Tuesday, 27 September 2016

episode 289 trial by liar



"chase after the truth like all hell and you'll free yourself, even though you never touch its coat tails."
~~~ clarence darrow ~~~



"... ooka kidnap hui gawa..."

with this dramatic declaration by mami ji started the episode that would go into the revelation of kidnap and in fact, intent to murder, before the raizada family.

i watched the episode quite fascinated i have to say. i knew what had bothered me by the end of the three episode sequence where asr never spoke. but on the first day, the structure seemed interesting.

looking at the placing of people in the frame... the movements of various persons or their staying in fixed positions, the parallel with chess has come up again and again.

i don't much understand the game, though i have played it a couple of times. but the sense of game... a game where moves will matter like hell, and the board can turn swiftly and disconcertingly did come through.

what it all most reminded me of was the hindi movie court room drama, if i may guffaw and add, wigs and blind lady justice included. only that the lady was more blind than just and all too human in the end. 

khushi and shyam were like the two lawyers holding their brief, she the prosecutor, he the defence guy. they were fighting their own case. anjali was the one they both homed in on to convince of the details of the case. in a way, she was the judge.

the others were the spectators and jury both, and though we don't have the jury system in our courts... there was that element here. their opinion counted.

two witnesses really...

the first was the prosecution witness who turned... my sweet manorama. at last i understood why they made khushi come up with the goofy plan of asking shyam to divorce anjali. mami, already feeling distanced and shut out, would see this game through her binoculars, somehow through those she never sees the truth, does she. and she will stop trusting khsuhi entirely.

the second was the witness named after the ultimate game player... nand kishore, nk... in his clean guileless "sakha" form. he will remain true.

and there was asr, a bit away from it all, even maybe a bit above. the silent one who watched the proceedings, who perhaps doesn't want to be perceived as taking sides, knowing the two most important people in his life are involved and this denouement could be catastrophic for both or one of them.

what intrigued me about how it was all told:

the girl who had convinced the skeptic that the issue is not about rational truth or falsehood, it's a matter of vishwas or faith... life brought her to a point where she she had to grapple with truth... sach. she had to prove it. everything in fact depended on it. 

 
perhaps khushi has come to the end of her tether. i think everything went haywire in her when she realised the plan was to kill asr. kidnap she could maybe still deal with, but the death of arnav ji? if i see it from that angle, i can understand her needing to bring all of it out finally. and sanaya looked tired, almost hysterical, hellbent on getting the culprit exposed. something natural in that.

she confirmed it was a kidnap, she said it wasn't for ransom, she revealed the terrible plan... they meant to kill arnav ji. during the course of the episode she also explained, the whole thing was about property.

suddenly, khushi who had kept so many things hidden, seemed absolutely desperate to have everything out in the open. can't blame her. two crazy weeks and actually watching someone contemplate burning your husband down can take anyone to the edge where you break free of social norms and checks and say, enough!

as many questions flew around and asr realised his sister needed to be calmed down, the basic design of the "trial" got going. khushi spoke... mami created little hurdles while shyam played the slimy lawyer to the hilt, rendering all evidence inadmissible on some pretext or the other.

today, asr might have let things be, but not khushi...

 
"haan, di, yeh sach hai," yes, di, this is true, with that khushi brought up sach/truth for the first time that day.

shyam was the one to say jhoot/lie and saboot/proof first.she knew whom the truth would effect the most, so on halting yet determined steps she moved straight to anjali and held her hand, and she said,
di, hum jaantey hain ki hamrai sach kahne se aapko bahut dukh hoga
bahut taqleef bhi hogi
lekin ab humse aur bardasht nahin hota
humey aapko sach batana hi hoga
aur...
aur ss...ssach yeh hai ke...


her tongue trembled on the sach... it was so difficult to actually reveal the  truth.

mami butted in. don't start another ramayan, phatti saree. ramayan, hmmm... i had to think, so the silent one is playing a ram perhpas? holding aloof and letting sita go through her agni pariksha alone? not good. not asr.

khushi still refused to let go. today her eye is trained on the target with that singular focus of arjuna. now that i think... in the last two episodes, again and again she has collapsed and said she can't do this thing any more, ghin ati hai... and nk has counselled her... told her she is doing it all for her husband. this is her duty. reminds one of the first chapters of gita... krishna telling the bereft arjuna, lift your gandiva. do your duty. no matter how hard and harsh it may seem.

there are actually parts of gita i find hard to digest, and then there are these absolutely beautiful and stunning things.

among my favourites of course, yada yada hi dhramasya... whenever evil comes and tries to overrun the world, i will come myself to vanquish wrong... sambhavami yuge yuge. nah, it is not by chance that nk is called that, nor that he is chosen as khushi's counsel. and the way he appears suddenly out of the blue, just as the evil strikes at the righteous with one more slaying of her evidence... nice.

"woh insaan yahin hai," that person is here, khushi avered.

"iss kamre mein..." in this room.

"sabke saamne..." in front of everyone.

all along shyam had tried in very slimy lawyer vein to stay out of the way of any litigation. he just watched to see which way it all went. he looked shocked when mami said she knew. i wondered why... mami and khushi had gone to rocky's place together and later to the godown. anyway, khushi was relentless and in a rather hindi movieishly written way, she finally turned and faced him and said...

"hai na, shyam ji?"

isn't that so, shyam ji?

of course, shyam realised there was no escape now, he had to defend himself and so rushed over to his raanisahiba.

"aaj sabke saamne hum aapka parda phash karenge," today in front of everyone i'll expose you said khushi, assertive and determined. arjuna, who has gotten up and is now ready for battle.

while shyam, the duryodhan of this story, laid his chakravyuh by sowing doubt, ridiculing, challenging every word and asking for material evidence, then throwing that away as invalid. he even alleged the warrior had transgressed her limits by entering his and his raanisahiba's private chambers. all along he clung to his wife and tried to gauge the mood, swing it in his favour. the jury was so important here.

or so ha ha he thought.

di freaked. asr watched. shyam took advantage of anything he could.

anjali said to khushi what she had said to mami, "aapko koi bhram hua hoga..." you are imagining things. her illusion would not be shattered.

and the baat sach ya jhoot girl became desperate to prove sach...

"jhoot hai yeh, bakwas hai bilkul..." countered shyam, and asked for proof.

i am glad in all this, khushi said plainly, she had made asr sign the papers.

of course, her phone was gone with all the pictures of the will and the voice recording; and the blood on shyam's shoes could have belonged to anyone.

in the middle of all this came nk. and after a mysterious serial type pause, he readily said, khushi was speaking the truth.

his spontaneous hug to nannav and the you did it! to khushi were sweet and infectious. something pristine about this character. hard to imagine he belongs to a serial. though they did make him pause and say nothing for no reason today.

the courtroom drama would have been interesting if they had found a way to let asr beat shyam to a pulp the moment he started saying filthy things about khushi. but i think again and again, the creatives fell in love with form over content. and what seemed very clever started becoming rather empty and lost connection with the viewer.

and...

~ would have been nice if someone offered the man who came home after g knows how long, in a vest with cuts, bruises and filth all over, a glass of water, the use of the loo, a little rest and food, before starting off the commotion.

~ shyam had a cut on the cheek just like asr? whom should i get assassinated for this, c'mons tells me.

~  just about where they stand now and have this trial, and khushi's character is challenged, in episode 67 khushi had had a loopy dream/nightmare about her chief culprit asr. she was the judge. it was a lovely light piece. but there too the defendant had been aggressive and threatened her... she had quaked but held on. we are going to see another rendition of that here. only now it's a real life nightmare. 





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Sunday, 18 September 2016

episode 122 the khanak of you



part one


 for the first time perhaps, ever since that night at sheeshmahal, he made eye contact with someone and allowed them into his world of maa.

he could never tell anyone what it did to him. he possibly never told himself too much about it. just a searing unscalable pain in his heart, his head, his being, trapped in a nightmare, unuttered in a scream. there it stayed. him its prisoner, in solitary confinement.


even with di, he remained closed about this. classic body language as di spoke of their mother, and his eyes fixed a bit away from all, struggling with agony. he had never thought her kangan, gold bangles she wore all the time, would become a part of the conversation around lavanya and engagement. and now, suddenly, on the back of a simple request by di to check for something in the locker, they were right here, before his eyes. di could talk about it, reminisce, cry at least. all he could do was remember what these meant to him. 

sukoon.

peace.

the sound of kangan that felt like lullaby. now lost forever.

"unki khanak mein itna sukoon tha, lagta tha jaise saare din ki thakawat utar gayi ho..." in their clinking there was so much peace (sukoon suggests a sense of the sweetest peace in the heart to me), you felt the day's tiredness melt away. the words came out of his mouth as memory swamped him. and then their attendant hurt pain madness. he was not ready to go into it before anyone.



"agar maa tumhe aaj dekhti toh..." if maa saw you today, di starts to say as she finishes reading the letter written in fun but with astute advice by a mother to her son's future wife, he doesn't let her finish her sentence. "pehchaan bhi nahin paati mujhe..." she wouldn't even recognise me, he completes her sentence. cool, dead voice, a giving up and ending in it. nothing functions within, his life detaches, his pulse goes down, this is a territory he doesn't want to enter. maa.

he leaves the room.



she saw him as he strode out. red rimmed, tear filled eyes. the boy who was banging the pillar near her head just minutes ago, snarling because he couldn't shout at her. not talking to each other, part of their current deal proposed by him. and she'd been banging the mortar and pestle as hard as possible to disturb him while he spoke on the phone to take revenge for his meanness. in an instant everything changed. a man in pain, and a girl shocked to see him thus. 

mirchi and its heat entered the scene again as in previous episodes, there were chillies drying outside that needed to be collected, and no, khushi would not take those kangans of maa meant for her daughter in law from anjali, she'd rather get the chillies in. chillies had taken them to the poolside before. he'd insisted on not listening to her and wolfed down fiery hot daal. and she'd come with something to soothe his burning mouth: cold, calming milk.


but this time chillies would take us to a soothing of the heart. to a reaching out for sukoon. the one he lost. the one he sometimes feels around him. and yet he doesn't know how to stretch out for it. tonight someone seemed to show him the way.

"toh kya woh sach mein taare ban jaate hain..." so do they really become stars. on an evening when he'd gone seeking forgiveness for hurting someone terribly and been tongue tied, not knowing how to say the word, he'd felt the touch of a heart that felt like his. an empathy. no one understands how it feels to cremate both parents and come home, no one understands the nature, the blow of this passing. but she did. for she had been there. and she believed her parents were always there, in those faraway sparkling stars. in another dimension, but always there.


that evening, he had finally found the word he'd looked for desperately. sorry, he'd said. and with that perhaps a door had opened, a letting in of someone into a space kept tightly shut for so long.

tonight, the door seemed to open a bit more.


no rancour... no challenge... no arrogance... no deal... just a simple question to the one who his heart says might have the answer. he seemed to hear his heart after a long time, and listened to it.

curiously, no sexual tension, just a need, a reaching out for assurance. a trust in him, almost childlike... as though certain her answer can make make the difference.

maa ke kangan had its khanak, perhaps khushi's presence, her clear eyed beliefs, her cleanness unmarked by anything worldly, her unsophisticated but pristine sincere words has that sukoon in it.

"baat sach ya jhoot ki nahin hai... baat yakin ki hai." she sensed his need instantly, she felt for him, two people connected by traumatic loss, by tragedy. she had found a way and it was built on faith. we split our world into true and false, black and white, good and bad, but can we ever know the whole truth or the whole false for that matter? how far does sensory perception and validation of "fact" based on the gathering of physical evidence really take us? is that all there is to life? how do you prove stars are not the twinkle of parents looking back at you? how do you prove love?


she tells him the heart of her knowledge... it's not about whether it's true or false, it's about belief, about yakin. later she will say the next word in that family... vishwaas... faith.

"humara dil humse kahta hai ki woh tara humari ma hain, aur uske saath wala, humare babuji... hamesha hume dekhte rahte hain..." my heart tells me that that star is my mother, and the one next to it is my father... they look at me always... hamesha.

another secret of life she gives back to him, one his sister has mentioned before but he wasn't paying heed.



listen to the heart.

this time he doesn't laugh it off or deride the sentiment.

he has a question. he wants so much to believe, and almost like one looking to be led, he looks at her who shows him the path back to life and living. 

"kya woh humey dekhkar khush hain... kya meri maa mujhe dekhkar khush hai?" are they happy to see us? then his real question... is my mother... the slightest hesitation on maa, as though unable to say, unable to share, and then it comes out... is my mother happy to see me?

the only woman he ever felt so loved by, the only one he so loved, can she see him, is she proud of him, is he doing right? he isn't lost, is he? she will recognise him, won't she? he hasn't changed that much, has he?


how many questions did his heart ask? why did i feel his fear? why did i feel his hope. was that just an actor? or was he the voice of all of us who had lost and were looking for our stars? 
and then he turned and looked at her. letting her right in. no one till now had been allowed this access. 



it felt like shubhadrishti, a quaint custom in the bengali wedding, when under a canopy, usually made of a linen towel (quaintness extreme aha) beneath the sky and the stars, the bride and the bridegroom look at each other for the very first time. a custom from the days when you never met the one you'd marry before that moment, and if you were a girl you were so young, you had to be carried on a "piri," a little flat wooden stool.

he looked at her. all his pain visible, guard completely down. she stared back, receiving his feelings, wanting to calm and soothe them and return them all healed and smiling... back to him.

on the quiet, a feeling of mother poured in. of that spread of calm she is, of home, of being whole. sometimes you are just moved that's all.

a tender, music, the sound of twinkling and stars played. in them there seemed to be the khanak of maa's bangles, her kangan so lovingly held in a box sacred with memories.

perhaps khushi couldn't trust herself to linger there anymore, perhaps her heart was telling her to show him things she was too shy to show, she sounded a bit awkward, unsure as she mumbled something, then went back to the chillies... but before she left, she did look back and asked him what usually he asked her... aap theek toh hai na. you're okay, aren't you.


somewhere along the way, without much ado, he had become her concern... always.

perhaps khushi didn't need to read that letter from maa. she already knew what was in it.




"dhyaan rakhiyega aur savdhaan rahiyega... humare chhotey ke naak pe bahut saara gussa rahata hai aur dil me bahut saara pyaar.gussa bardash karna ... aur pyaar, pyaar sood samet lautana."

pay attention and be careful... our chhotey has tonnes of anger on his nose and a tonnes of love in his heart. tolerate the anger... and the love, return that love with interest

i watched barun's reactions as the letter was read and somehow i could almost see his mother there in his delineation through turned away face, still body,  glazing eyes, ever so slightly trembling lips and an endlessness in his gaze.

 





episode 122 design notes / part 2
on looking at 122 again

 




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