Wali: Woh… Us din najaaney…. main ghussey mein aap se kya kuch keh gaya…
Mujhe aap se is tarah pesh nahin aana chahiye tha ….
Agar aap ko meri koi baat buri lagi ho… tau aap ….
I am plenty aggravated with this installment – the beyond loud background score, the constant repetition of the once lovely sounding but now extremely annoying OST, inaudible dialogues, never-ending scenes, and Wali seeming in desperate need of the dry-cleaner to return his clothes asap – but all my complaints melt away when I think to the fabulous Mahjabeen and Wali scenes, out of which the exquisitely done three and a half minute opening sequence was the pick of the episode for me.
Last week we had seen Wali re-thinking his harshness with Mahjabeen. Though he didn’t say the words, the repentance was all there in the gentleness with which he took care of her. This latest episode opened with a very hesitant Wali literally willing himself to walk into Mahjabeen’s room and deliver the apology he knew he owed her. Though she would never rebuke him, but after all these years Wali knows her perhaps better than she knows herself. He knows his angry words have cut her deeply. Though Mahjabeen would never admit to it, Wali knows he has hurt her very soul – only words can ease the the pain that words have caused.
But, this is Mahjabeen, not Neelam. A glib “I am sorry” would not suffice. Mahjabeen and Wali both know all too well how meaningless those three words are… hence, though inelegant and incoherently strung together, this apology, without the requisite “sorry”, was that much more heartfelt and carried so much more import than the one Wali had offered Neelam just a few weeks ago. This one was for Mahjabeen – the woman he respects more than anybody else in this world. His relief, at her acceptance of his apology, was palpable as he watched her rest, both so much more at ease after clearing the air.
Though the world made many a guess about the nature of their relationship, theirs was one which was best left unnamed. When we first met them, there was friction no doubt, but nonetheless there had been a purity about their bond, forged as it was out of intense pain, unvoiced affection and tremendous respect. But now that there are intruders aplenty in their once private world, Mahjabeen and Wali’s relationship has changed. The sparks of awareness between them cannot be ignored. That all sparks have a fleeting moment of glory before they fizzle out is an undeniable reality. Will Mahjabeen and Wali’s relationship meet a similar fate is a question open to speculation.
For now winds of change are affecting both, as they look to the past to make sense of that which is staring them in the face. Wali, who as child did not think twice before running to Mahjabeen seeking shelter from scary thunderstorms, now thinks twice, thrice and four times about returning a mere hair clip to Mahjabeen. On her end, Mahjabeen, who was in forced into mothering someone else’ child, cannot ignore that this man freeing her dupatta and gazing at her ever so intently is NOT her son… she is NOT his mother. Robbed of enjoying a full life with the man she loved, she can only look up longingly at birds free to fly where they want. With her wings cruelly clipped by archaic customs and cruel keepers of age old traditions Mahjabeen can only meet her loved ones secretly. One can only presume that the faithful servants are in on the secret, she does not tell on them and and in turn they do not say any thing about her meetings to Baray Sahab or Wali.
Neelam, though away at school, is still not that far away that she cannot sense the change. Her sobbing, when presumably Wali does not respond to her overtures on the phone, speaks louder than than the little white lies she told her sister about Wali being in constant touch with her, the truth a little bit more darker than the rose colored fantasy her teen aged mind had constructed. Add to that her bratty sister Minahil’s reporting and Mrs. Neelam Wali is all set to surprise her beloved hubby with what looks like is going to a be very unwelcome visit.
Yes, this was an absorbing episode, but I would have to stop short of calling it thoroughly enjoyable. Despite Sania and Fawad’s brilliant acting, Myra Sajid’s compelling script and Ahson’s fabulous story telling skills, I have to say that watching Numm is turning into a challenge. The editors need to stop padding the episodes with filler scenes, and start trimming overlong sequences. And, please, please, please, some one needs to take mercy on us poor viewers’ ears. The OST needs to stop playing as if its on a loop. Moreover, I had to really strain to hear what little dialogue there was … buried deep as these lines were under the blare of the horribly loud background score. At this point, there are not too many of us who are still into Numm and enjoying the ride... bas itni guzarish hai ke hum ko aur hamare sabar ko itna mat azmaiye!
Written by SZ~
Numm ~ Episode 8