Saturday, 20 May 2017

to that aane doh... episode 323


aane doh.
come 


and see me 

adorn my lover 

with the rampant

beat in my heart

with the flagrant

gift of desire

with triumphant

exulting love

he had put a ring made of gauze on her finger long ago, and now a ring of gold he'd made her wear. surely, this needed to be sealed with a kiss. he took her to the poolside, that's the rasam, after all.



aane do.

no matter 
what comes

or goes

or passes by 
without even a look at us

i'll be yours

here in this moment still

and always forever

her lips said what if, but, someone may come. her eyes said, won't you... won't you please... kiss me. how could he say no





aane do.

let it come...

and come what may

i'll be there



he held her hand and dragged her to the poolside, and today it took them no time to reach the wall where, no need to fight the feelings, no need to draw away. she trembled, he fell in love all over again.









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Monday, 2 January 2017

su... su... suhag what?



"tum hamesha kahti ho na ki bado ki baat manni chahiye... suna nani kya kah rahi hain?"

you always say, don't you, one must listen to one's elders... heard what nani said?

this man is out to get her, isn't he... bad bad bad. poor khushi kumari gupta with her thoughts running amok. and so many thoughts that too, wonder if that's what she put in her painted decorated trunk... all those many unmentionable crazy making sigh thoughts. the suhag raat episode take.


 









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love beyond ritual... episode 348







suddenly in the middle of a lot of colour and custom and ritual, a beautiful thing happened. love spoke... once more. it said quietly to a girl torn between tradition and beliefs deep seated and an overwhelming love that so wanted to be expressed, that it was alright... it was okay. she could listen to her heart and go with what it said. the girl who never had a problem with hearing her heart's words grew immensely as she heard its deepest whispers, without fearing a thing. hum samajhte hain, she murmured, hume bharosa hai... aap pe... aapke pyaar par. with that she brought down the barrier she had felt she had to create one night. and so, on this night before she married arnav singh raizada with all the rituals and customs as she seemed to have wished for, before those pheres for which she completely, and i feel unjustly, rejected his love, his desire, his heart one evening, she allowed him to make love to her... and didn't hold back. she understood a relationship beyond its physical markings. i hope she understood, she had been married all along. the man who loved her would never denigrate her as a woman... if he had to, he had enough opportunities, not one was taken. ipk has given us many firsts, it has treated us with respect more often than not. i felt respected as a viewer when it took an adult view of sex and its place in the deepest relationship we enter, that between a man and a woman who love, ritual or no ritual. i am always amazed at the startling turns to honesty, great sense, absolute art and beauty ipk takes all the time. exhilarating. looking forward to episode 348. oh and that dance  and that chudail hunt, classic.

(wrote this on the main post of bftp thread #29.)


episode 350 a twist of love



this was bound to happen.

dadi had been brought in to set up a strange remarriage aimed at trp and to break it up using the whole woh aurat thing and have viewers in a mess.

somehow having viewers completely nerve wracked is seen as a clever means of keeping us pasted and glued to a show. and the more bizarre the ploy to wrack those nerves, the more the fiendish joy of channel at transfixing and bludgeoning viewers to submission.

it is always a terrifying sign when a character like dadi is devised to "fix" things.

it essentially depends on unfixing me, the one on the other side of the screen.

how did serial writing get to this dismal state? or maybe, when the new dynamics of cable came to india, along with it came this diabolic vision of augmenting viewership. which is of course all important to the framework of cable... you get advertisers based on the number of viewers you show, not on the quality of the programme. there is no pride in quality here, only numbers...

but even then.

i know, ekta k's balaji seemed to have set the trend of bizarre story telling... but when any medium starts out, there are all sorts of different routes to success (of the monetary kind) sought by players in it. how come the hindi soap on the most viewed channels never developed variety, diversity, genres? everything ultimately genuflects before a high pitched nonsensical idea, often referred to as "twist" or even "mahatwist" which leaves you shaken and your iq and eq ejected to outer space?

of course, this is accompanied with dizzying camera swings and twirl, sound echoes and blasts, and flat exaggerated acting at a level perhaps never seen anywhere.

the hindi masala film is much laughed at and its "formula" not exactly considered high art. the running around the tree thing is now internationally known (if i am to go by the prompt mention of that by people i meet who aren't indian the moment hindi films or bollywood is mentioned). yeah, the films were often corny... very silly. there were all sorts of defiance of science and reality there, but somehow they were never this egregious. when you left the hall, you usually felt happy... upbeat. even though you were junking the whole movie. and in that running around the tree some inner chord in us was touched i bet, otherwise why would it get such attention... trp :). plus along the way, some really great stories got told (far more progressive and interesting than the saas bahu serial), unbelievably good songs got written and composed, and yes, we saw wonderful acting. again and again.

so why this horrid lack of art in our soaps?

here i feel practically brutalised by the nonsense. as i watched the dadi "revealing" the "sach" about garima to asr, i wanted to scream: why why why are you doing this to a serial that escaped ordinariness so wondrously, despite being a regular commercial hindi  soap?

was it necessary for dadi to be written so terribly unintelligently? even the most paltry villains of the sixties and seventies got written better. asr's nani was such a delight, what happened when they thought up his dadi?



"bataiye arnav, kya yeh sach janne ke baad bhi..." she harangued, tell me, arnav, after knowing this truth will you be able to live with khushi.

he had told her i won't be able to live without you. so i guess this loop closer had to come... will you be able to live with her.

she went on and on and so did camera. finally when she said, "ab aapko kya karna hai yeh aapka faisla hai..." now you have to decide what you're going to do... he looked up.

the eyes had so much in them.

i had to make a cap.

and again i wondered why it was never realised that ipk had some of the best actors on television and they were capable of telling a great story.

anyway, asr faced a situation many may have experienced. the classic conflict between two loves. as his mind swirled with thoughts of sheesh mahal, of maa, of that night, the mention of the other woman... i wondered where it would go.



and here a lovely note of story. ultimately his thoughts took him to khushi... on another night in his life he'd never forget. if that night years ago was all about darkness, this night just gone by, was only light.


 

he finally left the room. of course, viewer to be left worried sick. but even the first time, i somehow couldn't see asr not turning up.

i was also reminded of the other time two loves came into conflict in his life. that time he chose to protect his sister. for he felt that was his duty. and he had no idea at a conscious level how vital khushi was to him. his very breath.

but now he knows. and i was sure, this complex man would not act like an idiot just so "mahatwist" could be created. ah so many stories on the forum. he won't come... he will leave and hide somewhere, punish himself, just like nani had told khushi once... she will be pregnant and they will meet years later...

i can almost see him scanning through possible scenarios and saying, "sab bakwas hai."

i have no idea what saved us from these situations. there was also the option of him having an accident and forgetting all. or him being thought dead and returning after years when khushi is married to nk and has  a five year old daughter, who is of course, asr's (mahamahatwist).

halfway through the episode we moved to the bride's home. and there, not damad ji but dadi arrived. intense melodrama ensued but of course.



"tumhe sach mein yeh galat faimi thi ki woh yahan mandap tak aayga, garima?" did you really have this misunderstanding that he would come to this wedding mandap, garima... asked the strident grandmother in unmodulated loud voice.

garima never was convinced, i liked the fact that she and asr, both were taken aback by dadi's magnanimous kangan giving to khushi. and garima was uncomfortable all the way through. i also liked the fact that the reason she couldn't tell everyone about her being "woh aurat." not some crazy story, a simple human one... she was scared, scared for her girls, scared because she is their mother. went with the character of garima we have seen all along.

the other thing that felt right was the fact that both daughters sprang to their mother's defence. she who had taken care of them and loved them as if she had given birth to them

nani ji had a heart breaking expression as she processed the information that dadi hollered and she felt the pain of loss again. i liked the fact that she tried to get a handle on the conflict within her... her love for her daughter and that for her grandson, also her love for khushi...
but other than things like this, there was such a complete lack of beauty in this night of galat faimi. our sweetest songs are often those that tell of saddest thoughts as shelley has told us long ago. so yes, if the idea was to show how a vengeful vindictive "galat" woman would devise a bride not married at her mandap for another bride not married at hers revenge, it might have been crafted with a lot of loveliness, even if of the heartbreaking kind.

look at how poignant and unforgettable the other night of galat faimi was. when he said shadi karni hogi.

i guess the creatives were letting go of their show gradually, as channel demanded trp; and ph bosses lost interest unable to handle this thing they had created.
the mahamahatwist was that a simple tv soap had become a classic, when all that everyone had sought was money. more scary than dr frankenstein's creature.

oh i feel for the poor channel and ph. teehee.






a little gana on the glorious thing called twist.
credit uploader/youtube 

Wednesday, 14 December 2016

love is not a four-letter word



348. got to be one of my favourite ipk episodes. first time i saw it, i remember leaping into a post with "she did it, oh yes she did it..."



i was proud of khushi... terribly. for scaling a barrier she had placed on herself in deep consultation with social norms... she had not yet made that essential connection between love making and love.. not realised, it's a little beyond sex and marriage.



sex is a physical act... marriage is a human made institution.



love and love making come from our hearts, our inner chords, what's in us, not what's told to us. or imposed upon us. when you make love, you unite with your lover, submit to a feeling, flow with it and say, i believe, i trust, i love. 

sounds bizarre maybe, but to me the act of sex when shared between true lovers has always felt like more than just a physical act. though yes, it's all of sex too... the fun, the play, the physical craving, the tension, the yearning, the physical joy, everything.



i felt she made that connection at last. on the night of janmashtami, looking at radha krishna, thinking of pheres not done, she had hurt the man who loved her beyond himself... it became a question of sex, when and what's right.



tonight she took it with just a little help from a devoted man, a very aroused devoted man, to what it really was... love making. 

desire at its most beautiful.



i totally fell for the beginning of the episode. that corny, sexy dance. youthful, vibrant, speaking of desire in its own way. nothing shy or timid or unadult about it. a woman was out to tell a man, he was hers... no fooling around with chudails.



otherwise, cat fight and murder was on the cards.



he loved that open wanton wanting of hers... strangely it seemed to soothe him, filled him with joy, made him want to share what he had wanted to all along with her... 

her stars.



and then one thing led to another... she couldn't stay away this time. not even when he was willing to let her go.



one night before that forced remarriage of theirs (yes, if any marriage was forced in ipk, it was this one), before the social go ahead to "it", she stroked his cheek with loving hands and said, i know, i understand, i trust.



khushi's submission to me has major subtext. in a scenario where sex is almost treated as a big bad thing and even married couples are shown to abstain for all sorts of cooked up crazy reasons.



but the thing is... neither is marriage all about sex, nor is sex only about marriage. 

that inner element of this act... its emotion, its purity, its essence... episode 348 brings to light that. and makes it a part of their entire love story, right from that moment they met... and felt.



with grace, beauty, and absolute headiness. had no marriage taken place the next day... had no marriage ever taken place... even then it would be love making and the two of them, lovers. true ones. real ones. the kind television usually has no idea about.



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 












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Wednesday, 7 December 2016

echoes from a love story 3




main wait karunga!
"i'll wait..."

kisska? humari dhadkan ka?
"for whom? my heartbeat?"

echoes from a love story.

 

a woman and a man and the moon and those stars



if he could he'd give me the moon and the stars, she had told her mother once. he decided she deserved to get some planets as well and of course the entire milky way.

he lay her by his side and told the stars to come and present themselves... there's my mother, he said, pointing with absolute certainly at a bright star, his finger moved till he found the one he looked for... and that is your mother.

she didn't ask him how he could be sure, nor did she say, but this is a mere illusion... instead she believed and wondered what their mothers must be talking about.

talk went to true love... but how could one be sure this indeed was true love?

every tear of hers, she softly said, she knows wounds his heart a thousand times.

he looked at her, a breath caught in his throat, his eyes telling her she has no idea how much, and in the simplest whisper he agreed, "har baar!"

yes, every time.

once, when he was far away, she thought he had called her... "ekbaar humey aise laga tha jaise aapne hume aawaz deethi..."

"deethi."


he had called.

one word, that was all. felt like he committed himself to something. to her. 

they had spoken to each across distance, they were indeed ajeeb.

but what happened next was not strange. it was beautiful... and every time i see the shot, my heart clutches tight then slowly releases. he switched off the star show by mistake. she reached across his chest to pick up the remote, and he held her hand, stopped it.

there was something in his eyes.

something he hadn't meant to ask.

yet, she understood.

in that long intimate moment, a marriage, a love, a maddeningly beautiful romance took a surging step forward.














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Sunday, 25 September 2016

episode 346 sangeet sangeet


tacky, corny, bad choreography, kitchy lyrics.

so why was i smiling my guts out?

why was i remembering an evening, a very late evening, almost 27 years ago?

the only thing i would change: khushi's earrings.
 


i absolutely agree about khushi's earrings as i watch the episode more than three years after writing this. this was written more than three years ago on crooner, straight after watching the sangeet of asr khushi episode the very first time. and what i felt then remains unchanged.. i was grinning last night too. so i'll just stick to the take... here goes.




actually, after the tension of the past few days, just the time for this goofy, loving break. one evening when we need not worry about what's to come. 

to tell the truth, as the episode started and khushi took off all ott and haw!, i was worried. not a great one for spoofs and parodies me. oh i usually laugh and chortle through them but curiously, along the way somewhere i disconnect completely. but yesterday, i have to say, i found myself still engaged and beaming away as the scene faded away on the last shot.

what a shot that was. he looks at her and smiles. amused, loving, completely in the moment; she smiles back, delighted and in love, still clapping with glee. they turn back toward the family on stage, their enjoyment of the "surprise" all over their faces, not a care in the world. freeze.

"You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long." 
~~~~ rabindranath tagore ~~~~

i hope: har pal yoohin khooshiya rahein... chehro pe bhi smiliya khilein.

unchoreographed choreography (honeypriya's description). that's what made it work, that and the obvious love and good wishes being showered by the family on two precious members who had gone through much. the homey, kitschy, cut out feel made it an offering from the heart. 

matters. 

otherwise i'd never have got past those horrendous colours and badly rhymed words.  i started to giggle as i remembered at my wedding, my dad's chachi's sister, perennially in "let me write a poem mode" at all marriages, leaping up with her really awful ditty on my husband and me and reading it out loud with extreme relish while my friends and cousins rofled, my aunts tried to keep a straight face, and i cringed wondering will the cooky hubs ever let me live this down. then there was my dad's second coz with her harmonium and her long song in nasal monotone. one in the morning, straight after the wedding, my bengali bashor ghor, kind of sangeet ambience but post nuptials, delaying the sr (same problem). there too was that undeniable element: love of family, no matter how extended and how many times removed. 

nk and his thing for older women, maybe time for a real "hatke" romance in ipk? absolutely loved him and utkarsha naik, they captured the essence, mami ji was quite a khushi ji, nk tried his best to emulate hotwa, well since he is my hotwa no. 2, i won't wrinkle my nose at the attempt. karan g is a trained dancer, but mami ji is not too bad either i was surprised to note. while the "poolside pe hua, almost first time kissiya," was funny, the two flowers thrust up front at the "right" moment, was my favourite. perfect spoof, felt like a shared joke between all of us, creatives, actors, viewers, everybody. part of our collective unconscious, the "two flowers" gambit to get a kiss past censors and sensibilities, before hindi films became "bollywood." must say, i kind of like it. ROFL and hasn't crooner been calling for a kiss even if it's the do phool type for a while, esp last week? 

the non sophisticated, almost rustic humour has a warmth of old, and weddings are just the place for it. as i watched khushi's entrance and exaggerated curiosity and demand to know what surprise had been planned, i was a bit irritated. then i recalled the state of the bride to be during the many days of wedding. it is tough, a hyper emotion starts to invade despite one's best efforts. some people get tearful, some cranky, khushi is over excited and "nyaka," super girly being the best translation i can do of that bengali word.

it struck me, there was something ineffably "natural" about all of them here, in this milieu. it was nice to see nani in form, but sorry no one can take off the shades like you know who LOL; bua ji, payal doing their best as ladkiwale; payal's saas for once forgiving and loving. is there any way our payal can be persuaded to stay on? even akash got into his character. 

"don't let a thief into your house three times. the first time was enough. the second time was a chance. the third time means you're stupid."
~~~ joy c joybell ~~~

and while surprisiya was promising happiness in the sitting room, saazish was planning destruction in the bedroom. khushi was right about that, asr was right to look grimly at her allegations of "saazish!" it is indeed underway. but will it succeed? 

a suspicion arousing snapshot lies on a table. will it do its job or disappear into the black hole like the soap with the key imprint? dadi sits gloating with maliciousness guarding her prey. shyam's dialogue writers and his acting both slip. actually, once he has no connection to the past, how to resurrect his present. but today i am not going to worry about all that.


he's in black (or was it dark brown, no matter, hot in either). he's said, "relax," yelled "kahan!" ( i know i'll never feel the same way again about that word too Confused), and see how gorgeous he looks as he smiles in the freeze frame. 

do i really care about the plot today? as i said, only those things hanging from khushi's ears...

"persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot."
~~~ mark twain, the adventures of huckleberry finn ~~~

(colours inspired by the nerve wracking shades of sangeet)










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Saturday, 24 September 2016

episode 345 a spoonful of sanak







right at the end, he said, "sanki ho tum, you're really mad!"

there was a note of love and indulgence and joy in it.  

"lekin ek baat boloon? main bhi bahut khush hoon..."
but shall i tell you something, he continued, i am also very happy.

she shot back with a loopy look, "issliye toh hum itna dar rahe hain... laad governor ke muskoorahat dekhkar."

that's why i am so scared... looking at laad governor's smile.



laad governor's smile.

in that simple single interaction after an entire episode of unnecessary drama and inelegant storytelling, there was the essential story of iss pyaar ko... of one arnav singh raizada who met a strange ladki called khushi kumari gupta one unmarked evening of their lives. and how she made those opaque, blank eyes catch fire... smile. 

and then how that smile made her want to go a little more sanki.

the design thrills me. because it's simple smart and powerful.. and by touching on it every now and then, even amid all sorts of silliness, it keeps us anchored and makes us smile. not just that khadoos laad governor.

i love the fact that khushi's sanak is an essential ingredient of this story, not just something added on to make a tv lead more cutesy, more sweet innocent girl like. if khushi didn't have sanak... how would she cut through the dark despair that hardens asr's heart.

a heart in fact more loving than most, and aching and hiding behind gussa and paisa and power talk.

there's an elemental note here. ice and fire, rock and water, earth and wind. of things inherent in a structure, a person... that naturally interacts with the other... it cuts through... it cleaves and joins.

her reply also reflected that integral and specific connection, their framework of pyaar. what she says she is scared of, actually thrills her... khushi was always a girl who thought differently, felt not only the prescribed things... she couldn't get this laad governor out of her mind from day one... and the more he raged and insulted, the more she was drawn to him... she dreamt of him. she obsessed about him... she couldn't leave him. for perhaps the sanak needed to find its true meaning, its destiny... after all, she did believe in that and so it led her here. here to that impregnable wall of gussa, one that her fluid sanki mind just wanted to break through... even if she didn't know why.

and when her ways and who she was released a heart from this hard rigid place and felt its beauty, she perhaps knew a sense of homecoming she never had known...

i am rambling.

what i mean is simply, the two characters have traits that seem aligned perfectly. they fit into each other and create something beautiful.

every love story is different. the two people who are in it make it what it is. the powerful stories have this sense of one igniting the other's very being in them... 

i feel the writers really got their key to the story right... whether by design or chance i don't know... but without sanka and gussa this story would not have been half what it is no matter how gorgeous the protagonists.

i was pretty irritated with all that went on on before this. shyam lurked. dadi said, "yeh shadi nahin hogi!" this wedding shall not happen... a la seventies' hindi movies. garima quaked. the oblivious family played dumb charade. dadi paced. shyam lurked and gave slanted smiles (please, only one man knows how to slant them lips, so stop doing that). dadi paced. there was bekhabar besabar talk as all gathered in the hall, sabar being patience, i guess more hints that asr will have to patient as in perhaps the wedding won't take place... dadi did ekta serial style entry and slo-moed to  khushi. she caught hold of her hand and wrenched it off asr's. all looked shocked/surprised/scared (has ekta ever considered trademarking this face by face reaction shots format? it's really bad and needs to be annotated).



laad gov looked dishy (okay this i did like).



then dadi did one more ekta twist. she gave the ancestral kangans to khushi and welcomed her to the family. i wanted to scream, who stole the creative spirit of ipk writers... i want to set dadi after them.

but really. no need to think of all that. not when asr's eyes get so lit up and whizzy and sanka devi whirls around and runs off after delivering her punch line. yay, it's her and no double. asr, you be in trouble.

(petty rhyme needed at this moment, milord, samjhe aap.)

 






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episode 344 up the garden path






for once i completely identified with shyam. he had been perplexed by what was going on with garima, he was spying around trying to catch the drift. and he had this glazed look in his eyes as if he understood nothing, till at last he did as dadi named the "woh aurat."

her name was none other that... garima.

i am utterly perplexed, trying to make sense of what i am seeing, convinced there was a "woh story" and it certainly did not lead to the marriage of asr and khushi a few episodes down.

"woh story" had a separation between the two on the cards. there are just too many hint hints of that for it all to have meant nothing.

inbhestigasson kareka padi, i aver and check a few things.

true, jainesh is still lead writer, but by the time wedding takes place, ved raj is back on the helm. this whole period seems to be a quick wrap up that will actually bid farewell to a man and a woman: jainesh the writer and dadi the outsider. 

true, stories change in serials. i remember how we kept seeing nk filming everything during the wedding of payal and akash including jijaji's lecherous moves and then that not featuring at all in any part of story telling.

but this time here there were not only dialogues that spell trouble, there was completely puzzling action.

why would the bride come to the groom's home suddenly after haldi only to play passing the parcel? i thought they were not even supposed to meet. in fact, doesn't haldi usually happen on the day of the wedding?

so why would it happen before sangeet?

and if you remember, they suddenly decided to spring a "surprise" on the guptas on the day of haldi and hold it at their place. really? would anyone do that to the girls' family... they are totally unprepared for this.

could it be that haldi was bunged in later? after the passing the parcel shooting was done? and if so, why? its only use would have been to establish shyam's noticing of garima's discomfort and her looking at the photograph (which is why it would have to be at the guptas'... uff indi bond hello hi bye bye... this is too exciting).

following this there would be shyam's discovery of the woh aurat's name and then the "clever" mixing up of medicines so dadi catches out garima.

i had a feeling while watching haldi, they had decided only around that time to cast garima as the other woman... till then all possibilities were on the table... including khushi's own mother being the lady.

then there was that maa's garden. when did they add that in? obviously a last minute thing which is why all shots of asr and khushi together were done with doubles. khushi's double had the most unkhushi hand.


and in the scene just before that, leading up to them leaving together, asr's hand double was a woman (or a man who likes to keep long nails unlike asr) and the girl whose face he was wiping was totally not khushi. though he, sigh, was he himself and in no mood to look ordinary.

about that getting away with khushi in the middle of a family visit... again not exactly what dulhas and dulhans do especially if they are following all the rituals properly as we are told asr has decided to.

i had a feeling the passing the parcel scene and the one in his room with him pulling her back, were taken at the same time when story was still one of separation. later other scenes in the room and the dadi finding garima scenes were edited in. 

disconcerting shots of khushi holding asr's cheek, her nails red and mehendi on fingers in one shot, next shot, no nail polish, no mehendi, clearly not sanaya's fingers on his cheeks.

then the garden which failed to touch me. the story of maa and plants to pat. and then him saying exactly why he likes to garden. not once, twice... was this asr? was this ipk? we all knew by now those plants connected him to feelings deep within and his mother was the core of these emotions. why must we be told all this?

jainesh has a heavy handed way and subtlety is long gone from narrative. but to have asr tearful almost for nearly ten minutes... what were they thinking?

terribly garbled the whole thing.

as for the dialogues that so plainly spoke of them being torn asunder soon, there was: "karna padega khushi... bharosa nahin hai mujhpe?" you'll have to do it khushi, don't you have faith in me?


later: 

"ret ke tarah aapke ungliyo ke beech se nikal jayenge... aur mauqa milte hi itni tezi se bhagenge ki hume aap hume dhoond nahin payenge... samjhe aap?" i'll slip away like sand between the fingers and the moment i get a chance i'll run so fast, you won't be able to find me, d'you understand?
"phir kabhi aisa kahna bhi mat kehna!" don't ever say that! 

"arnav ji?"

"promise?"

later still he asked her if she trusted him.

to me, these are signs of impending mayhem not marriage. 
also, khushi talks about him banging the phone down... which happened way before haldi. or did it happen just the previous evening, when haldi was not yet written in?
alas, shyam had his answer but not me. sherlock holmes or hercule poirot would definitely be needed to get to the bottom of this mystery.

all i could sense was a massive change in the entire story of ipk. and i was sure garima was not the "woh aurat" the original storyteller had in mind.

a most disturbing episode, i kept feeling yanked around, a moustache drawn on my upper lip, eyes blindfolded.

thoughts

~ barun sobti smiled as he looked down and then khushi spoke of disappearing like sand... did you see how the expression changed? gorgeous.


~  mami and bua dancing away in the background while shyam stalked garima, something crazy and cute there. "arre chaliye, nandkissore!" said mami, "arre, hello hi bye bye, kahan chale?" replied bua ji... the adversaries in a chummy mood... was a nice moment.

~ who goes and yells at someone like that after a tragedy. why is dadi written so badly? and she slapped garima? how bizarre... really a very ekta feel to all that is going on.

asr said, "tumhe yahan laane ka matlab hai ki hum ek ho gaye... tum aaj se meri patni ho... meri maa ki bahu." the significance of bringing you here today is that we are now one... you are my wife from today... my mother's daughter in law.

huh? asr, amnesia? this is your "legally wedded wife" remember?

something very thick and soggy in that statement, also it seems to say, the marriage won't take place.
why that "arnav" from khushi after that?
maybe i should hire shyam to crack all the puzzles.





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