ARSHIYAAN~~BHAAG 'KHUSHI' BHAAG

DEVI MAIYYAA KHUSHI SE BOLI,

YEH DESTINY HAI TERI...

ISS E-MALE(eccentric male) SE HI ATTACHMENT HAI TERI...

KHADOOS KI SHAKAL MAIN,

NIKELAGA YEH LADKA BEMISAAL.

ISLIYE..

BHAAG BHAAG KHUSHI BHAAG...

BHAAG BHAAG KHUSHI BHAAG...

BHAAG BHAAG KHUSHI BHAAG..

KHUSHI BHAAG...

ASR AAYA..ASR GAYA..

GUSSAPANTI DEEKHA GAYA...

ISKE KHISKE DIL  KO TU SAMBHAL...

BHAAG BHAAG KHUSHI BHAAG..

BHAAG BHAAG KHUSHI BHAAG..

BHAG BHAAG KHUSHI BHAAG...

KHUSHI BHAAG...

Hehehehe..... I sooo wanted to start this new post  with this sanaki rendition of mine .....FOR TWO REASONS....

FIRST, bcoz I am no less maniac then KHUSHI when it comes to ARSHI *do u need more proofs...*and SECOND, bcoz...  writing my own cranky modulations of songs on ARSHI-ISM is as much of MY THING as madness is of khushi...

And going by my latest habit of “2-REASONS SYNDROME” and oldest habit of explaining “IN DETAIL”...let me share my yet again...TWO reasons for choosing this particular frenetic song ...

FIRST... this scene soooo much belonged to khushi..and if she is being discussed then SANAK IS THE MOST MANDATORY INGREDIENT required...and 'crazy' is what defines this song...

SECOND... because going by the current trends of seeking inspirations and giving tributes....the best choice now-a-days seems to be Mr. Milkha Singh...and this song is all abt running..isnt so??? *sheepish--literally YAAR*

Speaking of Mr. Milkha Singh...our khushi had quite a resemblances to the man..yeahhh believe me she did...let me give u two explanations for the same...*kaha na..”2-reasons syndrome”*

FIRST,...he is known to have lived life at his own terms and soo did our heroine...

SECOND,...If he was THE FLYING SIKH of country then in this particular scene KHUSHI WAS THE FLYING MILKHA OF ARSHILAND..ofcourse in her own unique style .

Just imagine what if the fastest sprinter of India would have watched her run like the way she did then what would have been his reaction....believe me..he too would have uttered in ASR style....”UNBELIEVABLE”.

Ufff coming back to the topic long-lost...

HAYEEEE RE KHUSHI...OHHHH MY DARLING ‘SANAK KA MANDOLA”....

 I love u soo much....adore u soo much and most of all...RESPECT U SOOO MUCH MORE....Only u could have done all the things u did during the course of your love story...

All those audiences...who believed that all of the Khushi’s  previous 'encounters' in this newly started story...those “AFFAIRS WITH STRESS BUSTER JALEBIS”,,,,,those ”STINTS WITH MILK WALA-SCOOTER” and those “EPISODES OF CLUMSY RAMP WALKS” were the only things that defined her....and she was done for few days...then this particular scene indeed made them think otherwise...

THOSE WERE JUST THE GLIMPSES OF THE ‘REAL’ THING.THERE WAS SOO MUCH MORE TO HER....and this scene in its own symbolic ways made many realize that....

WHEN IT COMES TO KHUSHI...

U CAN NEVER CONCLUDE....

AS ‘SPONTANEOUS’  IS WHAT DEFINES HER....

WHEN IT COMES TO KHUSHI....

U CAN NEVER FEEL DULL

AS ‘LIVELINESS’ IS WHAT IMBIBES HER....

WHEN IT COMES TO KHUSHI...

U CAN NEVER BEHAVE INTELLIGENT

AS ‘CRANKINESS’ IS WHAT DESCRIBES HER....

WHEN IT COMES TO KHUSHI....

U CAN NEVER THINK COWARDLY..

AS ‘STUBBORN BRAVERY’ IS WHAT DISTINGUISHES HER...

AND FINALLY,WHEN IT COMES TO KHUSHI...

U CAN NEVER FEEL SOULLESS..

AS ‘SOUL’ IS WHAT EQUATES HER...

And, with this, I conclude my one more...long introductory speech and present award of this post to myself only...

”THE DIRECTION-LESS SPEECHES” AWARD

believe me..I am more than ready to pass on this award to anyone of the reader of this post who defeats me with her comment in length only..as defeating me in ‘direction-less’ quality will be quite difficult *kya karoon sometimes modesty is needed too—to maintain balance ofcourse *

Redirecting myself ...Welcome all to the next ARSHIYAAN...lets have a look at the scene...

IF I was not having the hangover of “khushi’s Cutest Run”...then the next name in my mind for this scene was

“THE ‘KEY’ TO DESIRES”

The scene begins..

Once again there is the symbolic wall of god...dividing them physically and uniting soulfully....

Once again there is an ‘ASR’...moving around with his characteristic callousness ..doing ALL what is required from him to do...

Once again there is a ‘KHUSHI’...moving around with her characteristic positivity..doing ALL with heart at source...

How beautiful is the disparity...both locked their destinies...one in  concurrence with the existence of almighty..other in full revolution of the same...still ARZIYAAN reached god at the same moment......

As if it was indication of god to his own creations that.....

TUM JAHAN KHATAM HOTE HO...

MERA AAGHAZ WAHIN SE HOTA HAI....

KARTA HOON MAIN USS ROOH PAR HI

‘ISHQ KI INNIYAAT’

MOHABBAT MAIN KHUD KO

BHOOL JAANE KA

‘HUNAR’ JISME HOTA HAI...

KIS DIN SAMJHOGE TUM  ...

MAINE HAR TAALE KI

EK CHAABI BANAYI HAI..

HAR ARNAV KE LIYE

EK KHUSHI BANAYI HAI...

If considered practically, it was no more than a daily use item..it was simply a ‘LOCK N KEY’ but once again..creatives did their magic...once again a simple physical object with mere existence became an item of utmost significance...

‘LOCK N KEY’ TOO BECAME A SYMBOL FOR THEIR LOVE STORY...

AS IF ARNAV WAS THE LOCK WITH KHUSHI AS THE KEY...

YES... LOCK WAS THE SYMBOL OF ‘ARNAV ‘

A symbol of suppressed rage and bolted emotions...

A symbol of unexpressed feelings and hidden desires...

A symbol of man in prison of his past....

AND ‘KEY’ DESCRIBED ‘KHUSHI’....

A symbol of solution and resource...

A symbol of  prize and gift...

A symbol of freedom from strife...

And then...in full maintenance of his persona...he dropped the key. I often wonder..did he deliberately dropped the key????Yeahhh he did yaar,,,First..because it justified his nature...and second because...maybe subconsciously god made him do so

*see ..i have kindaa start liking my 2-reason syndrome*

But whatever be his reason for his action..I simply loved her equal and opposite reaction...our always soooo ziddi ‘khushi’...

“Suniye...Suniye...aapki “MANNAT KI CHABBI”....

Ahhhhh...Such simple words..with such a deep meaning n consequence.

EK DIN TU MAAN JAAYEGA..

MAIN HI HOON TERI HAR HASRAT..

EK DIN TU JAAN JAAYEGA...

MAIN HI HOON TERI HAR CHAHAT..

EK DIN TU KHUD KHAEGA..

MAIN HI HOON TERI MOHABBAT..

TERI ZID MERI ZID KE AAGE BEBAS HOGI..

TERA GUSSA MERI MOHABAAT

KE AAGE PASHEMAAN HOGA..

EK DIN TU KHUD QUBOOL KAREGA

AE HUMDUM..

MAIN HI THI...

MAIN HI HOON...

MAIN HI RAHOONGI..

TERI HAR MANNAT..

HAR MANNAT..

HAR MANNAT.

And just as symbolically exquisite was the khushi’s statement..equally marvellous n iconic was his response..

“PHENK DO”....

And the best thing was the way he turned *HAYE RE ZULMI HOTWA* and the looks they exchanged...

Their first ‘EYE LOCK’ after the night of dori...how he upheld the same indifference and how she displayed the scared recognition...The entire ‘first meet’ just ‘ went by’ in khushi’s mind and her face changed thousand colors in those few seconds. Then came my most fav part...how subconsciously her hand went to her heart...again there were two reasons for the same *HAHAHA..few people soo want to kick my ass right now*

First one was obvious...she was scared to face those killer ripping eyes and Second bcoz...

”USKE DIL KI DHADKAN JO TEJ HO GAYI THI...

AAKHIR DHADKON NE EK HONE KA FAISLA JO LE LIYA THA”

Hehehe..and then started the highlight part of the scene...

He continued his sheer audacity of making us drool like crazy by just watching his damn sexy  and equally unrelenting walk...

And she..uffff...well the background music in this part was enough to describe whatever she was trying to do...

CHAHE LAAKH KABOOTAR AAYEIN..

CHAHE CHAPPAL BHI TOOT JAAYE..

CHAHE JUMP KARNA PADE PHIR BHI..

CHAHE MATKA TODNA PADE PHIR BHI..

ASR KO ROK LOONGI MAIN PUCCA..

HAAN MAINE HAI KASAM KHA LI..

ZID MAIN DOONGI COMPETITION PURA..

HAAN MAINE HAI KASAM KHA LI..

Hahaha..i just loved her run yaar...bus..PERIOD.

Just few seconds before..she was afraid to face his eyes and the next moment, she was giving her ‘ALL’ to just stop him to confront..our khushi was just soo full of courage n valour and most important “UNPREDICATABILITY”.

She reached him and he advanced towards her..and we became witness of their second ‘LOVE WALK’ and phewwwwww....i am myself soo eager to write the next ARSHIYAAN...see u soon people..

Enjoy the above till then and hey btw..although this statutory warning should have been given at the beginning..but still “BETTER LATE THAN NEVER”..

“U R URSELF RESPONSIBLE FOR UR CONDITION AFTER READING MY ATTEMPTS AT SHAYAARI”...*WINK*

ARSHIYAAN~~THE UNTOLD 'ARZIYAAN'

ARZIYAAN SAARI MAIN

CHEHRE PE LIKH KE LAAYA HOON

TUM SE KYA MAANGOON MAIN

TUM KHUD HI SAMJH LO

With these words playing in the background our LOYAL ATHEIST made his “UNTOLD ARZIYAAN” to the almighty...

YES...he did so...ARNAV SINGH RAIZADA, our very own agnostic child who was bereaved of his childhood by some ugly calculations of god was once again standing at his doorsteps...NOW A GROWN UP MAN...

A man of few words ...

A man of shaken beliefs..

A man of deep rooted obnoxiousness...

A man possessing a proud tag of ‘SELF MADE’

A man who firmly asserted his non-belief in the ‘SUPERNATURAL’ called by many names around the world....

THE SAME ‘MAN’....was standing at GOD’S threshold...challenging GOD with his now stoned eyes...daring GOD to correct his wrongdoings... subconsciously asking GOD to provide the things which he HIMSELF couldn’t materialize with his money...

The TRANQUILLITY of mind..

The RIDDANCE from tht ‘SOUND OF DEATH’ which still echoed like an ugly shrill in his ears..

The peace of ‘SMILE’....

The experience of not only spending the life but ‘LIVING IT’....

YES...HE WAS MAKING THE 'UNTOLD ARZIYAAN'...

DARAREEIN DARAREEIN HAIN

MAATHE ME MAULA

MARAMMAT MUQADDAR KI 
KAR DO MAULA

And god, for once being on the guilty side of affairs was in more eagerness them him to amend HIS LIFE...to bring in the much needed change..to show that he was called ‘GOD’ for a reason..

So..well...God looked around and didnt had to sweat much bcoz soon he realized that there was a white angel frolicking around in his own garden...and .......

ARNAV’S DESTINY WAS DECIDED THERE AND THEN...

HIS FATE HAD BEEN TAKEN CARE OF...

HIS SILENT PRAYER HAD BEEN ANSWERED..

HIS ‘UNTOLD ARZIYAAN’ WERE ACKNOWLEDGED,ACCEPTED AND FULFILLED....

God had gifted HIM the much needed ointment for his wounds......

THE REPAIR WORK HAD STARTED ........

SHE was a soothing balm to his battered soul

A tough challenge to his non-agreeable mind

A healing solace to his scruffy heart...

 His ‘REQUIREMENT’ at every possible level

of HEART, MIND AND SOUL....

SHE WAS ONE THING WHICH WAS MISSING IN HIS WELL TRIUMPHANT LIFE..

SHE WAS HIS “EHSAAS”

HIS ACCOMPLISHED ‘ARZI’

and just bcoz u all had that little smile of ‘KNOWING’ on reading the last line...I feel like gifting u ‘ALL’ with today’s award...

The ‘EHSAAS’ award....

AHHHHHHHH........this scene...its ironies..its resemblances..its contradictions, its comparisons...

HATS OFF TO CREATIVES...

WHAT A BEAUTY....

*a sincere well meant CLAP*

ITS EVERY DAMN SECOND IS SYMBOLIC..

ITS EVERY DAMN MOMENT IS ICONIC...

ITS EVERY DAMN MINUTE IS SPELLBOUNDING....

ITS EVERY DAMN EMOTION IS WORTH FEELING..

ITS SO CLASSIC IN ITS APPEAL YET SO SIMPLE IN PORTRAYAL

ITS THE BEST METAPHORICAL REPRESENTATION OF ANY TWO CHARACTERS’

ITS JUST DAMN MAGIC YAAR.........

HERE IT IS....

If I had not named it “THE UNTOLD ARZIYAAN” then the second best option coming to my filmy mind is ...

“WHEN BLACK MEETS WHITE”

Right from the start of the scene...THE CONTRAST BEGINS...

First..THE COLOUR...the medium often used by any artist to convey the spirit of characters he is creating at his canvas..and well if it was not a moving picture then this scene would have easily qualified as the MOST BEAUTIFUL PAINTING....

what creatives had expressed in this scene just through the medium of colours ARSHI are wearing is no less than MONALISA in its grandeur...

*arey u know me na..I LOVE MY SILLY EXAGGERATIONS—wink wink*

HE WAS IN THE COLOUR WHICH ABSORBS ALL OTHERS--’BLACK’

SHE WAS IN THE COLOUR WHICH CHANGES  DESTINY OF EVERY OTHER COLOUR--’WHITE’

But..even ‘BLACK’ colour can’t compete when ‘WHITE’ starts showing its true colours...  *hehehe---the ‘PUN INTENDED‘ MODE*

And isn’t that what happened around here too..As soon as she started entering his life..the black sheets started fading and purity of HER heart melted away all his BLACK daemons...

SHE WAS ALWAYS ‘WHITE’ the colour of purity..the colour of simplicity...the colour of serenity...the colour of grace ...the colour of poise...the colour of dignity....THE COLOUR OF ‘SOUL’.

BUT MOST OFTEN HIS ‘BLACK’ WAS MISJUDGED .....yes his actions were black at the edges..yes his persona was DARK in its appearance...yes he rejoiced in the twisty gloominess of air that surrounded him..BUT HE WAS SOO NOT ‘BLACK’ AT HEART...

WHY WAS HE STANDING AT THE FOOTSTEPS OF A POWER HE DIDNT BELIEVED IN...FOR HIS ‘DI’...why did he covered his head while entering...BCOZ HE CARED...BCOZ HE RESPECTED...he was a family man at heart...BLACK WAS HIS SHIELD.....

I am kindaa repeating my words but feel like adding here that...

“BLACK WAS HIS MODE OF SURVIVAL “

And then who said we didn’t loved him when he was in his “BLACK MODE”.....his raw intensity was ornamented with this facet of his character....THIS WAS WHAT WAS UNIQUE ABUOUT HIM....

HIS DARK APPROACH MADE HIM SOOO LETHALLY SEXY....

HIS RUDE MANNERS ADDED THE NOVELTY...

YES..HE WAS BLACK *FIGURATIVELY * BUT ISNT BLACK THE MOST DESIROUS COLOUR OF THEM ALL......

Well..The scene starts and distinguishing realities emerge.....

HE is in his kind of lavish car..

SHE is in her types’ of basic necessity...

HE is still so unhappy..SHE is still so content...

*a little offside remark..isnt he looking just deliciously yummy in those sunglasses----ahhhhh if HE WAS A LOLLY..I WOULD HAVE LICKED HIM SLOWLY N GENTLY FOR INFINITY...YUMMY..YUMMY.... –G-WINK*

AHEM AHEM.....returning back to the topic...

This is where the magic starts...this is where the ARZIYAAN starts....

THE MOST EXPLICATORY AND COMPARATIVE WALK BEGINS....

SHE adjusts the dupatta in RESPECT of her most adored 3 pm friend *yeahhh..she loved chit chatting with all kindaa of gods ‘24 *7’ with devi maiyya being her most fav*

HE puts on the bandanna in RESPECT of his DI.

SHE walks on with her trademark calm angelic smile..

HE walks on with his trademark gloomy n withdrawn steps..

SHE accepts and performs rituals....

HE ofcourse denies them all...

SHE as usual is playful yet elegant..jumpy yet relaxed....

HE as usual is bored yet compliant...remote yet present...

She plays with her deity...

HE gives his brooding dead look to not only GOD but all his creations moving around...

She being her ever selfless and kind types’...gives qualms to every needy she encounters...

HE too gives them something *arey he was no kanjoos*...gifts them all with a *DO SOMETHING WITH UR LIFE * look...

AND THERE FLOWING BETWEEN THEM WAS ‘ALMIGHTY’ HIMSELF.....BRIDGING THE GAPS....CREATING THE CHAIN...FULFILLING THE ‘UNTOLD ARZIYAAN”....

Can any two characters’ get more representational and illustrative description....

Just close your eyes and replay the ‘WALK’ in ur minds....

THE ENTIRE ARSHI EXPERIENCE WILL REFLECT ITSELF IN THOSE FEW MOMENTS

Ahhhhhhhh....ITS SOOO DAMN STUNNING AN EVENT...WATCH IT INFINTE NO. OF TIMES STILL IT APPEARS FRESH AND RENEWED EACH TIME...

And gals...hold ur breadths now..boz what happens next...has the capability to do that....

JUST LIKE THE CALMLY FLOWING BREEZE...SHE CROSSES HIM AND HER ‘WHITE’ DUPATTA GENTLY SLIDES AGAINST HIM.....

AWWWWWWW...SO EXQUISITE...

Just like in witches movies..when witch moves the wand a bright magical light appears and hero is spellbound...here OUR LOVE WAND DID THE SAME TRICK ...and wasn’t she the most  cutest n fairest witch...

HIS EYES FOLLOWED THE FAIRY AS IF SAYING.....

  

 HAWA TUM..

NASHA TUM..

MERI RAAHTOON KA PATA 
TUM..

MERE AIBOON KO JO DHAK 
DE..

WOH PAAK SI RIDA HO TUM...

I just hum these lines whenever I watch this scene..right now I am feeling why I had to write soo much about this scene...if I had written these lines only..u all would have understood n accepted..kyun hai na??

SHE WAS THE CURATIVE BREEZE WHICH COVERED HIS FLAWS....

SHE WAS GOD’S BLESSINGS FOR HIM..

AND then once again god acted as the bridge..standing on opposite sides of that divine partition..a slight look was exchanged and AHHHHHH.... ‘ASR’ met his inner ARNAV in that moment...

EK KHUSHBOO AATI THI....

(THERE CAME A FRAGRANCE)

MAIN BHATAKTA JAATA THA...

(AND I LOST MY CONTROL)

RESHMI SI MAAYA THI..

(THERE WAS A SILKY VISION)

AUR MAIN TAKTA JAATA THA...

(AND I WAS KEPT STARING AT IT )

SOOO DAMN GORGEOUS...........

And well..she was never less than him in any way whatsoever...if he was making his kind of ARZIYAAN...then how could she lag behind...she made her kind of ARZIYAAN...

“AGAR WOH HUMEIN DOBARA MILA NA..TOH HUM USSE USKI GALTI KI SAZAA ZAROOR DILAYENGE”...

Hehehe...Well whatever maybe be her silly logic for her prayers..at the end of the day...

SHE TOO MADE THE ARZIYAAN...

SHE TOO WISHED FOR ‘HIM’ ONLY...

AND OFCOURSE HER ARZIYAAN WERE ‘UNTOLD’ TOO...

P.S....the lines “hawa tum..nasha tum...”are not my creation...they are from the song “CHUPKE SE AAYE”by Atif Aslam and there is one very beautiful vm made on this song by coldyfriend1...I soo wanted to include tht vm here,,,but ,,,bitchy reality logics ...I hope one day she will become my friend and gift me that vm to include it here.