I did not know in which galaxy of webspace to orbit this post, I chose here, because MJHT forum is littered with blood stains from where my heart has impaled upon many a post.
I had an unexpected afternoon, and decided to indulge my
indulgent side which is pretty much the most of me. 😳 I watched
last week's MJHT, then shilpa's episodes in DMG and then caught up with
Uttaran. Thereafter feeling a little deflated and left thinking is that all
there is left for me, remnants and crumbs with an odour of stale misgivings, I
relented towards my dear friend Nandita's advice and watched Geet. The last two
weeks worth of episodes, please note that we are a week behind here.
Not that I flatter myself that you are interested or eager to hear what I have
to say, but I am going to 'indulge' you anyway.
My first treasure was discovering the wonderful Priya at the helm and became
even more expectant, from even Nandita's recommendation, which spoke volumes
in the first place.
Priya, has always had an eye for detail, in terms of emotions, back from season
one of MJHT. She is able to create
stories which allow the actors to explore the full range of one emotion, even
within one scene. Those nuances within niches within the flap of a mosquito's wing,
such an exquisite delight. For example when Geet meets Maan at the
embassy.
In those few moments Geet passed through an era of wisdom,
turning each corner with a subtlest of curves in those micro expressions in her
eyes, mouth and demeanour. I was truly
flabbergasted. (Please note I hate that word, and this is the first time I am
using it, only because Drashti deserves some kind of medal for that excellent portrayal.) Always been an admirer of Drashti, back from
DMG days, where I thought her to be the standard. That sultry voice, that perfect figure and
classic elegance forming the most beautiful vision. However in that scene Gurmeet caught my
attention for the first time. I have never watched him before as an actor, but
nevertheless impressed.
Now for the crux of the matter.
Like some girls, I have a penchant for troubled men. For me there are
three main categories, but the list is open to expansion, and delightfully so.
There is the angry young man, the men with issues and finally the men with
primal raw testosterone fuelled indignation.
The differences between these categories have filled those teal blue
expanses between marshmallow clouds that drifted on by on lazy Friday
afternoons.
Either you understand me or you have long stopped reading.
The second category just scares me as much as those girls who perturb me who fall for those guys. Then again, there has to be someone for everyone. As they say, "Sirf Tu Rahi Mere Liye, aur sirf Main Bhi Raha Tere Liye" That is all I will say on that category.
I have always been a Darcy girl, who belongs in the third category, along with Michael Schofield, (one or two more) and finally Mayank. It is more than a chip on your shoulder like the 'angry young man' syndrome. It is being affronted by deficiency, weakness and stupidity in others BUT especially in yourself.
As Bruce Lee once reportedly said, "To me, the function and duty of a quality human being is the sincere and honest development of one's potential."
Therefore like true indignation it requires a cause, and is therefore not an anger that is worn, saturates and envelopes 24/7, through all seasons, and therefore leaves open pathways to unimaginable and remarkable love, romance and lushness! As attested by my examples. They keep that part of themselves only for their beloveds, quite unknown and unimagined by everyone else. My heart always sighs in relief at this aspect. That my love keeps reserved a special part of himself only for me.
The 'angry young man' syndrome is permanently being angry for past grievances which one seeks to take revenge for upon any and every one that crosses your path, life and unfortunately heart. Examples include Arjun and House.
In which category does Maan belong? Only
time will tell. For me that includes the
past, as I rush back to the beginning of Geet to catch up as well as the
eagerly anticipated future. At the
moment he stands upon the brink of both, teetering on that razor sharp edge.
In truth it is irrelevant which side he slides down, for my heart endears, relents, and yearns towards both. Like the push and pull of the moon upon the tides that engulf my soul.
It is just the way I was made.
Love Sabah
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