"reclaiming the sacred in our lives naturally brings us close once more to the well springs of poetry."~~~ robert bly ~~~
i
do not believe in rituals, but there was something sacred in those
moments up there. and their interludes were indeed poetry, saying like
great poems much more than what's apparent to the eye. you had to listen
with your heart.
not too many television shows bring this level
of communication. for this i really thank each and everyone involved
with this show. i've been thinking about 40, and there's a conch shell
blowing through it, and red rising, a man walks before all with a woman
in his arms, taking her responsibility, making her his own, being hers.
but neither he nor she really know it, perhaps that's the beauty of it
all.
"the secret and the sacred are sisters. when the secret is not respected, the sacred vanishes. consequently, reflection should not shine too severe or aggressive a light on the world of the soul."~~~ john o'donahue, anam cara: a book of celtic wisdom ~~~
i
have no idea what the soul really is or if it exists at all. but
something other than the material does indeed fill our universe. it was
in his eyes, his arm around her so gentle and caring, his hand reaching
out to support her head as he held the glass of water to her lips.
"khushi... khushi..." he called, a bit beside himself with worry. but
her last words to you had been harsh and full of accusations about the
kind of man you are. yet, you look at her with eyes that only worry and
care.
she
hadn't kept a fast willingly. but it was someone's will. he wasn't
meant to open her fast with the first drops of water, but looked like
something or someone had meant it to happen just that way. sindoor
smeared them both by a holy tree where wishes hang on ties full of
faith. by shiv parvati's temple, he completed the task entrusted to
husbands, and she drank the water before remembering to protest. 108
years had parvati waited for shiv to come to her, there was a sense of
their fulfillment in those seconds that he held the glass to her lips,
and she let the water flow into her.
when she had had her fill,
her focus restored, she was upset with him for ruining her fast. but i
wonder, khushi, would you have just taken a glass from a perfect
stranger then and drunk something without knowing what it was? or is it
that your senses beyond the counted five knew this was no stranger? knew
he was to be trusted? knew that water was to be given by him and none
else?
water. one of the four elements. and the elements play a
central role in iss pyaar ko. not by accident surely, the name of the
larger than life, riveting man around whom this story revolves, is
arnav, ocean. water in the end is perhaps the most assertive element of
all, dousing even fire. and since we are talking about shiv, can't help
but remember it was in his locks that he captured the waters of ganga
and then let her flow. of
water and its shore, happiness, a tale unfolds. and their ebb and flow
toward and away from each other is mesmerising as ever.
he comes to her, she rests against him, she resists, and turns away. again a spell. no, it isn't time. stay still, be with him.
instead
of thanking him for saving her, she of course berates him. since when
do lovers have to behave within the bounds of normalcy. so off she goes.
he is upset, "mujhe nahi pata tha ki tumhara... tum behosh ho rahi
thi," "i hadn't realised that you (were fasting, perhaps he meant to
say)... you were about to faint..." she stalks away, but in seconds
she's dizzy again.
he comes yet again to catch her. swiftly, forgetting
his anger, her unreasonable words... everything but...
they
have the right it seems to be mad at each other and save and be saved
by each other too. only one relationship i have encountered that's like
that in life. grimly, he tells her "pehle do kadam chalna sikho, phir
mooh kholna," first learn to walk a couple of steps, then open your
mouth. children shouldn't open their mouths. oh, he is angry. was there a
little reference to her yelling at him the other day?
this
time, no letting her go. he holds on. she's shocked, then her eyes
change, they wonder, they wander. her hand clings to his jacket, his
hand firm on her shoulder. the spinning has stopped yet they stand. and
time pauses to take in the scene. he's looking at her, angry, but rapt.
her hand was on his heart. what did it hear?
"i have always been fascinated by the ocean, to dip a limb beneath its surface and know that i'm touching eternity, that it goes on forever until it begins here again."
~~~ lauren destefano, wither ~~~
tears
well up in her eyes. why? where do they come from? from a place of
sadness? or of feelings that confuse her, that just ask to flow out and
feel the sunlight, the air around? to breathe, to grow?
she steps away, and it's ebb again.
but
the mind keeps flowing toward each other. the eyes won't rest till they
see what they desire. heads turn, gazes shift, a current of awareness
keeps khushi and asr firmly tied to each other, on a day that is all
about making and keeping ties.
beautiful direction and emotion play. and completing the episode many nuances of story.
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"anjali ji, aap ki thaal... shayad galati se khushi ke paas aa gayi thi."
anjali ji, your platter... perhaps by mistake it khushi picked it up.
something
of anjali's is with khushi by mistake. payal returns it to anjali,
perhaps an indication that she will play a major role in
rectifying khushi's galati.
"maaf kijiye, anjali ji, par pata nahin kaise yeh aapki amanat hamare paas aa gayi."
forgive me, anjali ji, don't know how, but what belongs to you was left with us.
pata
nahin kaise... don't know how. this is so true of shyam's involvement
with khushi. she didn't know the man found her attractive, she didn't
know he was married, didn't know he was married to anjali. but khushi
will keep anjali's "amanat" safely, as she says later, make sure it is
returned to anjali. poignant, and truly sad for both the girls, this
ungodly switch. if only it were just about a thaal.
"kabhi kabhi bado ki baat bhi maan leni chahiye."
sometimes, you should listen to what the elders say.
finally,
akash opens his mouth. his dream girl, his dupattewali stands there,
his di has conspired to keep her back for the diya lighting, and now
when it looks like there's a possibility of the sisters staying back
here for the puja and there's much yes... no... around it, the boy can't
hold back anymore. he says what he has to. ooops, did his only mother
hear his words?
"aur humka blouj ke pay-ttern bhi bahuthe achha laga... ekdam aircondisioned... jharokedar."
"and i like the blouse pattern a lot tooo... absolutely airconditioned... with windows."
how
to leave without paying tribute to and giving respect to one of the
best "dialogue givers" in the show. lavanya didn't know what she got, a
compliment or a censure. but mami seems quite determined to keep la
happy, after all she might solve the problem of arnav bitwa's
inconvenient bachelorhood. and since both are so good at giving "pets
names," maybe another hot jodi is about to come together today in this
very temple.
"aap janti hain na aapse kitna pyaar karte hain."
"you
know how much i love you, don't you?" my first big peeve since show
started. why this tacky "disguise" of shyam's voice? surely, with the
hints dropped piling higher than khushi's mountain of jalebis, we all
kinda knew who the guy was. poor anjali, waits there with full faith. so
terribly dependent on this man, who perhaps by marrying her gave her a
sense of herself. born with a disability, she was fragile enough, then
had come the shattered incident at sheesh mahal. and though we see
the visible signs of that tragedy in asr, the seemingly happy anjali
remains fractured and fragile inside, her husband her crutch. i see
chhotey and yeh as her two mainstays. if either is taken out or messed
with, anjali will feel the impact.
sfx: breeze swirls and rises, then envelops all...
did
you hear the breeze over those first moments of episode as he stops her
fall, pulls her close, lifts her in his arms and gazes at her? how
full of thought, emotion, music. calling out to the ocean, tying water
to the heavens above, heart beat to heart beat. some of the best dialogues
in it, just listen.
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those teej episodes
episode rambles
fanfiction
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photobucket played a nasty trick. blocked all our images a few days back. said, it wouldn't release them till we paid hefty subscription fees. this was a free photo sharing site. i had to come and edit new pictures and share from imgur instead, on many of my posts here. still working on it. while watching again, i realised how compelling these two actors are. you can't stop wanting to cap a moment or turn it into an edit capturing just that feeling in it. ended up making more and more edits. i loved this one which i'd made a while back.
