Sunday, 4 June 2017

nishana ipk


in lucknow you'll find some lucknowi ways, girls in wedding finery with sneakers on their feet, men in aviators a complete visual treat, and if you think a haveli is sorely required, look there just beyond that, is that what you desired? and should you ever enter a bhoolbhulaiya only to lose your way, 
fear not, the man with a rose is waiting to have his say. from that very first hour he knew what we would know some day soon, a rose is about to find her thorn, on this wonderful evening of sixth june.


iss pyaar ko kya naam doon? is a hindi serial telecast by star plus from 6 june 2011 to 30 november 2012. the show ended amid a fair bit of controversy and heartache. three years on, it still touches, still thrills, still takes one far far away. (i wrote this in 2015, for a "third anniversary" celebration on india-forums>)





was there ever a time without jalebi, without scattering 

pearls, without suv, payal, mannat ki chabi, without a girl with a crooked


plait and a straight to the heart, funny, snazzy, sanka and a man with the


most exotic eyes and dammit, and a catastrophe in his heart and mind that 

just wouldn't let him give a faraq for anything. did time really tick before


rabba vey? iss pyaar ko kya naam doon? was clearly no ordinary soap, 


though a full blooded, large, rambling, dhakdhak giving, colourful soap it


certainly was. if the landing in the helicopter and the take off on a scooter 


with "hey devi maiyya" sotto voce didn't tell you something out of the


ordinary was coming your way, then the goat certainly did. hai re nand


kissore, what's this about a goat now... well, she was the keeper and 


bestower of great wealth, lakshmi ji no less; and she could talk. perhaps


not as much as the girl who loved to hear a man yell "shaat up" but she


could carry on an avid conversation as hp will happily confirm. but before 


i digress, and in case you still haven't realised it, we are in a maze. naturally...


this is lucknow, you're in iss pyaar ko land with indi. and it should come as 


no surprise that we are now lost in the bhoolbhulaiya. ever since the beginning


some of us have been lurking here looking for the way out, but not till we


have found the way to hamesha. the more we lose our way, 

 
 the closer we seem to get. she came out of nowhere
 

and fell right into his arms, he reached out and caught her and his eyes


settled on her lips... something happened. he kept her in captivity, she


pleaded to be set free, when she said what he couldn't bear to hear, he


snapped her dori... the pearls scattered, she looked back shocked, he glared


at her in raging fury. and strangely enough a string was tied forever...


on it was threaded hamesha.


khushi kumari gupta and arnav singh raizada met, fought, raved, ranted,


hated, faraq nahin padta they averred, they played, hugged, kissed, loved, 


loved so much that your saansey ceased, your dhadkan wanted to be one 


with someone's, nafrat couldn't take it and turned into mohabbat, and in


the meantime, there was catching and falling, gusts of wind with esoteric

knowledge, rabba vey which somehow never missed a cue, there was of


course villainy and hairan pareshaan, the labyrinth kept growing and


inviting us in... we never thought we should leave, nor did we leave a trail


of bread crumbs to show the light when we wanted to go back out... no, none of that... this was no fairy tale, this was the real sapnon ki duniya, our skd where we shivered and swooned to teri meri prem kahani and sighed at a kiss or almost kiss... we believed, yes we had vishwas the stars would show the way when we wanted to leave... that second last one from the left which shines the brightest maybe? but we are in no rush. 


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hi, thanks for visiting. iss pyaar ko kya naam doon? has 398 episodes and many many untold stories of khushi kumari gupta and asr. i write episode takes and fanfiction among other things. there are vms here as well. you'll find all the episode takes under "episode rambles", under "iss pyaar ko chapters" in the sidebar, you'll find the episodes divided into sections, making it easier to find what you're looking for. "seat belt!" has all sorts of pondering and mutterings and edits and vms. do look around and i hope you have a splendid time roaming about among all the crazy mad pyaar and nafrat.


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mohabbat door jaane na de

 

nafrat paas aane na de


iss pyaar ko kya naam doon?





Sunday, 1 January 2017

the need for chaos


asr had no idea how much she mattered to him. he was not the sort of man who had told himself tales of meeting a girl and falling in love with her for all eternity, all his life. just the opposite, in fact... and so when it happened, he couldn't even begin to fathom what was really happening. by the time he did, and was ready to tell her, everything exploded. he'd not even begun to feel the depth of his emotions, just touched them, gotten introduced.

perhaps watching her suffer, be unfairly treated, in tears, all of it had its place in this love story... they took him to the real depth and colossal nature of his emotions. they led to the battle unto death between his dil and dimaag, his heart and mind. they made the man of dimaag accept the triumph of his dil... the truth of pyaar sabse bada hota hai.

he thought he felt nothing but nafrat, yet his dil completely opposed his posturing, and he said as much later: his heart refused to listen to him. perhaps these are the times in which he will know exactly how indestructible, essential, and undeniable his feelings for her are. how he really can't live without her... and then finally let go of all doubt, anger, chhap gaya hai dimaag mein mit nahin sakta without needing or asking for any proof. 

this wild situation, bizarre and chaotic, utterly unfair to the one most loved, maybe it actually made the story of love truly powerful.

maybe it had to happen, there had to be some terrible situation for him to realise. and her too... to accept, no matter what, no matter how much he hurt her, how much the nafrat grew, something in it wanted to live, had to live... she loved him, she felt his pain, even if he had done all that he had, and yes, he had been brutal... she still loved him. 

sensitive writing and tremendous understanding of moment and meaning by barun and sanaya, direction looking at an emotion with a steady unflinching gaze, rarely found anywhere, certainly not in a tv serial, and always that element of sound, an editor most keen, adding dimension, not just slapping on background score or effects routinely.

just look at him, terribly perturbed and hurt on her behalf. but he hates her, right? beautiful.

 



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Friday, 9 December 2016

heer oh




actors create another universe for us... take us to places everyday life sometimes has no access to. you, sanaya, took me to such a far away place in me, where there was so much fun and madness and beauty, and yes, sublime, intoxicating romance. three years are almost over since you got me there, and no, i still haven't returned to planet earth, to the mundane, the ordinary. no back to normal, no sign of it. thank you for that "kahin aur ek jagah".







how sensuous was this, how lovely.







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Wednesday, 7 December 2016

whispers from an episode

 
kyon? 

tumhe kya faraq padta hai? 

faraq padta hai! kitne pareshan the hum!! 

mere liye? 

oh really?

haan wo nahin...

toh tumhe faraq nahin padta.

tumne apne mehendi mein "a" likhwaya.

nahijn.. matlab haaaan... hamare naam mein bhi "a" hai.
 

tumhare naam mein... really?

ji... khushi kumari guptaa... aa... suna aapne!

haan...


kuchh bhi kar sakti ho? chhura lo apna dupatta.


snatches of conversation, voices, a lift of an eyebrow, a mouth open wide going aaa, a poolside, panic in a pair of eyes, chhura lo apna dupatta, lagi shart; 174 floating through my mind. it's only an episode, indi, don't get so carried away. what if i said, it's too late... what's done, as a wise man once wrote, cannot be undone.

  
why?


what difference does it make to you?



makes a difference! i was so worried!



for me



oh really?



yes... er, no...



so it makes no difference to you.



you had "a" written on your mehendi.



no... i mean, yeeeees... there's "a" in my name as well. 



in your name... really?



yes... khushi kumari gupta.... guptaa... aa... you heard!



yes...


you can do anything? free your dupatta then...