Blast from the Past Thread #16, pg 128, epi 180 - Page 83

Alpha (uppercase ', lowercase ; Greek: lpha) is the first letter of the Greek alphabet. In the system of Greek numerals it has a value of 1. It was derived from the Phoenician letter aleph . Letters that arose from alpha include the Latin A and the Cyrillic letter .

In English, the noun "alpha" is used as a synonym for "beginning", or "first" (in a series), reflecting its Greek roots.^[1]

• In differential geometry, the curvature of a curve is given by .
• In physics, the torsional constant of an oscillator is given by as well as Einstein constant of gravitation.

curvature, gravitation, thank g for science otherwise how would we understand love 😆 😆


"a," aleph, alpha, hindi/sanskrit "uh" are dense with meaning and essence... will mention just the hebrew one. emet, which means truth and is mentioned by some sages when they say "the seal of god is truth," begins with "aleph."  of course there's esoteric thought there and a play with letters and ideas i am not too clear about.


arnav i am guessing begins with the same letter. of course, there is the "i am the alpha and the omega..." of christian theology, and more. "a" i have a feeling was not there by chance. even if you look at no reference... "a" is always the first, the beginning. and that is thrilling enough.

when nani ji commands that arnav bitwa be sent downstairs for this rule breaking idea, khushi is in palpitations immediately... "hey devi maiyaa hame phir se unki shakl nahin dekhni... hamari dhadkan bad jaygi..." hey dm, i don't want to see his face again, my breath will quicken...

so khushi does know what asr does to her, and it is exciting: heady, crazy, almost forbidden... and she loves it yet it catapults her into a mess. because maybe, she in her safety and stability idealising middle class world has never heard of such tumultuous feelings for a man.

there is no reference to this. just as asr has no real way of knowing love since he has banished it at a young age, so does khushi, who has some idea of love, not have any notion of this electric, invasive, untramelled sensation that rides through her at the mere mention of his name, and of course when she sees him.

that it is part of love... she is still to know perhaps.

at this point it is a sensation. one she feels she has to somehow contrtol... that is why he makes her so "pareshan." poor girl, i do feel for her, imagine being hunted by that man and completely in his thrall.

her vision is of an edifying love with taarey/stars falling in her anchal, his face appearing everywhere, but this uncontrollable dhakdhak... the feeling with a license to roam everywhere, all over her body and spirit and thought (does anyone remember a godrej crowning glory soap ad with dimple saying uses it "just all over my body," sorry thought popped up, felt a bit khushi like vis a vis this feeling of hers) ... this feeling unnerves her, a frenetic edge to it.

what a lovely stage to be in.

"chhote ko ho kya gya..." what's happened to chhotey these days, wonders anjali, doing things he never did.

funny part of course is that he didn't do what everyone thought he did, yet he does indeed do things he never would earlier. like that dance... anjali is wondering... hopefully this will help her connect dots.

Originally posted by: ArshiHamesha

 a game of power indeed. 

oh, the shaved head...  thankfully that is one thing my nani (was my paternal grandma, married off at 12, to a man who never understood her or thought there was any need to), didn't do. but i remember well "chhotopishima" an aunt of my dad's who was widowed young, short hair (shaved off regularly), white saree, a little bent over, lined face, at every wedding... twinkling eyes, a certain energy, shoving sweets into my mother's and aunts' mouths, saying, "bahus, eat eat, you ain't gonna get anything once it all starts." lovely woman.

and that ashram you speak of... so often brindavan... kanha their only playmate, soulmate, while of course other murky things go on... seen "water"? they didn't let deepa mehta shoot in india. in aparijito i think it was, apu's mother is told categorically on the ghats of benaras, it is her fault that her husband died... the widow routinely stopped from going to auspicious places, like weddings... here in singapore i learn it was the same in chinese culture: an "auspicious" woman is one who is married with children, pref sons. the same corral awaits us everywhere.

i think of all this and i bring my sadness for them, my anger, my feeling hey this is unfair, to my understanding of biua ji. she also only has her nand kissore. she is no longer allowed to think of herself as a woman, just a bua ji. is this possible? do feelings of being something just vanish? last scenes of "the glass palace" float up.

it is a power game. a terrifying one. deep in cultures sit that word we tremble to say... misogyny. media has a power over our minds. we listen to it without often realising we do... should these big money making channels be showing such gender biased bilge? can't money be made a better way?

achhi is a beautiful aspiration and it doesn't come of doing what others think you should without thinking yourself, never ever understanding who you or your desires are, confusing an automaton like do gooding for others as ennobling sacrifice, and never being able to say "i," merging with a "we."

why don't hindi serial female leads say "main"? always that dodgy "hum"? a bit regal a bit haughty maybe, but never the clarity of the individualistic "main." asr would never say "hum," it's "khushi main... hamesha hamesha..."

let me say "main," keep "hum" for your fantasy stepford wife.

i want to hear khushi say the "m" word 😆😆😆
Edited by indi52 - 10 years ago