#and why Rabba ve

[jalebi-likes]

THOUGHTS ON IPKKND 3

(and some important clarification)

Alright I just read some super interesting convos about IPK and it’s sequel IPK3 between @herelivesahobbit and @honeybellexox so I thought why don’t I jump in the convo!

And omg I legit had a theory about IPK3 that it was originally called Satya Ki Kiran and then became Mohra and then Star TV overtook it and Barun couldn’t opt out of IPK3 because he signed to work on the show so he was trapped.

And I wanted to share that (and have shared that with so many people) and now I realize I was probably high on something cause THERE IS NO EVIDENCE OF THAT.

Was that me, sympathy projecting as to why Sobti would do a character who gives rape threats to the female lead unless he was trapped???

Guys, warning, DO NOT WATCH SO MUCH TV AND DO SOME RESEARCH BEFORE SPREADING FALSE NEWS 😭

Ugh, apologies to everyone I told this theory to!

Mohra was an action thriller show about a cop named Satya who probably falls for the conwoman widow Kiran (hence the show was called Satya Ki Kiran) and extensive footage was shot before Zee Tv extended the show from biweekly to daily and the production house (BBC) didn’t plan for it and it got scrapped.

Then comes a show in Star by 4Lions where they cast Sobti and Tomar (who worked previously in the scrapped Mohra) and decide to come up with a revenge drama initially called “Vaidehi”.

Amazing idea. Cause revenge dramas are cool to see and Barun has a good grasp on layered characters and Tomar has good vocal tonality and there was already a LOT of buzz on Mohra with these two people casted as leads.

Except, Star decides to pull out another IPK and capitalize on Sobti’s fandom. And somehow neither the PH nor the Channel anticipated the backlash to the show (lol I wonder why). Irani AND Sobti are synonymous to IPK so cutting one half out to this his popularity is enough turned a good audience off.

And to kind rub salt they used Rabba Ve, IPK, ASR and several bgms to sync in. Even the first bearded look to keep the two ASRs separate was forgotten when they gave him a makeover (twice!) and brought Sobti to look closer to ARNAV by the end of it all cause clearly appearance was the only problem in the show.

And those not turned off by the IPK similarity, were definitely caught off guard by the bizzare costumes (except Sobti he kinda looked hot but Tomar was drowning in extensions makeup jewelry and layers of ruffles?) editing, lighting, camera angles…

And the plot.

They kinda sacrificed the original angsty plot (the full flashback that they had pre-shot) to force a romance and it doesn’t work because:

- Advay sexually harasses Chandni multiple times

And the reason IPK3 truly drowned was that they changed the theme multiple times to raise TRP.

From finding out the truth it’s just an Advay harasses Chandni theme, sudden family members cropping up which kinda chops the fact that it was intense isolation and cultivated anger that made Advay the villain he is.

And he was supposed to be a villain. This show ever truly works out for the initial few episodes and this phase in between when he tries to seduce he into a marriage and she’s all “you’re fun but deceptive so thanks for the desire but I’ll give you a hard pass”

All the information here are from verifiable news sources and my hate love relationships with IPK3 which could’ve been amazing if it was called Vaidehi and stuck to Sobti being a villain - cause he was damn good at that.

Phew

Below is a list of what Advay does:

- forcefully initiates physical contact

- forcefully married her and humiliated her in public

- threatens marital rape if she moved from her place

- exposes her to controlled threatening situations (where she believes she’s in danger but only he’s aware that she isn’t because there’s no actual danger)

- isolates her from her family

See, he would’ve been an excellent villain!

Lol, the end.

- Jalebi

#ipkknd 3 #advay #Mohra #Satya ki kiran #I feel so embarrassed to be peddling false info until #but yeah #why ruin a good villain for a Rabba ve #and why Rabba ve #I really want to watch mohra and whatever they shot of it #cause the pics look GOOD #and Sobti as a cop is ☺️ #poor Shivani yaar #collateral damage to everything #one show gets scrapped #other gets cancelled in two months #other is on a fishy channel ishara #that like idk where is it showing

[celesteablack]

Why is it always love at first sight and not 'dekha tenu pehli pehli baar ve, hone laga dil bekaraar ve, rabba mainu ki ho gaya dil jaaniye, haaye mainu ki ho gaya.'

#srk>>> #desi tumblr #desi teen #desi shit posting #desiblr #just desi things

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hello JWB! Your blog is the best!!

I recently started my 3rd rewatch of Ipkknd over the past 10 years and reading your blog alongside is so much fun! Your navigation for the blog is so meticulous. You are absolutely hilarious and reading your posts reminds me of when me and friends used to discuss the new Ipkknd episode every day on our ride to school! Good old times 🥲

I have a question for you as someone who has watched the show at different periods in her life. There are some scenes which I had a different perspective of when I was a teenage girl compared to now as woman in her 20s. For example, in my current rewatch I get so annoyed at scenes where Arnav holds Khushi hard enough to leave a mark on her arms, but when I watched the scene as a 12 year old its not something that crossed my mind as abusive (especially when they played the Oh-so-wonderful Rabba Ve over those scenes).

So are there are any scenes like that which you looked at differently over the years with age?

Hello my dear anon!

Such a brilliant question - SO MUCH HAS CHANGED with age and time.

1. Arnav and Khushi’s sangeet. I was just so happy to see them get married that I didn’t think much about it but as I grew older I just really didn’t like it. They completely wasted Akash and Payal and I never understood Mami’s over involvement in the sangeet and also… Khushi lip syncing to lyrics instead of a yes I’ll marry you and WHY IS MAMI PLAYING KHUSHI AND WHY IS AN AUNT AND NEPHEW DANCING ROMANTICALLY 😣

2. The dabba service. I actually liked it when I was younger cause the comedy made me laugh. As an adult though I’m bothered that Khushi’s decision to be financially independent does not stem from supporting her family but that she needs to return 300 rupees to Arnav? And somehow we’re supposed to think she’s highly intelligent for working at her husband’s place, through his office kitchen and that’s a … victory? Also so awkward for Arnav to publicly be demeaning of Khushi and him getting furious that she’s “insulting him” but also Khushi getting rabba ve because he enjoys her food? It’s just too regressive that anything Arnav likes about Khushi is tied to bahu duties - that is cooking great food or calling herself his wife. Also Khushi just acts so childish in general I cannot.

3. Khushi’s behavior when Arnav lost his voice. I found her irritating. She’s too childish. The fact she expects Arnav will give her a gift to thank her for having done a “great job” like WHY can this woman NOT be intelligent is beyond me. ARNAV AND KHUSHI DONE SHARE THAT RELATIONSHIP! ALSO WHY DOES SHE GO AHEAD AND SIT IN THE DRIVER’s SEAT??? IS SHE A LITERAL CHILD LIKE I NEVER DID THAT WHEN I WAS 7 MYSELF! And it’s supposed to be funny that Arnav makes her do squats in front of a police officer? That’s demeaning to a woman who’s supposed to be your wife. It’s just really not landing for me tbh.

4. Khushi as a character is very annoying post elopement because she’s reduced to a childish caricature without a hint of brain.

5. I don’t think Arnav does anything great or romantic in the 24 hours track. He has emotionally and verbally abused Khushi multiple times. The one time she tries to leave house - that too for the sake of his sister - he makes her work around for money, threatens her friends so they can’t financially assist her and then takes over her property? I don’t find this coercion romantic nor do I find it to be “ASR” style. My guy was running behind to say sorry cause he was rude to her on the day his parents died. The one day where he’s allowed to be by himself and rude because it’s a traumatic day. (I have to see Khushi’s birthday and the sexy back massage in a separate context to enjoy).

6. I’m not ok with Arnav showering gifts on Khushi after he brought her home by coercing her. I don’t like how Khushi switches into bahu mode to make Anjali happy - girl you were threatened by your husband two hours ago and you’re busy playing Mrs Raizada? - and I’ve said this before but the sudden showering of gifts felt closer to love bombing and a reward for listening to him. I know Arnav is a man of actions - a man of actions would correct his mistake. I needed somethings to be better between Arshi to enjoy this.

7. I DO NOT LIKE THEIR I LOVE YOU DAMN IT. The fact it’s preceded by a very non consensual/dubious consent suhaagraat setup and that Khushi is busy talking about rituals than actually talking about what matters is… ugh. It genuinely feels like sexual frustration and my heart felt so sad that he’s dragging her around pheras to get done with it and Khushi’s elopement was traumatic.

8. Khushi tricking Arnav to light Janmashtami diya. Arnav is an atheist, that’s just as critical as following another “religion”. Would Khushi get a Muslim man to partake in Hindu religious activities by plot? No right. Would she be appreciate being tricked into having bread and wine as that’s the flesh and blood of Christ? Nope. The fact that they show wow Khushi is amazing she brought a NON RELIGIOUS MAN to partake in a religious amazing and thus has more influence than Lavanya on Arnav grates my nerves. I’m religious, and I cannot imagine imposing it on anyone - especially not to my atheist brother.

9. This is something small but I don’t get why Khushi can’t stay over the day Anjali miscarries and when Arnav asks her to stay back. Like something majorly traumatic has happened and Khushi still has to go by what will be acceptable for Dadi? That it’s not ok for Khushi to stay over? I get it if Dadi interrupted cause she’s perfectly terrible enough to do it and Arnav then wants Khushi to leave cause he won’t be able to hear another word against Khushi and she matters more. But also this is Anjali - there’s no way Khushi is leaving the house until Anjali regains certain consciousness and stability.

These are 9 moments that I didn’t like as I grew older (I have some stuff that I didn’t like right off the bat, lol) but here are also a set of moments that I actually grew to love the older I got.

1. A lot of first half Arnav. Very well setup as an anti hero with darker shades. His opinion on marriage and relationships is actually really good and I love the scene where he calls off the arrangement for his arranged marriage cause he clearly states that this would ruin multiple lives.

2. Shyam. I thoroughly enjoy a lot of his scenes because what a villain! I love all of his “nice damad” scenes cause it perfectly establishes why none would suspect and why Payal Khushi will have a hard time telling the truth to the Raizadas cause it’s just so impossible. I also love kidnapping era Shyam cause he and Khushi have AMAZING scenes and the show remembers that Shyam is KHUSHI’s villain! He really drives the plot.

3. I really have grown to love the scene where Khushi thinks she must leave Arnav because he won’t be able to accept aarav and that’s stemming from her own orphan trauma and that when Arnav does see her leaving he’s so gentle about it. He makes her sit, addresses her concern and that Khushi just bursts into tears and hugs him and admits she doesn’t know what she is doing and I love it that Arnav cares for her and Khushi is being her most honest self. It’s so underrated and SO beautiful.

4. Heer Ranjha in a different context. Because what Arnav says is an apology and perhaps the best one in the show.

Thanks for the love,

- Jalebi

#ipkknd #ask #anon #I really like this question

[torydarixs]

why is it always "i fell in love with you at first sight" and never "dekha tenu pehli pehli baar ve, hone laga dil bekarar ve, rabba mainu ki ho gaya"

#you guys don't understand im OBSESSED with this part #k3g #kabhi khushi kabhie gham #desiblr #desi #mine.txt

[arziaisfrench]

▪︎ IPKKND Ep 22 recap : the awareness of the fire - "Rabba Ve"

> Arnav is seeing Khushi as a woman, a woman who can have him ! He let her win.

It's interesting to notice that at this moment Khushi's tears doesn't yet deeply affect him. But they will after the moment of awareness happens.

"If there would've been no contract then i would've already thrown you out" the lies lol 🤨😂

The coat being ruined was already enough for Arnav to fire her. But he didn't. He knew it was an accident, so he refused to use this opportunity. He wants her to lose "genuinely".

Imagine if Khushi would've wore this dress haha Arnav would've died for sure from a heart attack! 🤣

Arnav already find Khushi very beautiful that he automatically thought of her to replace the model hmm interesting. 😏😅

Of course, he did it to challenge her but that's not all, maybe he wanted to see her in a look that fits his "world", to get a glance at something he maybe inconsciouly start to think about (to make her his).

I think he challenged her in a hurry for her to not notice that he won't fire her because of the coat and therefore for ruinning the show. He couldn't care less about their contract they both made.

To both, it's a way to prove each other that they are worthy to be looked in high regards by the other. But he doesn't want her to know that in reality he doesn't want her to leave him ! Arnav wants her to stay, Asr wants her out.

Arnav litteraly prefers to stay with Khushi than to meet his sister and brother in law lol, it just proves how much she's starting to change even his priorities.

When he sees her with the red sari, he's attonish. He's not only mesmerized, it has a violent effect on his body. 🥵 Khushi is very much a woman to him, a woman that make him feel like a man lol, a woman who can make him hers !

He was litteraly in awe (that girl who seems from such a different world from him can actually fit his world) and he clearly is lusting over her here (he was litteraly checking her out without being able to hide it).

Sanaya is sooo gorgeous in this sari !

> Arnav's reaction :

Shoked ("she is absolutely gorgeous!")

Mesmerized ("how could she be this beautiful ?")

Lusting ("how come she's that hot too? she's so hot" hehe)

Awarness of everything she made him feel in this precise moment and even before. He knows understand that he sees her as a woman. A woman who affect him like no other did before. ("this woman makes me feel everything at once, she makes me feel too many things, and too much, wtf is going on with me? why her,") She's beautiful, clever and daring, cute and funny, hot and has that "traditionnal" and modest side in her. And that mix is suprisingly, i think, what Arnav was looking for unconsiously in a partner from the start.

He knows and can feel he desires her. He sees her as a woman and it makes him mad ! The attraction has always been there but the sexual tension he feels now is getting too strong, and he wasn't expecting her to make him feel that way loooool 🥵😵.

He lost complete control of himself for few minutes. But it's not only about how much he can feel he lusting over her, there is something else. He's catching feelings. He lets her win cause he could sense how worry she was. He, for the first time, couldn't bear to see her that way. He wanted to protect her instinctively.

"Go ahead."

It's the first time he turned around to let her know … He's watching her, in the way a man looks at a woman he lust over. And Khushi knew he let her win. She can sense something happened, something has changed in the way he looks at her. But she still didn't understand what happened.

He never looked her that way before, and my girl is a smart one, she almost instinctively senses the change. And she understood Arnav let her win!

#ipkknd #ipkkndep22 #arshi #arnav and khushi

[oldschoolaaisha]

Lamibiya judaiyaan

Long separation of love

Hisse sadde aaiyaan

That’s now our destiny

Rabba ve mohabbatan kyun tu banaiyan....

O God why did you create love?

<I cannot post the whole song. but this song- >

[laadgovernorandsankadevi]

OS: Here

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He yawned while flipping the channels to ultimately settle on the sports channel replaying highlights from a test match earlier. Rarely the one to turn on the bedroom tv, his attention shifted to his wife sitting across from on the green recliner in front of the television.

Her head was bowed in concentration. Yards of fabric lay in her lap which was being embroidered with small golden motifs. It must be for her sister, he concluded recalling the list of presents she had made and narrated to him.

“Suno–” [listen] He called her out softly.

Her head shot up and her hands stilled with the needle in between her fingers. Her brows furrowed at the softness of his tone and the way he had beckoned her, “ji?”

“Idhar aao.” [come here] He said. The words felt like lightness in midst of the silent night and buzzing of the voices from the television.

She smiled, her face softening. “Kyun?” [why?] She breathed.

“Yahan bathe jao na?” [come sit here please?] He requested, pulling her pillow towards himself. A coy smile danced on her lips.

“par—” [but—] she resigned a sigh pointing out the fabric in her lap.

“Thodi dair ke leye?” [for just a little bit] He asked, his voice lowering and his face appearing dejected.

She looked at his pouting face, the needle in her hand, the lingering sourness of her wrist, and the fabric left to be embroidered in her lap. She looked up again. “Theek hai!” [okay] She replied.

She put the threads and needles into the tin box next to her feet and left the fabric on the recliner. She climbed into the bed, scooted over to wrap her arm around his, and placed her head on his shoulder.

“We can watch whatever you want.” He offered.

“Nahi.” [no] She said, “Yeh theek hai.” [this is okay]

He lowered the volume of the television, pulled his arm out from hers to wrap it around her. She frowned for a moment before wrapping her arms around his torso. Her head leaned on his shoulder.

She tried paying attention to the statistics shared by the newscaster but his heartbeat wouldn’t stop echoing in her ears. He kissed her head.

“Khushi?” He said.

She didn’t reply. He looked down to see her sound asleep. He smiled shaking his head. She could be quite predictable at times.

#SoundCloud #ipkknd #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #arshi #arhi #ipkknd ff #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon fan fiction

[ipkkndlovescenes]

Guest House [Part 2]

Among the Stillness, there was a pounding Heart

Part1 Read here

Holding her gently his eyes set on her.

Rabbe Ve played again, as he stared at Khushi without any fear as this is one of his habits seeing Khushi and adoring her when her eyes were closed or she was sleeping..... He brushed her locks from her face and wiped her tears, so gently and with such care defying his person who he was and what he was made of... \

His gaze fell on a stray strand of hair on her face and a desire rose ...

Just to touch her.

To feel that hair under his skin. Hee removed the hair and tucked it behind the ear. He stroke her cheek and removed her tears, and then from the other cheek.

why?

he had no idea even.

He just wanted to be there with her. taking care of her lovingly and gently. Something was compelling him, drawing him towards her. His head movement is so prominent here that he was loving her, adoring her with the softest smile on his face. A peaceful visage was reflecting through his moves.

Feeling his actions suddenly he closed his hand in a fist and thought traced slowly through his mind that her family will be worried.

This habit of removing her hair always remained intact as he couldn't tolerate anything hiding her face rather taking her away or her staying away from him...He will always keep her around him till he will make her promise not to leave him...

The knight lifted her up and took her to his SUVs in his arms!!

Arnav stopped at Gupta's house. Khushi was sitting on the passenger side keeping her head on his shoulder. She's vulnerable in such a way he'd never seen her before. He gently balanced her form coming out of the car. Lift her up in his arms but his eyes never left her like he was finding the courage to have this separation.

The way he settled her in her bed, realized her hand on his collar, curled his own fingers around her hand, and gently put her hand on her belly. All this felt so intoxicated and giddy with such raw emotions that we have never seen before.

He came out of the house yet stood at Khushi's window. Rabba Ve played again as he watched her wounds. Arnav's regret was visible as he recalled the moments holding her wrists, her tears, the blood, and the fall. He was in a vulnerable state right now. He left when he saw her eyes squinting in pain while Bua-ji cleaned the wound. A deep cut of guilt ran in. Arnav noticed blood on his palm while sitting in his SUV - he's been hurt by Khushi's bangle too and then held a broken bangle in his fingers like feeling through it.

Guesthouse event made him restless and at the top leaving her alone, not knowing she was fine or not made him more restless. Arnav strode into his room and finally had a moment to collect his thoughts. He caressed his palm so lovingly like he was caressing her face ...wiping her tears...It was bothering him like hell. His hand closes in a fist, anchoring the memories more firmly to himself.

It was such a tiny scratch compared to what he'd done to her. His remorse and worry were clearly written on his face - just like always when his anger had calmed down he regretted his hasty actions.

It was so visible seen when he answered Nani during their argument that Khushi and his actions were all he had in his mind

"Kyun ki jaldbaazi mein liye hue faisle kabhi teek nahi hote." [Because decisions taken in haste are never correct.]Something he's only just realized, but it took him many months, and many mistakes, to really learn this lesson. Anjali interrupts him, and he blurted out Khushi's name.

"Di please, mujhe abhi Khushi ke baare mein koi baat nahi karni." [Di, please, I don't want to talk about Khushi right now.] Yes, he will bring Lavanya at home just because of his anger and stubbornness, yet always Khushi will be dominating his brain...

On the other side, Khushi dreamed of Arnav gently brushing hair from her face and woke up with a "No!"

She will realize this feeling later, the true reason for her feeling him like this so close. Whenever Arnav became distressed she could feel him closer to him and the same went by with him too. They both could feel each others' presence in their hearts.

There was a denial in both of them. When Payal asked Khushi, did he do anything? She said no instantly like she knew he could be anything but such a person. Her imagining him removing her hair in her unconscious state was disturbing her. Why was she dreaming or sensing such a thing or even dreaming h about him? Her thought process is normal, it can't be real. But there was a connection, a destined one has shown here. While Arnav knew it, he was feeling it for a while, he was getting under the cloud that she was affecting him darn so much that now unconsciously he talks about her, thinks about her, worries about her...

But his denial was visible too.

Back in his room, Arnav reeled about vulnerable Khushi and every hurt he caused her. Every moment from the photoshoot to her bleeding wrist passed by. The agony and the pain he was going through were reflecting through his words and actions. Slamming the door of his closet he closed his eyes but Anjali came to his rescue. She made him spill out every spec of sharp pain from his heart. Her scolding, her anger, her love, everything became a balm but his heart found a sense of peace after knowing that Khushi was alright.

*

*Yet, he didn't ask,

it didn't matter

Oh, well. She didn't have to do anything, any  Koshish to trap you Mr. You are done for life, Mr.ASR. She gave two hoots to you as a rich guy.

" Paise see badh kar kar bhi insaan ki ek pehchaan hoti hai. " A person is more than being rich and all."

Ah, What should I name this love?

Index /Arshi Moments 

#arshi #arnavkhushi #isspyarkokyanaamdoon #ipkknd #my ipkknd gifs #khushi kumari gupta #khushi #arnav #guesthouse

[laad-governess]

What the Fuck is wrong with some people of IPK fandom?! Seriously, few questions of the PeepingMoon interview sent by FANS for Barun and Sanaya were so weird! Barun is absolutely valid, "What do people think, we're always sitting here planning our screen life?"

What kind of question is, "Barun, Why did you marry or Will you accept me Sanaya or I will divorce my husband for Barun!!!!"

It's alarming that even adults can't differentiate between Reel and Real! It's your problem if you haven't come out from Arnav Khushi! We immensely love them hamesha™ but why you'd fetch the Real people! Tbh it's infamy for our fandom!

Yaar you think they'd answer, "yeah when we hear Rabba Ve, a gust of wind blows and Kuch Kuch Hota Hain! We reminiscence of our old memory about how Rabba Ve used to play everywhere and Suhaag raat pe bhi itna maja nehi aata jitna Rabba Ve karte huye aata tha"

For your peace Barun apne gharpe Rabba Ve lagwaya hai, jab jab Pashmeen nikalti hai aur Barun sees her and touches her, everything feels Rabba Ve😼 Mil geya jawab! Be reasonable PLEASE!

And Yay I'm forever in awe of Barun and Sanaya's Wit and Honesty. I understand they're often misunderstood because of their veracity and stamped rude as people seem to expect some farce given by most of the celebs as if they were like the character they played, they love and remember their character, they'd like to snatch some good traits from their character and all, whereas the Whole IPK team seem to be gutsy af to manifest their idiosyncrasies. Specially Barun Sobti's sense of humour made those silly questions worthwhile, he had me in fits.

Be thankful that he ain't the actual ASR otherwise instead of playful replies, aisa questions puchneke liye First floor se nehi helicopter se niche phek deta 😼

Anyways, the interview was extremely delectable <3 Loved it 💞

Aabhaas's Mehtaphorically ranks 1

PeepingMoon ranks 2

Griha ranks 3

Aabhaas reunion live was the best thing that could've been happened on 10th anniversary IMAO

#I'm here to vent and rant #so frustrated yaar #why the fuck people expect them to be arnav khushi #get a life #dumbassery ki bhi seema hooti hain #you know how talented they're so go watch their new shows #that'll be the best way to express your love for them #but nehi #shaadi karni hai tere naal #I feel embarrassed #people are calling aabhaas's union nonsense!! #whereas he clearly said that's how they are #they wont behave as per your sweet will #love them as they are #10 years of ipkknd #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #ipkknd #barun sobti #sanaya irani

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A number of songs about turmoil in relationships have been made in Hindi films. It’s not easy to get back to normal after a split with the one you love. This article showcases a detailed perspective of the best Bollywood Breakup songs and Heartbreak songs.

Parting ways with the one you love is never easy. Not every love story has a happy ending. The sentiments associated with a breakup have been expressed colloquially in Hindi films. Since its early days the Hindi film industry has depicted varied emotions centrifugal to lovers parting ways. Emotional turmoil is an aspect that has been thoughtfully captured through songs in Hindi films. Since the black and white era, songs about breakup and heartache have been exceedingly popular. Songs about lovers parting ways are exceedingly popular with Bollywood aficionados. People are able to relate with lyrics in breakup songs, and that’s why these songs are close to the heart of many.

Listeners are able to connect with emotions and feelings conveyed through breakup songs. Heartache and breakups is a bitter slice of reality that is painful, and it’s this pain that is expressed poetically through Bollywood breakup songs. The Hindi film industry is known for its high caliber lyricists. Lyricist’s give new life and meaning to songs with words. Lyrical melodies in Bollywood songs have charmed audiences in different decades. The warmth of emotion that oozes forth in Bollywood breakup songs has mesmerized audiences belonging to different age groups.

Breakup songs and heartbreak songs are popular with both youngsters and the older generation. While youngsters relate to present day songs, the older generation loves listening to sad songs from the decades gone by. The sentiments expressed through breakup songs in Hindi films have touched hearts. Emotive lyrics in breakup songs bring back memories of the past. Listening to songs about breakups or heartbreak help you deal with life as it comes. While opinions differ in regard with whether listening to breakup songs impact a person positively or negatively, the truth of the matter is lyrics in songs about heartbreak can only make you stronger and move forward for a better life.

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100 Greatest Bollywood Breakup Songs and Heartbreak Songs

Tadap Tadap Ke- Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam (1999)

Jag Soona Soona Lage- Om Shanti Om (2007)

Tanahayee- Dil Chahta Hai- (2001)

Jeena Yahan Marna Yahan- Mera Naam Joker (1970)

Bin Tere- I Hate Love Stories- (2010)

Yeh Duniya Yeh Mehfil- Heer Ranjha (1970)

Kabira- Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani- (2013)

Tum hi Ho- Aashiqui 2 (2013)

Saathi Re Tere Bina Bhi Kya Jeena- Muqaddar Ka Sikandar (1978)

Tu Jaane Na- Ajab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani- (2009)

Jaane Tu Meri Kya Hai- Jaane Tu… Ya Jaane Na (2008)

Agar Tum Saath Ho- Tamasha (2015)

Teri Meri- Bodyguard (2011)

Tujhe Bhula Diya- Anjaana Anjaani- (2010)

Mora Piya- Raajneeti (2010)

Tere Bin- Bas Ek Pal (2006)

Pyaar Hai Ya Sazaa- Salaam-e-Ishq (2006)

Bhula Dena- Aashiqui 2 (2013)

Jab Rulana Hi Tha- Aggar (2007)

Tujhe Yaad Na Meri Aaye- Kuch Kuch Hota Hai (1998)

Pardesi Pardesi Jaana Nahin- Raja Hindustani (1996)

Tujhe Sochta Hoon- Jannat 2 (2012)

Woh Lamhe Woh Baaten- Zaher (2005)

Chaha Hai Tujhko- Mann (1999)

Tune Jo Na Kaha- New York (2009)

Dil Ke Armaan Aanshuo Main Beh Gaye- Nikaah (1982)

Sunn Raha Hai- Aashiqui 2 (2013)

Hasi- Hamari Adhuri Kahani- (2015)

Tere Liye- Veer Zaara (2004)

Zindagi Ka Safar- Safar (1970)

Laal Ishq- Goliyon Ki Rasleela…Ramleela (2013)

Hone So Batuyaan- Fitoor (2016)

Tere Naam- Tere Naam (2003)

Manchala- Hasee Tooh Phasee (2014)

Kaise Main Kahon Tujhse- Rehna Hai Tere Dil Main (2001)

Ae Dil Hai Mushkil- Ae Dil Hai Mushkil (2016)

Ab Tere Bin- Aashiqui (1989)

Lambi Judaai- Hero (1983)

Main Shayar Badnaam- Namak Haram (1973)

Alvida- D- Day (2013)

Main Tenu Samjhawan- Humpty Sharma Ki Dulhania (2014)

Chingari Koi Bhadake- Amar Prem (1971)

Re Piya- Aaja Nachle (2007)

Koi Yeh Kaise Bataye- Arth (1983)

Tere Bina Zindagi Se Koi- Aandhi (1975)

Din Dhal Jaaye Haaye- Guide (1965)

Hum Bekhudi Mein Tumko Pukare- Kala Pani (1958)

Jiye Toh Jiye Kaise- Saajan (1991)

Pyar Manga Hai Tumhi Se- College Girl (1978)

Waqt Ne Kiya Kya Hansi Sitam- (Kaagaz Ke Phool) (1959)

Mera Kuchh Saaman- Ijaazat (1988)

Dooriyan- Love Aaj Kal(2009)

Justjoo Jiski Thi Usko- Umrao Jaan (1981)

Teri Galiyon Mein Na Rakhenge- Hawas (1971)

Poochoo Na Kaise Maine- Meri Surat Teri Aankhen (1963)

Abhi Mujh Mein Kahin- Agneepath (2012)

Laayi Ve Ne Gayi, Tey Nibhayi Vi Na Gayi- Chalte Chalte (2003)

Bhare Naina- Ra. One (2011)

Do Pal- Veer Zaara (2004)

Yun Hasraton Ke Daag- Adalat (1958)

Zindagi Mein Koi Kabhi Aaye Na Rabba- Musafir (2004)

Dil De Diya Hai- Masti (2004)

Priya Priya- Dil (1990)

Toote Huye Khwabon Me- Madhumati (1958)

Hum Bewfa Hargiz Na Thay- Shalimar (1978)

Jiyien Kyun- Dum Maaro Dum (2011)

Aaoge Jab Tum Sajna- Jab We Met (2007)

Teri Yaad Aati Hain- Saudagar (1991)

Jeena Jeena- Badlapur (2015)

Jeeta Tha Jiske Liye- Dilwale (1994)

Dil Mera Churaya Kyon- Akele Hum Akele Tum (1995)

Who Shaam Kuchj Ajeeb Thi- Khamoshi (1969)

Mujhe Teri Mohabbat Ka Sahara- Aap Aye Bahaar Aye (1971)

Tu Pyaar Hain Kisi Aur Ka- Dil Hai Ki Maanta Nahi (1991)

Zindagi Ke Safar Mein Guzar Jaate- Aap Ki Kasam (1974)

Jaane Kahan Gaye Who Din- Mera Naam Joker (1970)

Koi Hota Jisko Apna- Mere Apne (1971)

Kya Hua Tera Wada- Hum Kisise Kam Naheen (1977)

Shikaayat Hain- Jism (2003)

Sach Keh Raha Hai Deewana- Rehnna Hai Tere Dil Mein (2011)

Aur Is Dil Mein Kya Rakha Hai- Imaandaar (1987)

Chod Gaya Balam- Barsaat (1949)

Banake Kyun Bigada Re- Zanjeer (1973)

Chupana Bhi Nahi Aata- Baazigar (1993)

Mere Toote Huye Dil Se- Chhalia (1960)

Mere Dushman Tu Meri Dosti Ko Tarse- Aaye Din Bahaar Ki (1966)

Mere Piya- Tere Mere Sapne (1996)

Toh Phir Aao- Awarapan (2007)

Shisha Ho Ya Dil Ho- Aasha (1980)

Awaarapan Banjarapan- Jism (2003)

Dil Lagane Ki Do Na Saza- Anmol (1993)

Achha Sila Diya Tune Mere Pyaar Ka- Sanam Bewafa (1993)

Yeh Safar- 1942: A Love Story- (1994)

Mera Yaar Mila Dey Saaiyaan- Saathiya (2002)

Koi Jab Tumhara Hriday Tod De- Purab Aur Paschim (1970)

Aye Ajnabi Tu Bhi Kabhi- Dil Se (1998)

Hum Thay Jin Ke Saharay- Safar (1970)

Ab Naam Mohabbat Ke Ilzaam Yeh Aaya Hain- Ghulam (1998)

Tota Tota Sajan Se Kehna- First Love Letter (1991)

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Oh my God Tujhey Bhula Diya is my all time favourite. It hits the cord straight of my heart. It's lyrics has so much reality in it. Zindagi Kay safar main guzar jaatay is another reality based song that brings tears

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[phati-sari]

Arshi FF: Charade - Chapter 35

Chapter 34 // Read on FFnet // Read on Wattpad

Chapter 35: Constellation

Khushi

“—I’m here!” Mami-ji flounced into the study. “I asked Hari Prakash to make us some popcorn. Now we can watch.”

She settled on the sofa next to them, eyes already eagerly trained onto the screen. “Hello, hi, bye-bye. I’m eager to see who this Tanya is. In the precap last week she looked so good. All modern and beautiphool!”

Exchanging a look with her Jiji, who sat next to her on the couch, Khushi responded, “The actress is very pretty. I hope Sagar is nicer to her than he is to Muskaan.”

Jiji reached for the popcorn Mami-ji had placed on the table.

“Here, I think he was right to be angry,” she said. “She can’t just do whatever she wants without thinking about the consequences!”

Gasping, Khushi stole some popcorn from her sister’s hand, “It was a mistake, she didn’t know it was his house!”

“You just watch,” Mami-ji gestured at the screen. “You know how these serials go. She’ll vow to never see him again and end up working in his media empire as a receptionist, hello, hi, bye-bye.”

They subsided as the disclaimer came on the screen. Khushi returned to her phone, deleting two emojis from her message before pressing send.

“Payal?”

Just outside the sitting area, Aakash-ji held a shirt as he stared bemusedly at the television.

“Bitwa, what do you want?”

“N-no, Maa, I was looking for Payal.”

By now, Jiji had met Aakash-ji at the threshold of the room, “What is it, Aakash?”

They stepped away to hold a short, murmured conversation. Khushi looked at her phone in an effort to give them privacy, just as it lit up. The screen showed her message and the response:

Khushi: We’re watching Rabba Ve in the study, in case you come home and can’t find me. You should watch with us!

Arnav-ji: Very funny, Khushi.

Smiling, she quickly typed out a reply. He responded almost immediately.

Khushi: Aakash Jija-ji is here too, watching with us. Why don’t you ever join us?

Arnav-ji: What Aakash does in his marriage is his own business. I’m in the car, see you soon.

Jiji returned to her place on the sofa after a few minutes, the shirt and a needle and thread in her hands. Aakash Jija-ji flopped next to his mother after snatching up some popcorn.

“This is nonsense,” he interrupted a few minutes later. “Why are there so many shots of him walking dramatically? It’s taken him five minutes to reach his office and now he’s leaving again.”

“You just shut-up-iyai, Aakash-bitwa. This is no place for your logic, it’s a serial.”

Khushi heart swelled with gladness as she watched Aakash-ji exchange a contrite look with Jiji, who had to stifle a giggle.

The episode was almost over by the time the doorbell chimed. Khushi stood, waving away Jai Prakash-ji on her way to open the doors. Arnav-ji gave her a small smile as she took his laptop bag.

“How was your show?”

Khushi bounced, “It was good.”

They stopped to say hello to Di, who paused in her reading of a magazine to ask Arnav-ji about his day. And again to chat with Aakash-ji in the study.

“Do you really want me to watch it with you?” her husband asked when they were in their bedroom.

Khushi closed the door with a soft click, “No, I was just teasing you.”

He took the laptop bag from her and placed it on the table before taking her into his arms. She exhaled shakily as the tension she hadn’t realised was there left her body.

“I’ve been thinking about something,” he spoke softly. “Will you come back here with me after dinner?”

Khushi peered up at him, “Why?”

“Just come up here with me. It’s important.”

She stretched up to kiss his jaw, and whispered in his ear when he bent his head, “I told you last night: don’t tell me what to do.”

A laugh that lit up everything inside her. He was still smiling when he kissed her, slow and playful. He left her briefly to change and freshen up, and then led her downstairs with his fingers twined in hers.

Shyam-ji had arrived in time for dinner, much to Di’s delight. She showed everyone the tiny pink cap she’d knitted for her rajkumari as the servants set up the dining table.

“Chhote, look, isn’t it cute? I’m thinking of making matching socks.”

The cap looked even tinier in Arnav-ji’s hand. “This is nice, Di.”

“Rani Sahiba is so talented, don’t you agree Saale-Sahib?”

Arnav-ji didn’t reply, though his smile became strained. Di shoved good-naturedly at Shyam-ji as she spoke again.

“You know, the doctor said that it would be good if we played soft music for our rajkumari.”

“I can get you CDs,” offered Aakash-ji. “Payal and I are going out tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Di said brightly, “I’ll make you a list.”

After dinner, Arnav-ji sent her upstairs with a promise to meet her after a few minutes. Khushi climbed the stairs with her sister, who relayed a list of all the things she intended to buy the next day before mentioning a tentative plan to have dinner in Laxmi Nagar. Twirling in excitement, she promised to ask Arnav-ji and let Jiji know in the morning.

Inside their bedroom, she sat on the recliner to wait for her husband. He arrived a few short minutes later laden with blankets and pillows, which he took straight to the poolside. She locked the bedroom door behind him and followed, watching as he set all the blankets on the ground and arranged the pillows.

“You like the stars, don’t you?” he noticed her hovering. “Come, sit.”

She knelt on the edge of the blankets, something unsettled inside her. Arnav-ji reached up to tug her wrist so she fell against him.

“Arnav-ji … someone will see,” she tried to get up.

“What the—? Who will see?”

Khushi shifted nervously, “Mami-ji, you said she was watching with binoculars the other day.”

He made a sound of amusement and held her close, not speaking until she’d tucked herself into him.

“I spoke to her about that. I reminded her that I could have cameras installed all over the house if she was so concerned about what happened in my bedroom.”

“Arnav-ji!”

He was unrepentant, “She agreed that there’s no need for her binoculars.”

They spent a few minutes watching the stars, with him pointing up and naming a few constellations before telling her stories about them. When she accused him of making them up, he claimed the stories were quite famous in history. He stole a few kisses, let her steal a few in return, and covered them both in a blanket when she shivered.

“Khushi,” he began after a short silence, “a while ago you said there’s so much you still don’t know about me. I told you that all you had to do is ask.”

“I remember.”

“Well, then … ask.”

She shifted onto her elbow to look at him, “What can I ask about?”

“Anything.”

She started small. His favourite colour was red, as Di had once told her. His favourite subject at school had been science.

“Who took the photos,” Khushi gestured inside, “the ones on the walls?”

“Me.”

“You!?”

Arnav-ji kissed her soundly, his hand skimming up her side. “No need to be so surprised.”

It took her a while to catch her breath.

“What happened to Sim-ji and Pam-ji from the office? I haven’t seen them since I returned.”

His response was carefully measured, “They felt I’d treated Lavanya badly and asked me to find them new jobs. I did.”

“Oh.”

She fell silent, at first surprised by the loyalty shown by the women, and then not surprised at all.

They were her friends.

“Have you heard from Lavanya-ji? How is she?”

Arnav-ji tucked a curl of hair behind her ear. “That’s one of the things I wanted to speak to you about. I hadn’t heard from her in months but she emailed today. She wants to go into modelling and asked me to connect her with an agent.”

A burst of happiness for her friend. “That sounds great. Are you going to help her?”

“I wanted to ask you first. Does it … will it bother you if I speak to her?”

“No!”

Instantly, she knew she’d answered too quickly. Arnav-ji stroked his finger across her cheek.

“How about,” he said softly, “I tell you when I speak to her?”

Khushi smiled widely, “It’s okay, you don’t have to.”

He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip before dipping his head to kiss her. “She knows we’re married. Said congratulations.”

“Were there other women?” she blurted, “before Lavanya-ji?”

He froze on his way to kiss her cheek.

“Khushi, I want to answer all your questions but some of the answers will hurt you.”

She shook her head, “I’m not asking because it will hurt. I want to understand you. I want to know you.”

With a sigh, he turned onto his back and tucked an arm behind his head.

“Lisa. You met her on the night of the photoshoot.”

This, Khushi had suspected as soon as the woman had leaned in to sniff Arnav-ji’s cologne and run possessive hands over his suit.

“She seemed so …”

“… high strung?” Arnav-ji chuckled. “I know. We only saw each other a few times. She always made it into a bigger thing than it was.”

“That’s it?” Khushi asked, feeling a little better.

“And … Sheetal in college.”

Unlike when he spoke about Lisa-ji, the cadence of his voice indicated happy memories.

“At … Ha … Harv … ?” she tried to remember the writing on his jogging clothes.

“Harvard,” Arnav-ji said easily. “Yeah, she did her MBA with me.”

“MBA?”

“Masters of Business Administration.”

He seemed to relax as their conversation shifted away from his past relationships, and for the first time, Khushi realised how hard it’d been for him to speak about them. The fact that he’d still done it filled her with happiness. Scooting across, she rested her head on his shoulder and slid her arms around him. His fingers found their way into her hair.

“And that taught you to run a business?” she asked.

“The theory of it, yes. When I came back to India, I found it was much harder in practice.”

Under the cover of the blankets, she ran her hand under his shirt and sweater. He jumped a little — “your hand is cold!” — but trapped her fingers there when she tried to retreat.

“I’d used all the money I had just to get through college. When I returned I had next to nothing. Mami believed in me. She sold her jewellery, broke her FD, gave me everything she had. She was my very first investor.”

“Does this mean she owns some of your company now?”

“Everyone does. Di and I control it together, but Mami, Mama, and Aakash all have shares. Aakash gave some of his to Payal. I’ve put through some paperwork, you should have yours soon.”

He wanted to share his life’s work with her. Her heart seemed to swell with the warm and golden sense of belonging. Of rightness. Khushi flattened her palm against his stomach, murmuring a request so he shifted until she could kiss him. He groaned, flipping them around and deepening the kiss. When they came up for air, he was shirtless and her dori was undone and she’d made a mark on his shoulder. Her bangles lay in a neat column above their heads.

“Let’s go inside,” he whispered.

They made it there somehow, though she lost her dupatta along the way, and fell onto the bed in a tangle after closing the curtains. His kiss was hot. The rough tenderness of his touch undid her, a leisurely exploration that had her gasping his name. Never had she felt more treasured, more wanted. Arnav removed the overcoat of her outfit and tossed it onto the floor. He held her in place for another kiss, whispering her name against her lips.

She moved restlessly against him, her hips rolling towards the hardness she could feel pressed against her thigh. He groaned, his hand slipping from her nape, down to her hips, and lower to curve over her bottom. She sucked in a breath when his stubble scratched her skin. An apology mumbled against her neck, his hand angling her so they fit perfectly.

When he traced his fingers lightly over her lips, she remembered the clench of her body as he’d taken her fingers into his mouth. Desire coiled hot and tight in her belly and made her brave enough to tilt her head so his fingers slipped between her lips. A low, taut moan escaped him. Then he turned her into her front with gentle hands. Straddling the backs of her thighs, he dragged the zipper of her dress down. Khushi curled her fingers into her pillow, feeling her breath catch. His hands traced up her spine, unsnapping her bra when he reached it.

“I don’t think you should wear this to bed,” his touch was warm on her skin.

“Wh-what? Why?”

“Less for me to take off.”

She heard the smirk in his voice. Her giggle turned into a moan as he settled on top of her, the heat of his chest on her almost-bare back. When she turned her head to ask for a kiss, he gave her one. It was deep, slow, and made her toes curl as her body throbbed with wanting him. The kisses moved to her nape and then down her spine. She made a soft, desperate sound, feeling as though everything inside her was melting.

Almost without permission, her body arched towards his, and he took advantage to slip his fingers inside the dress and around her ribs. A hand on her breast. She fell forward with a small cry, trapping it there.

“I like you like this,” Arnav spoke in her ear as his hand moulded her. “All mine.”

More kisses, his mouth moving over hers in time with the movements of his hand. And when she thought she couldn’t take much more, he moved away.

“No,” Khushi tried to sit up.

“Take off the dress,” he murmured.

He helped her undress, tugging at her clothes until she was left face down on the bed with nothing but his body covering her. He was still mostly clothed. Another kiss, his tongue inside her mouth as his hand slid under her to resume its play on her breast. Her hands clenched into the sheets. She felt utterly at his mercy, trapped under the heat of him as he had access to every part of her body. But she also felt safe, surrounded by his strength.

By the time he stroked his hand downwards she was almost quivering with need. It was natural to lift her hips a little to give him room. He didn’t hesitate. Her gasp became a moan as he slid a finger down her centre. And then back up, all the while whispering into her ear. All the words he didn’t say in the daytime now spilled out of him, words of love, of adoration.

Arnav’s fingers dipped even lower, breaching her for one breathless second before stroking back up. It was agony. He did it again and again, teasing, playing, sliding his finger deeper each time before retreating, and chuckled at the frustrated sound she released.

“We’re working on your patience, remember?” a kiss to her shoulder.

But the next time, he stayed. Kissing her deeply, he did something that made her frantic. She stopped thinking, pleasure burning like wildfire in every cell of her body. It was different from the night before. Tighter and hotter and just more. When her pleasure crested she muffled herself in a pillow, feeling wave and after wave of sensation crash into her. It turned the world red.

When she came back to herself he was still astride her, lazily stroking his fingers down her back.

“You okay?” he asked.

Khushi hummed, trying to turn, and smiled when he rose just enough to let her. He placed her hands on his chest after nibbling each finger in turn and shuddered as she ran her nails down his body. A kiss, tender and possessive and full of desire. A renewed tension twisted inside her as he ran his hands over her body and his mouth followed.

He seemed to get distracted by her breasts, lingering as he took a long, slow taste. His hair felt soft against her fingers. She accidentally pulled at it when she felt his teeth, causing him to groan. He asked if she liked this or this, or maybe this, and with each whispered question, each thrilling demonstration, the frenzy in her body built. His fingers became urgent on her hips and thighs.

“Again?” he spoke against her lips when she arched into him.

Something in her tummy swooped low at his question. She nodded, and Arnav shifted so he could press directly against her. He’d gotten rid of his pants without her noticing, and the material of his underwear did nothing to disguise the scorch or shape of him. He seemed to lose control, his hand plumping her flesh before he sucked a peak into his mouth. She cried out when he rocked, her hands locking onto his shoulders.

He returned to her lips, “Hold on.”

Then he moved, each circle of his hips causing stars to explode behind her eyes. She forced them open to find him looking down at her, eyes ablaze and mouth slightly open, his hair falling across his forehead. The muscles in his shoulders bunched as he moved. It was the unprecedented intimacy of it that did it. She reached the cliff and hurtled over it again, her mouth shaping his name as pleasure rippled within her. He continued to press against her, speeding up as he pushed once, twice.

“More,” he groaned into her hair.

Khushi ran her teeth over the jagged pulse in his neck and bit down. He shuddered, swearing, and froze for several long seconds. His breath was harsh against her ear as he seemed to collapse, feeling heavy, as if — until now — he’d been careful not to let her feel his full weight. Heart still racing, she stroked a hand through his hair until he stirred, taking her with him as he rolled onto this back. His stubble was rough on her skin as he pressed lazy kisses wherever he could reach.

“Give me a moment,” he spoke softly, “and then we’ll get cleaned up.”

There was a pressure in her chest, as if she couldn’t contain the happiness she felt inside. Khushi fought a yawn, “Okay.”

#ipkknd #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #arshi #ipkknd ff #arshi ff #iwrotethis #mine #ff: charade

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Do you know why I didn’t like the “Swami” or “irritating Arnav” track? It’s because of this one line told in Made In Heaven,

“-you’re made to believe that the price for your acceptance and happiness must be paid by you appeasing an entitled man.”

Those tracks are the definition of misogyny.

It is considered normal, even funny, that the constant emotion a man feels for his wife is irritation/annoyance. He sees her as a stupid creature for the most times and requires the slightest provocation to fly into a maddening rage towards her.

It is considered normal that the only way a wife communicates is by annoying/irritating her husband.

It is considered normal that Khushi keeps reacting to Arnav as “he’s right,” that anytime she makes a point it is cued by funny music and that she needs to be as exaggerated as a child in her every action and dialogue because God forbid! What if the fact that she’s making a point ever comes across? I can’t get over the fact that Khushi always treats Arnav as he is right. Majority of her dialogues are “yes you know what you’re right,” “ok as you say” - and I get that some of them are meant to be jibes but she is literally appeasing him at every point of time.

That most of the times we see romance bloom in the husband is when Khushi is doing exceedingly domestic duties - her doing never ending service to him when he’s ill has a Rabba Ve, him cherishing the food she makes, her after a bath, her calling herself as "Mrs. Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada,"

Khushi’s world is around Arnav. And not in the romantic way. It’s like Khushi has no other identity or personality outside of “What should I do to Arnav?” and it’s never, ever, a conscious thought of what’s going on in her own life.

And we see her incredibly fleshed out pre marriage - she’s besotted with Arnav then but her world is her own.

There are intelligent ways of writing this, but this wasn't that. It was misogynistic, blind, and infantilized Khushi and the circumstances in more ways than one.

And the writers of IPK knew very well how to write comedy after tragedy and how to navigate grey lines. Heck they managed to beautifully bring comedy after Arnav tried to kiss the woman who was grooming his girlfriend to be his wife.

If that isn't twisted, what is?

Yet those scenes were poignant, touching, hilarious and angsty.

Talk about solid writing.

#jalebi rants #my two jalebis #swami track #seriously this was too much #and IPK had amaze writers otherwise why else would I have high expectations from them? #bolo kyun?? #ipkknd

[theincorrigiblemagpie]

Kasautii Zindagii Kay (2018) E02- Chunari Chunari

26-9-2018

I feel like I must warn all new followers that I’m terrible about keeping up and blogging about even the first few episodes that I set out to do, on average. Already, I hear there is the advent of a rapey dude and it has made me put off watching the rest of the first week.

Anyway, let us not drown in our sorrows before they are here. We return to Prerna and Anurag’s bumbling conversation about Anurag’s love life. A friend of Anurag’s has managed to give the gig away by talking about ‘Sarika,’ Anurag’s supposed ex who is now married and has turned out to be a ‘troublesome’ woman. Ok then, friend-of-Anurag. Anurag brushes aside Prerna’s apologies for assuming anything about his sexuality and delivers a rather magnificent speech about how ‘our society’ thinks any guy who doesn’t harass women or run after them overtly is gay and ‘not normal’ and it’s not her fault at all. Very nice, I hope all of Ekta’s other shows get the memo about rape culture.

Prerna’s giggly friend Anjali takes her toward the back of the pandal to gloat about...Anurag not being gay. I am SO tired of these stray ‘friends’ already and it’s only episode 2. In the meantime, that trash fire (literal) caused by mysterious-figure-in-the-back-alley has spread to the pandal and is raging out of control. Massive chaos as everyone escapes. Mohini Basu cannot get over the fact that a special chunari that she had commissioned for Durga in Anurag’s name has been left behind. Like, she’s sitting and SOBBING over it like she’s lost a family member. If anything, I suspect she’d cry less for a family member.

OF COURSE, saintly stupid Anurag decides to retrieve the chunari to get his mom to stop crying like this. He apprehends a guy with a jeep and casually asks how much it costs and then TRANSFERS ABOUT DOUBLE THE MONEY TO HIS ACCOUNT INSTANTLY so he can take it. This is an actual scene we all watched. On the one hand, I’m really glad they have a responsible hero but also I’m DYING over this commitment to his stick-in-the-mud-ness even during high voltage action scenes. He drives the jeep straight into the front of the pandal, overturns a big decorative thing of water and leaps out of the jeep a la Rohit Shetty’s heroes, while trying not to flash the world in his dhuti. Listen, this is just one of the many reasons Bengali gents don’t engage in Hindi film hero-giri. It’s not a part of the kulchaar.

Interestingly, Anurag still doesn’t know Prerna and her twit friend are stuck there. He’s just here for the chunari which makes all of this twice as funny. Anjali is literally “look your best friend Anurag is here to rescue us” and Prerna is all “but...we’re not even close friends” and Anjali is like “DOES IT MATTER?” Sorry, Anjali, I misjudged you. You’re showing superior sense at this moment.

Anurag is staring at the chunari like it’s the only thing in the world. Pah! Some hero. Can’t even sixth-sense his obvious love interest. He’s just parkouring his ass through leaping flames and falling burning things and loose electrical wiring. He sees the two women only when he’s RIGHT in their faces and then asks what they’re doing here. They’re chilling amid all this fire, Anurag. What nonsensical questions, my god.

He kicks aside some burning barrier that was blocking their way and Prerna pushes Anjali out of there and goes back after Anurag who has ofc gone after that dratted chunari. Prerna’s face is simultaneously impressed and can’t even with this foolishness.

No, I think the predominant desire was to indulge in some hero-giri of her own. One burning deep stambha type thing is going to fall on the Durga murti so Prerna runs over to stop it. I mean...maybe she secretly lifts but I would NOT have credited it. She isn’t even breaking a sweat.

No, okay, she is sweating. I just wish I sweated as prettily as Erica.

As you may have guessed from this screencap, her hands bled somehow and Anurag rushed over to help her. If Balaji is trying to sell this couple to me, I’ve bought it already. Two people this obsessed with gods and their paraphernalia to the point of disregarding their own lives fully deserve each other.

AND THEN

RED CHUNARI RABBA VE WHILE SURROUNDED BY FIRE

(I am aware nothing I say can really match the magnificence of what happens under Balaji’s aegis and moments like this really bring that home.)

Anyway, this is the same chunari that was in Anurag’s hand two seconds ago and I have no EARTHLY idea how it flew from behind the murti and landed on these two.

NO WAIT. THIS IS YET ANOTHER RED CHUNARI. THE ONE HE RISKED HIS LIFE FOR IS STILL FOLDED IN HIS HAND.

Me: please....stop...I get it...no more red chunaris

Balaji: did you mean ‘four more red chunaris?’

Durga is running this show personally, is what I gather from all the jumpy shots that pan to her whenever anything happens. And now that she’s had her fill of romance, she makes it rain and this RAGING fire goes out in a poof like silsila yeh chahat ka’s ill-fated diya. Durga is a #fangirl.

The priests have done absolutely NOTHING useful (like calling the fire department) and have PRAYED to Durga and now they’re claiming the rain as victory and all kinds of premonition of something “pure” and “auspicious” etc etc. Anyway, I just want to show you Nivedita’s face when Anurag is reunited with his family, with that dratted chunari.

Yeah, Nivi, I feel you.

Predictably, Mohini blames this fire and the fact that there was no contingency plan on Prerna’s dad Rajesh. I’m...kinda with her on this. There really should’ve been better fire safety standards and a disaster management plan. Moloy says it’s unfair to blame this on Rajesh, they should blame the event management company. Ok, hold up. There is an event management company?? Then why the fuck does Rajesh and co look after everything? The event management company is paid to sit around, or what? Mohini and Moloy are concerned about how they’ll hold Dashami celebrations at the venue the next day, and Rajesh reassures them ki he’ll make it happen, come what may. Mohini tries to not let him but Rajesh is all “haan, I’m sure tum sambhal loge.” And in typical rich dude fashion, he walks off with Mohini, without a thought to how it’ll actually happen. Man, I really hate Moloy.

Oho we have an identity for the arsonist. It is Naveen, Mohini’s muh-bola-bhai.

The rest of the episode is just Prerna and Anurag’s respective friends ragging on them about the romance of the situation. Anurag’s friend insists ki “kuch kuch hota hai, Anurag, why do you deny it?” and Anjali is mad that Prerna ne chance maar liya by risking her life. Both insist that there’s nothing going on until Shah Rukh Khan appears to reassure us at the end. Is this going to be a daily thing? How many snippets of SRK mouthing sentimental claptrap have they recorded?

Red dupatta count- just 1 but a big one.

#kasautii zindagii kay 2 #kzk2 #kasauti zindagi ki #balaji telefilms

[chutkiandchotte]

More IPKKND 3 Thoughts

After I watched exactly one (1) IPKKND 3 video on YouTube, the ~~~algorithm started incessantly suggesting Advay/Chandini VMs/shorts which of course I have no power to resist watching. Consuming these just raised so many questions again in my mind about the CHOICES they made. tHE CHOICES.

1) Shivani Tomar’s makeup and fashion WHYYYYYY. Just why????? She is so beautiful! Like they really had to work HARD to make this drop-dead gorgeous young woman look so clownish. The excessive makeup did NOT suit her delicate features nor did it make sense for her character to be honest? The clothes - she is a petite woman, why would you put her in oversized shapeless clothes and layers upon layers of overflowing fabrics? I’m just mad on her behalf. If I’m being honest I also didn’t particularly like Advay’s fashion, but at least whatever it was, it suited Barun Sobti and his character. They did Chandini so dirty man. It’s freaking distracting.

2) Barun/Shivani actually have sooo much chemistry. Like I can actually appreciate it FULLY when I’m watching video montages without the IPKKND 1 background music/Rabba Ves to make me angry lol. Because when I’m only looking at their physicality and chemistry and interactions with some compelling background music, it just works so well! They’re a great face cast for an angsty hate/love story. A terrible waste I feel, as this show did not utilize their chemistry to the fullest. I think these two have great range actually - they can do comedy as well as angst and drama and of course, romance, really well, if given the chance. Instead of the whip lash between OTT dark psycho revenge and abrupt cheesy romance, I wish we’d gotten more of slow build angst, simmering feelings, and dark comedy with these two, they could have done amazing with that.

3) However, despite their chemistry and good looks and respective acting chops, I still feel Barun and Shivani were miscast as childhood sweethearts? Don’t get me wrong, they did well with whatever material they got. However, and IDK if this is an unpopular opinion, but there is an appreciable age difference between these two actors and in this particular case, perhaps because Shivani looks even younger than her age, its very obvious on screen. They look like they’re at least 10 years apart in age. Yet, they are supposed to play childhood sweethearts with only a 4 year age gap.  It’s just a bit jarring to watch what looks like an adult man in his 30s play his weird little arson themed revenge games with a teenaged looking girl. It seriously adds to the ick factor of it all. They’d have been perfect in some other love/hate story with the age difference factored in along with all the other angst and stuff (like this post by @jalebi-likes​ makes me wish we’d gotten to see Mohra instead!)

4) Barun Sobti with that beard 🥵🥵🥵 

they did get one thing perfect and it was this ^^^ lol

#ipkknd 3

[kaahaani]

Barun Sobti sucked me into IPKKND 3 - you can’t blame me, who can resist stubbly Sobti with beautiful hair? I have thoughts, many thoughts. 

Important thoughts: 

I think Barun did an amazing job in the show because I found it very difficult to like Advay and I love Barun. I really enjoyed watching him in the “villain” avatar! His breakdowns and vulnerable moments were also perfect, basically only watch this show if you love Barun.

Questionable (but sometimes very cute) outfits - why would the family of a mahant dress like that in Allahbad?

Hot mess thoughts:

FIRST OF ALL, HOW DO YOU BLAME A CHILD FOR THE INCIDENT? I mean...she was like what, 8? What 8-year-old will purposely spread rumors that inevitably lead to someone’s death? Why would a child lead an angry mob to her friend if she knew that they were planning to kill him? Wouldn’t any logical person (Advay is a math professor ffs!) come to the conclusion that a little girl was fed lies and told to do these things by someone - most likely her parents? The whole Chandni-must-pay-because-she-betrayed-me angle doesn’t make sense to me.

Was it supposed to be a hate story or a romantic story? They were literally playing Rabba Ve a couple of episodes in, what about hate/abuse shouts romantic?! I am not going to go on about how regressive Indian shows are because...well, they just are and we still watch them. But how are you supposed to ship a woman with her abuser, especially one who tries to set her on fire?!

I am not surprised the show only aired for a few months, you can’t make a guy as dark as Advay Singh Raizada be likeable without fleshing out the character for months so the audience can watch him grow/change. Advay was a good villain in that his backstory made you think: “okay, I totally get why this guy is so messed up” but he still felt like a villain – not the hero he needed to be in order to ship him with Chandni. With characters like Arnav and Shivaay you saw a softer side to them when they interacted with their families - this is what made them likeable even when they were huge assholes. 

“When you name your show “Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon”, I expect a love story” thoughts:

I love the premise of the show, the backstory is amazing. I would have liked to see Advay come back to ruin the Vashisht family without focusing on Chandni. if you want me to ship them, show me that Advay:

struggles to blame her because she was once his best friend

doesn’t understand her role in the incident, she was a young child and was obviously put up to it

uses Chandni to get back at the family at first but feels guilty about it

“I basically want to rewrite the show” thoughts: 

 If I were writing the show, I would keep the initial episodes and change what is mentioned above and then have a Dev-Chandni confrontation very early on.

It would make sense for the two friends (that you are supposed to ship) to confront each other and have them deal with the “my family was killed by your family” together.

I want to see that Chandni is defensive and believes the best of her family but slowly learns differently.

I want to see the conflict of liking/falling in love with someone whose parents killed yours. How do you fall in love with someone in this situation?

I want to see that Advay is still Dev when it comes to Chandni, I want him to breakdown in front of her.

I want to see the anger and hurt felt by a girl who was made to play an instrumental role in ruining her best friend’s life.

I want to see how Chandni helps Dev deal with his past and how Dev helps Chandni recover from finding out that her mother is a horrible human being.

#ipkknd 3 #ipkknd #barun sobti #advay singh raizada #tellywood

[oldschoolaaisha]

Lamibiya judaiyaan

Long separation of love

Hisse sadde aaiyaan

That’s now our destiny

Rabba ve mohabbatan kyun tu banaiyan....

O God why did you create love?

<I cannot post the whole song. but this song- >