"meri zindagi ka sabse important hissa hamesha aap thi aur rahogi!" you were the most important part of my life and will remain so.
story
is clearly not on track... and hasn't been for a while. in the middle
of that, episode opens with asr saying he married khushi only for his
sister's sake. okay, to some extent this is true... but then he
underscores, he didn't love khushi at that time... really? well maybe he
hadn't found a name for that faraq feeling of his yet, his heartbeat
going haywire, his need to run to her wherever she is, even if it means
he'd have to beat nk to carry, of all things, a shadi ka joda. a tycoon
who runs his own empire suddenly ready to be courier, waiter,
handkerchief giver, anything. but okay this was not love, or he had not
figured out yet it was that...
"yeh toh shadi ke baad jo usse pyaar honey laga.."
it was only after marriage that i began to fall in love with her...
but
then he reassures his sister it's only after he got married that he
fell in love with khushi... she became that saansey ruk jaaygi girl di
spoke of.
this is when i am bursting blood vessels. so what was
that "khushi" moment way back, when his dhadkane raced and he looked at
his own reflection and connected why his heart beat so... and for whom.
beautiful
acting by barun sobti and flaky childish, reassure me i am at the
centre of your world expressions from daljeet. yeah, maybe it was the
need of the moment to say something to make di feel better, stronger...
she is his world as he says... and she is. but why this weird bare faced
lying by a man who doesn't lie.
if there's one person willing to look at the truth for what it is, it is this man... so why this ridiculous writing.
there
was a troubled look on asr's face when his now happy and mollified
sister hugged him. i wondered why, is it because he knows he didn't
exactly speak the truth... but no, lying is so not asr. it was perhaps
asr wondering why the writer was doing this to him.
"jo bhi hua usski jo bhi wajah ho, aap naahin hain khushi bitiya..."
whatever happened and whatever be the reason for that, it wasn't you, khushi...
in
the meantime khushi sits under a fairly self created burden of guilt
and talks to possibly the only character who stayed intact... nani ji. i
enjoyed nani's simple statement about it being absolutely natural for a
husband and wife to spend time together, nothing wrong in it. so the
only person, other than asr, who is not raising eyebrows at the romantic
tryst planned by a besotted husband, is his smart sharp grandmother.
bravo.
our
television could do with a few more normal, cool headed, wise grandmas
and mas in law like this. can't ever say enough about how much i enjoyed
jayshree t's portrayal of devyani raizada. especially since i always
knew her to be the not quite helen cabaret dancer. even with wig, make
up and serial wardrobe sarees, she was outstanding... beautiful play of
emotions on her face, her body language.
a pickle jar is in
frame, hinting at something no doubt, but even
without it, one gets the sense of something getting salted and sunned...
getting ready to be spiced and left to come to a delicious delicate
flavour. yes, despite all the perplexing writing, these are the episodes
of the pati... who wants to be just that. these are about that besotted
lover who once ripped a dori then forced her to tie it in the way he
wanted and is now unable to live without that tie... all he wants is for
her to accept him, make him hers.
he may say to his sister many
things, but the truth is in his heart, his eyes, his tone of voice, his
channe buying while jogging, his gentle hand sliding over hers, his
"main bhi tumhare saath chal raha hoon..." i am also coming with you on
hearing she is going to her aunt's, his following her around with his
eyes, his trying to desperately understand her silence and her
melancholy air.
she'd been fighting with him earlier... and he
had done all he could to get her to relent. he'd even played asr like
tricks and games and roared in anger.
but this sad khushi worries
him, he has to get to the bottom of it... he teases, he plays, he asks,
he is heck so gentle you want to melt and stay that way... and yet no
gooeyness, all asr is he still. tender yet tycoonish. he must get his
wife to be in his life, be part of him, the part without which he can't
live...
and she is so confused, in such a mess... all her
decisions are a bit unsound... i guess when you love so much and are
torn about things, it is hard to take decisions that make sense... she
is all lover, all wife... she wants him so, yet in her own specifically
khushi way she has come to the conclusion that she must leave him,
because even though nani ji said di always wanted her to be in chhotey's
life... "sach?" she had asked... is it true? something in her knows
this might have been true once but now it's perhaps no longer the case.
khushi
has seen the way anjali looks at her... she knows her arnav ji can't be
happy if di isn't... but she still doesn't really know, nor understand
and feel that arnav ji can't live if she is not with him... she knows
it, he has told her as much, but she doesn't feel it it yet... not
entirely internalised.
i loved the fact that khushi was human.
she was not "achhi ladki," she was not miss know all, she was a human
being at this moment caught in the crazy topsy turvy of life.
these
episodes up to 310 are all about love to me... not in its first raw
attraction state, we have seen that... nor in its time of pain and
extreme suffering which too we've been through, nor of the glorious
larger than life return and claim of love on the human being... this is
love where you become a part of me and i a part of you and no one needs
to be told who is the most important in whose life.
extraordinarily
fine acting i felt i saw during this period from both barun and sanaya.
they felt the feelings of a man and a woman, all of them... there was a
beautiful yearning, a tension palpable all around. tacky sets, no suv,
story now here now there... but direction, acting and catching of
emotions by everyone, even writers... wondrous.
this is why, ipk
became classic for me despite obvious glitches and mayhem tracks. the
understanding of love was flawless, har baar. felt like a real
relationship... and there was a contemporary vigour, a will to live
aspect to this love. khushi and asr became love somewhere along the
way... pagal and laad governor pyaar.
how goofy and lovely was
that scene straight after his talk with di. man lies in bed looking at
wife. di sab samajhti hai. di understands everything, only men will
believe such a thing, especially the straight forward sort, who don't
really want to get into the complications of feelings unlike most women.
and while he does need both the women he loves to feel happy, but a
funny tenderness toward this girl sleeping next to him.
"khushi, ab dheere dheere sab theek ho jaayga..."
khushi, now gradually everything will work out.
"ab tumhe mujhe apna pati manna hi padega..."
now you'll have to accept me as your husband... alas he has no idea she has already decised on acourse of action.
"waise jab tum soti ho, tumse baat karan kitna aasaan hp jaata hai..."
when
you sleep, gets real easy to talk to you. i wonder is it only because
she doesn't answer back or because he can show all his heart and exactly
how terribly totally smitten he is. putty in her hands the stubborn
raizada.
he watches wife, pushes back her hair... a thing between
them that says hamesha... he slips his hand over hers, that too is
becoming a forever thing between them.
later, after her puzzling
behaviour with the channa, post her initial delight, he goes to leave
her at buaji's. how concerned a man, why is his woman behaving so
mysteriously? and his woman, tearful and sad and yet determined to leave
the man who is part of her, without whom she can't live too.
"khushi, tum theek toh ho?"
khushi, you're okay aren't you?
"kuchh aur baat hai kya?"
is something else the matter?
tum raaste mein bhi chup chap baithi thi.. what's the matter with you?
you were sitting quiet on the way here...
she didn't even sing her fiendish song... he wonders, he wants to know. she is inconsolable, he can't let her be, "khushi, kya hua tumhe..." what's happened to you?
the sweetest inquisition on earth.
"khushi, tum..." he calls out... but she just says,
"chalte hain", i'm off then, in a hollow voice... she is leaving him...
yet
when she reaches the top of the verandah steps, where once he had told
her she means nothing to him, a rich guy wasn't clutching a payal and
collapsing for her, where she had sat broken and wept... she halts
there. tense. still.
as she hears him drive away, she can't stay as resolved as she wants to be, she turns... her broken heart welling over.
beauty.
even
amid a collapsing story line, the story of love remained true and tight
and full of light and insight. the very nature of this feeling was felt
and explored with a deft, intelligent touch... the spices were fresh,
the aromas heady, the sunning at the right temperature...
i
happened to watch 303 and 304 together last night. i found myself not
wasting too much time on the silliness of the story and my eyes ears
heart seeking out the lovers and watching minutely, not being able to
stop at 303, needing to see the next... and the moment he said "haq hai
tumhara... mujh pe," i knew i had to express this somehow.
the vm was done in that one sentence i think.
oh
the yearning of arnav singh raizada. it comes with heavy doses of his
intelligence, humour, hotness, always tycoonness... has any man looked
better distracted and bothered...
and has any girl looked nuttier prettier more irresistible in a chutney pink tent with gota and pompom.
be my biwi, said he. never, sighed she.
no copyright infringement is intended. this is a fan appreciation video
and there's no commercial transaction involved. thanks to all at ipkknd, mohit chauhan for singing yeh dooriyan so beautifully, and the original owners of the material.
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