over his gift and hit back at him. i liked that in a way though, because it said to me she had a certain ease in her relationship with him, she could show her anger if she needed to, or her hurt... everywhere else, khushi never shows her tears, her own needs. in a milieu where girls are constantly taught to, exhorted to, made to, fit in and never think of their own individual needs and aspirations, this always being pleasant and caring of others never of yourself becomes the way i guess. it happens in many places, not just middle class gomti sadan india.

... but he and she had a different equation from the beginning. something they shared with no one else. he would take her angry outbursts and modify his plans, though making sure she got some hell in the bargain... can't imagine anyone else getting away with the things khushi did when it came to this khadoos. no one would dare to tell him anything, but she would. and he never expected her to fit in, be less... in fact, he wanted her to take her "huq" and fought with even his dadi over this. i found his asking her to claim him as hers and exercise her right over him very very moving. and essentially all he wanted was to see her smile.






hona tha pyaar
a beautiful song by atif aslam and hadiqa kiani
 



hona tha pyaar...


love had to happen

hona tha pyaar...
hua, mere yaar...

love had to happen 
and it did, my friend (lover)


hona tha pyaar...
hua, mere yaar...

love had to happen
and it did, my friend



aaye nazar, chehre hazaar

i did see thousands of faces


hona tha pyaar...
hua, mere yaar...

love had to happen
and it did, my friend

hona tha pyaar...

love had to happen



tere dil ke shehar mein... 
ghar mera ho gaya..
ho gaya...

in the city of your heart, 
got my house... 
just did


sapna dekha jo tune,
wo mera ho gya...
ho gya...

the dreams you saw, 
became mine... 
just became mine



doobey to yuun... 
jaise ho paar...

we drowned as if
it were the shore... 
(did i get that right?)


hona tha pyaar... 
hua, mere yaar...

love had to happen
and it did, my friend

hona tha pyaar...

love had to happen



thaamey dilo ki baahein, 
hum aate saalo mein... saalo mein...

holding the arms of our hearts... 
in the years that came


paaye jawab humne, 
tere sawalo mein... 
sawalo mein...

i found answers in your questions... 
in your questions


khwabon ki dor... 
tootey naa yaar...

this thread of dreams, 
may it never break, my friend



hona tha pyaar...
hua, mere yaar...

love had to happen and it did, my friend

hona tha pyaar...

love had to happen


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