Blast from the Past Thread #26 ** Talk to me ** P 132, Ep 299 - Page 52

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Posted: 9 years ago

Kate, love your gif. It's beautiful, just like the moment it is made for.

Indi, thank you, thank you, thank you for posting the 'those 10 minutes' post here. One of those that I had loved reading during my silent reader days. Read it yet again and still felt I was reading it afresh. Could see the vm only half way. Will comment on it when I complete it, but loved the moment you started it from. Ah, that all knowing smile and the realisation that it could be none other than KKGSR. Btw, what song is it?

Faiqa, as always, love all your edits, the ones you used and the ones you haven't. Rhythmic hearts, loved the whole write up. Yes, the circle of eternity completed and Faith and Love restored. Their hearts always yearned for each other and now they whole heartedly accept it.

Rhea, thanks for loving the lines.

Sohara, thanks for posting the gifs and the vm.

Indu, what a masterstroke of a poem that is. Yes, how many times did he call her? Had actually tried counting earlier, but always got lost in the scene. But then, does it really matter? My fav lines - each cell in his body craved her name, a profuse longing he couldn't tame. Beautiful, my dear. 👏

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indi52

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Posted: 9 years ago

rhea,

i thought i read in your comment on the vm that you'd have liked to ahev heard teh words more clearly... i have raised the audio level of that track.. would appreciate if you watch once and tel me what you think... the original is still there, so if this causes a problem of concentration, i'll switch back, but yeah, i liked hearing all the talk and the asr music too.

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Posted: 9 years ago

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Meant to comment on this for long rhea.. such poetic encryption of profound amalgamation of two hearts..
beautiful edit and poetry..

Hey Rhea, those top two lines remind me of Zoha's vm on the JTYJN song, Kaheen toh hogi wo duniya jahaan tu mere saath hai ... because the vm starts with these very two lines from the Heer Ranjha scene. I keep watching that regularly.

But I loved what you wrote above in verse. Yes, they have found that world, that duniya and it's theirs where no other can intrude. Lovely starry edit. 😊

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Posted: 9 years ago

durga,

thanks so much for liking that 10 minutes post. i think it is one of my first posts on the main forum. happy it still touches.

some things just hit you so hard, they get lodged in some part of you. telepathy, that look in his eyes, the clifftop... they are dear.

among my happy memories is a whole lot of songs by the beatles... often when i see the two of them in a moment of utter love, sometimes expressed amid screaming gussa... i find myself thinking of a beatles number. first time it happened was holi, the scene dissolves to show them sitting by the poolside holding hands straight after the intense beauty of hamari dhadkane ek ho jaati hai, and i wanna hold your hand played in my head.

for this vm, i could hear "and i love her" as he fought off everything and went racing to find her... when he caught her in arms and feared and dreaded yet showed extraordinary love to bring her back to him... and when she looked at him...

what moments, durga...

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indi52

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Posted: 9 years ago

wrote this on crooner 90... the rescue of asr and khushi stunning for me in many ways. wanted to share this one and also post a shorter edit of the vm with and i love her... same story, just told it a little differently.

this has never happened to me before. i sat there transfixed, through the quickly ticking minutes, almost not daring to breathe. as the ride ended on the silhouette stilled against the setting sun, i was about to let go and say wow, when the precap (what happened to good old trailer) came on.

he was talking urgently to the unconscious khushi, "khushi, talk to me dammit... this is not FUNNY!" as his voice wobbled dangerously as though he were on a precipice about to plunge, i felt something give way inside me. i put my head in my hands and felt a sob rising within. i had to actually sit still for a few minutes to recover.

i felt something had reached deep within me, a place we keep carefully hidden from the world, and touched raw emotion. can't tell you what that did to me. most of all it told me, i am still alive. zinda hoon mein.

will try to put my thoughts as clearly as possible, hope i make some sense.

three episodes and the three crooners that delved deep into them flowed perfectly towards the ocean and came together somewhere for me. anjali, you were in perfect sync with the universe (ok sounds ott, but you guys all know what i mean), when you picked on the word "junoon," from sree. it was indeed all about passion last night.

and it stirred deep.

love and lust showed us their extreme opposite faces. shyam raved and ranted at his so called betrayal. khushi flung at him her despise and told him how far she was ready to fall for the man she loved. the devil smiled. so there isn't that much of a difference between us? zameen aasman ka farq! roared back the patni, the lover. lekin yeh aap nahin samajh sakte! has an aap ever sounded more insulting, more demeaning? just what the hideous lust of his deserves.

he bursts out of the godown, mid fight. he hears her voice. he turns as though physically pulled, all actions pause. khushi! the most poignant rabba ve fades up saluting and celebrating what shyam will never understand nor feel in his entire life (and that is perhaps his biggest punishment). love.

the chase was breath taking. this was serious, ipk was struck by junoon, that passion you point us toward today, anjali. it would change the dimensions of its medium. in script, screenplay, dialogue, music, editing, direction, and of course, acting.

there were bloopers, shoes changed mid run, (even in the episode before "what if i lost you" the shoes had done a flip from fake hermes to trainers), goon count was a bit haywire (kitne aadmi the? hume to laga 5 phir 7 phir 6 phir 4, perhaps there are clues hidden in the numbers hehe), sudden speeding up of shyam's car and leaving the rest far far behind. yeah, little gadbads here and there.

but in the larger scheme of things, they were really nothing. i have to give major respect to the makers of my daily soap. again i remember: but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for.
the makers here are going for heaven amid all the earthly struggles of their creative product. they are also hijacking my breath along the way. but please please throw my breath in that black jeep next to that man with the stylishly flying hair and the fabulously determined/worried killer expression.

hold your thoughts. she is lying there right across the path, hands and feet bound, gagged. just look at those eyes speaking, no screaming! it was her silent scream that made him swerve i'm certain. sanaya irani takes her performance yet another rung higher. how much talent is there in that slight girl with flowing limbs!!

if we sat down to count the number of expressions on barun's face from the time he burst out of his prison to the end of the episode, i fear we'd be here a little longer than forever. during his noreen khan interview he's praised tom hanks with doing stuff that seems undoable, maybe that's his benchmark, don't know. but whoa! never seen anything like this before. the day the boy stepped out of that helicopter, jaw clenched, steel in eyes, you could sense this was going to be a different flight. how different, i am now only beginning to gauge.

fluid, dance like battle with jagged breaks into nasty, street fight. masterfully directed. he must save her, no matter what. can you imagine the same guy let her go so casually from his office to the lower floor that day somewhere last august i think? zoha points this out in a beautiful post in the forum. today finally i forgave arnav singh raizada that extreme callousness of his. a loop closed by shatir creatives?

echoing the moves, a haunting medley of music: love and death combine in the rabba ve based background score, he is back sings the sure segue to asr's signature thrills, dhisshum dhishum, "chor de usse, i said let her go," and he watches her at gunpoint, lallan leering next her. the vultures move in, excruciating pain will be delivered as there's no fear of retaliation. kick, box, slap, he's flung from end to end, she watches helpless, a pleading and pain-filled female voice joins in the entreaty to rabba,

with a furious (gosh what expression) look at the harianvi hazard, khushi frees her arm and runs toward him, only to be jerked back and lose her balance, falling backward, further backward, toward the precipice.

arnav ji!
a terrified look.
a flutter of blue dupatta.
he turns.
quiet everywhere, a mournful melody haltingly makes its way through a cascade of beautiful scenes from their life.
she falls into his arms that very first time.
she is falling.
he snatches her out of harm's way and hugs her in the rain.
she accidentally bangs against him, earring caught in his jacket.
he winds the bandage round and round on her ring finger before the temple, it is the sacred hour.
dust in her eyes, gently so gently he rubs it away.
payal by the poolside.
her foot goes over the edge... arnav ji!
he puts the mangalsutra around her neck.
the homa fire blazes.
he is putting the sindoor on her parting.
fire.
rabba vey fades in, looking up above the mortal world with a single call of two words from the heart.
he has put the sindoor.
she falls.
the dupatta again.
khushi!

mesmerised, i watched. so much in that sequence. from hate to love, from romance to passion. from this world to the next. from arnavji to khushi, and back. the ocean and his shore, both flowing and ebbing toward and away. i feel somewhere along the way he and she have started to become both ocean and shore. and the pearl rests within both. weird thoughts, but had to say it.

the dupatta and the untold stories in its folds, from that very first hour always there. how it knew what they would know slowly ever so slowly, how it lingered over his face in a dargah, got caught in his buttons, fluttered on to his face, got torn and left behind on his car, it was everywhere. even now. now it fell as she disappeared from his sight. rabba ve.

before she leapt that morning of the suicide, the last thought in her mind, him putting mangalsutra and sindoor on her. his wife, she was his wife. no matter how supposedly fake their marriage.
and now again, that is the exact last picture to flash in his mind. my wife, you are my patni, mine.

hamesha is an instant when you love.

ok i am getting carried away, i said as much. and no apologies, this episode deserved nothing less.

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xE9WTr7Q2Tk[/YOUTUBE]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xE9WTr7Q2Tk

please watch on hd.

Edited by indi52 - 9 years ago

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aarwen

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Posted: 9 years ago

Durga di every time I try to highlight I lose the page.. So quickly copy pasting my favourite stanza.. Khushii.. the name is perfect for this piece..

You can't do this to me

Help me survive and leave me

When my heart beats, then why not yours?

Did you just reply my call Khushiii?

I heard you, I got you,

I won't let you leave me forever ... or ever

I loved this as well.. everything is empty without her..

Blue skies and the greens around

Everyone, except you, can hear my sound

And thank you for liking the edit. I like that song kahin toh hogi wo as well.. very soft and soothing..

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How many times did he say Khushi

as many as there are stars in the sky

as many as there are waves in the ocean

the tumult inside

that he didn't fathom for long why

just afresh he grasps this emotion

How many times did he say Khushi

.. All the times ...

each cell in his body craved her name

a profuse longing he couldn't tame

it resonated a love so pristine

that to bring her back...

he would even defy the divine..

How many times did he say Khushi
breaking open from his cocoon
his breath caught in that tune

magnum opus in miniscule utterance

unfurled a saga of permanence..
how many times did he say Khushi...

Indu di beautiful poetry.. who well you write.. and the thought behind it is sublime. Who better than us here to know that there is infinite love in each utterance of khushi.. not just in this scene but the Khushi he mumbles in amusement, the Khushi he flings out in rage, Khushi in concern, the Khushi he screams in pain, his Khushi in throes of passion..

I forget if it was Faiqa di or Indi di who had quoted once that a lover always takes your name differently..Barun in each call convinced us of this.

So sweet of you to go back and get my edit to comment on. Thank you for liking the verse..

You and Indi di are right about character consistency. I saw the scene yesterday where he is being supposedly drenched in kerosene. As soon as he figures out what is the plan, he sniffs and catches on there is no smell. And that smile and quiet acceptance that his deduction is right. ASR is right there. Next minute not knowing Khushi is around, but reaching that conclusion that she switched the liquids and letting that thought bring a smile of pride and indulgence to his face is also ASR. And finally the firm assurance that he has to get out and meet her if she is here. ASR.. no wonder when he does even the slightest non ASR thing we go ballistic here. It's as if we have known the person intimately .. A Howard Roark, John Galt might not have been crafted with such definite lines as sometimes I feel are present in Arnav Singh Raizada.

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Posted: 9 years ago

^^
who is john galt.

oh wasn't that the first line of atlas shrugged. thrilling book back then.

howard roark... you know on crooner we'd keep talking about him and asr. i don't remember too much of fountainhead... but that was one fabulous man. the idea of genius and a strong character with extreme inner courage... exciting.

sometimes barun paints asr with just a look or turn of head... says so much. the thing inside asr which no one but only his actor could portray... how brilliantly barun did that.

shot of him in that jeep... how unstoppable he felt and looked. this is a very thin, not too tall, not terribly well traveled or wealthy young man... he looked like a prince, mythical almost... he looked like a man on a terrain unknown out to discover a new world, he could have been any "hero" type character who would conquer no matter what... and he looked just totally sexy. how was this even done.

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This content was originally posted by: indi52
rhea,

i thought i read in your comment on the vm that you'd have liked to ahev heard teh words more clearly... i have raised the audio level of that track.. would appreciate if you watch once and tel me what you think... the original is still there, so if this causes a problem of concentration, i'll switch back, but yeah, i liked hearing all the talk and the asr music too.

Indi di I watched and felt the audio work perfectly now.. the flow is lovely.. and when the first guitar strumming starts as the camera pans on Khushi behind the boxes.. I had a huge grin on my face.. Thanks a lot for reworking it.

I also watched the shorter version.. clifftop story it is indeed.. beautiful selections of scenes.. the song stops as she falls and fades in as their hearts start to beat.. very nice..

rabba ve indi di.. we survived the kidnapping and are in his safe strong immaculately sculpted arms again..

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^^
who is john galt.

oh wasn't that the first line of atlas shrugged. thrilling book back then.

howard roark... you know on crooner we'd keep talking about him and asr. i don't remember too much of fountainhead... but that was one fabulous man. the idea of genius and a strong character with extreme inner courage... exciting.

sometimes barun paints asr with just a look or turn of head... says so much. in thing inside asr which no one but only his actor could portray... how brilliantly barun did that.

shot of him in that jeep... how unstoppable he felt and looked. this is a very thin, not too tall, not terribly well traveled or wealthy young man... he looked like a prince, mythical almost... he looked like a man on a terrain unknown out to discover a new world, he could have been any "hero" type character who would conquer no matter what... and he looked just totally sexy. how was this even done.

Indi di you won't believe what just happened.. I wrote this post and came here to reply to yours and got a message on my phone from my own ASR. "Who is John Galt in theater now".. completely out of context, out of blue his msg arrives just when we are talking of this here.. am a little overwhelmed with telepathy I tell you..

I love both Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged. Ayn Rand, the author, lived and breathed her characters. Set up schools to spread her theory of objectivism. She knows every single detail of what goes on in their heads, how they would handle a certain thing, who would they love, how would they love, how would they live.

And then comes a TV character, disowned almost by his maker, abandoned to strive for himself by his creators.. and still I end up comparing him to not only these heroes but so many more. ASR didn't conquer the world, he even stopped going to office, or wearing his suits, but Indi di you are right .. there was something about him that tugs at your heart and refuses to let go.

The conception of ASR deserves accolades.. what barun adds to ASR with each minute detail can't even be comprehended.. lanky.. the word keeps coming to me as I see him in that dirty vest, black trouser(not even a jeans to make it looked rugged), formal shoes fashion disaster combo..and I can't take my eyes off him... Those eyes, facial muscles, arms, stature, dialogue delivery.. everything just stays with you..

And barun portrays ASR in so many different moods..the intial days.. as the smile enters.. as he starts to play.. the heartache.. through all of it ASR shines through.. time and again I think story wise he is not doing anything great.. no takeovers.. a little play with lady love.. taking care of his family.. not even fighting an arch enemy worth fighting.. still you can't help get excited and know the man is destined for great things, just like you say above.. all thanks to that loads of extra that Barun brings with him.. and credit to the dialogue writers too.. he always got to say things that ASR would say..

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