i promise. i promise to love you and protect you, your happiness means more to me than all else.
bless me. bless me that i may never fail to keep you safe, to restore you, to rejoice in you.
tie me to my duty, my sister. tie me with your love. tied we are by memory of the same, the shared womb.
i wrote this on the crooner thread after seeing this episode while the show was on. my feelings about the episode remain unchanged. so i am posting the take, with just a few minor edits.
i wrote this on the crooner thread after seeing this episode while the show was on. my feelings about the episode remain unchanged. so i am posting the take, with just a few minor edits.
iss pyaar ko has explored some beautiful and different
loves. the most central ones: love between a man and a woman and love
between a brother and a sister. yesterday focused on the latter; while
the other love got included in, as that most interesting process of
becoming family got going. and it was executed with heart and knowledge
and ken, by all involved. without too much of fanfare and big words, ipk
has shown us again and again what being family means. what
relationships are really all about.
siblings
really are part of who we are, and they keep in a way our identities,
even as the world around us changes and at times becomes unrecognisable.
i grew up with two brothers, the irritated
elder sister, wishing they'd leave me alone. yet, along the way grew a
love and a possessiveness that i sometimes can't explain to myself. i
noticed this is reciprocated by the siblings.
honey
priya of crooner made an interesting connection between the five lakhs
on the cheque anjali gives shyam and five senses. anjali is
actually very perceptive with a sharp sixth sense when it comes to her
brother. the only time i recall this not being evident was when he was
kidnapped, and we all kept remarking on it. wonder why that sense has
not been functioning when it comes to shyam? is it because she doesn't
really feel him with her heart but with her need? and that interferes
with intuitive thought?
when
i think of last evening, what leaps out is the inspired acting by an
actor who was here by chance. over the past week we have seen him
prepare for no less than war. he knows this war is not going to be easy
for anybody, least of all for the person whose security and happiness
this is being fought for. so, straight after bringing his wife home post
a long drawn out battle with his deepest nemesis, he readies himself
again. true to character, arnav singh raizada thinks of those he loves
before he thinks of himself. in fact, in these months we've known him,
only once has he asked for something, for someone, for himself. his
khushi, tumhare bina jee nahin paaoonga.
last
evening, he set aside his troubles and worries to make his wife, one of
the two most important people in his life, feel comfortable. and that
was beautiful, in a light all its own, set aside like a jewel in the
episode.
this
morning, it is time to reassure the other most important person, his
di. the younger brother who from the age of 14 has been his elder
sister's rakshak - because, meine himmat dikhai - knows what devastation
is about to visit his sister. he is feeling terrible for her. and for
himself. that he should have to bring this about. that he
would be the destroyer of her dream world. he knows there is no other
way, he takes full responsibility. his wife has helped him focus on this
truth every time the emotions have got the better of him. she is right,
so is he. if only being right were a little more easy.
he
sees his sister gathering flowers, for puja of course. ever so gently
he leads her to a place where they've often sat together before. here it
was by the water that she had told him of her theory that he will one
day meet the woman whose absence will make him feel "humaari saansey ruk
jaaygi." he had laughed that day.
today, tears struggled near his throat somewhere wanting to pour out.
he
had come to tell her he would always be there for her, no matter what.
and also take her blessings for the fight most vile about to unfold.
looked to me like an arjun had come to a gandhari for her to empower him
with her love. whether it was or not, the power of mythology was in
every second of that scene. the brother choking on his words, tender and
caring of his oblivious childlike sister, holding his box full of
strings that promised unending love and raksha. the more he felt all the
hurt and horror, the less she understood. believe me, i will always protect you, it is my duty to take care of you, but if i should ever hurt you...
you'd never hurt me. you'd never hurt me. she
refused to hear anything as was her wont. he held out his arm and said,
though this is not the right time, please tie that rakhi for me today. what
a neat little idea, a simple thread, organic, perishable, yet for
centuries signifying a brother's undying commitment to his sister, to
protect her honour and happiness, to love her.
today
he needed to feel that thread around his wrist, both for her and for
him. i could see him getting lost in that pain. the very thought of
hurting his sister with the truth about her murdering, philandering
husband was swamping him. he struggled to overcome it. yet she didn't
feel his unspoken words. how strange, she felt nothing. and every time
she missed the cue, his fear grew, his pain increased.
what
a fabulous touch when right toward the end, when khushi had already
strolled into the scene, we hear him not being able to stop, a note of
panic in his whole demeanour. the what ifs of the situation are such.
then
khushi took charge. and di, blissfully unaware shut both of them up
with a very elder sister like "enough" and pulled them into a hug. elder
sister like. but is she really.
i
was pulled right into the scene way before that. somewhere around the
time he walked up to her with that characteristic measured, slightly
swaying walk and held her hand to lead her to the chairs by the
poolside. a difficult scene, to convey real emotion without becoming
maudlin, without losing the character of the cool clipped arnav singh
raizada, without letting anyone feel it was only glycerine. barun sobti
has said he finds it difficult to cry. watching him yesterday, it was
difficult for me not to howl, especially when the tears almost spilled
out and he swallowed hard, and then when he couldn't just stop saying
things.
can anyone teach this kind of acting? or maybe that's what they get to learn at bpos?
it
has become hard to connect to anjali. thanks, of course, to that
introduction of a selfish, underhand streak in the character during the
return of shyam phase. personally, i have no problem accepting
complexity. i can even live with arnav loving her no matter what her
flaws. that's how family is usually loved, especially siblings. i
thought, initially, that when he finds out about her sneaky meetings
with shyam or of her unnecessary coldness toward khushi, he might be
upset. i was wrong, this man will forgive his sister these things, his
love is big enough to overlook all that. he will know, she has her not
so nice sides but will not respect or nurture or need her any less. he
knows how blind her love is, but he has never judged her. what he said
in that mandir is true: you are my world, di; for the rest of the world
i'm khadoos, but you mean everything to me.
to
connect back to anjali, i personally will need the creatives to lead
her back through the right gates and path. doesn't mean she has to
become all sweetness and light, but does need her to look at all she has
done and how she has viewed things and then come to a better place.
this character has many possibilities, but a quick fix won't work. her
smiling words at the wedding: these people's love is way above all that,
left me utterly cold. and i do have a problem with someone recovering
from a miscarriage quite so quickly and without a single trace of
sadness anywhere. there are many inconsistencies in the narrative,
especially about her shards of glass torn feet, the electric shock, her
reaction to garimaji, etc., i'm sure they can be resolved if the way
back to a more sympathetic anjali is wise.
the
rest of the episode didn't make much of a mark, so i won't go there.
just that, the writing for shyam and the direction/acting is feeling a
bit loud and filmi and not too clever. i understand the connection
between khushi and asr is being further established, a sort of equal
status being given to both the characters in terms of their strength,
purity, purpose, etc. sometimes i feel the handling is too obvious, but
that's ok, as long as i get a few minutes to get lost in, not
complaining at all.
only, please bring back mama ji or at least mention him once and someone give nk a big hug from another bua ji type. ready with my veil and huma hoon do.
......................
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