Third Anniversary at Blast from the Past : Gulaab, Kaanta and IPK - Page 5

Originally posted by: Javeria3991

HAPPY 3RD ANNIVERSARY IPKKND

The new thread is looking fascinating and very beautiful.

I love its title and theme "GULAAB, KAANTA and IPK".

Indi , supriyaarshi, arhihamesha, Katelyn and DurgaS, you wonderful ladies have again done a stupendous job.

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I have too written something for third anniversary celebration thread. I hope you will like it, its a product of my messed up mind. *Fingers crossed*

"The greatest love stories are not those in which love is only spoken, but those in which it is acted upon."

Three years ago on this very day, an unforgettable and unthinkable love story began which made every one spell bounded with their each episode, enthralling scenes and a very gripping story.

Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon? What should I name this name? This intriguing title and promising promos hooked everyone and glued Indian telly viewers at the 8 PM time slot for more than one and the half year. Watching this drama became a part of daily routine, counting minutes and eagerly waiting for the next twist in this spell bounded love story. The most attracting feature of this drama was that it was not an ordinary saas bahu serial, it was a journey of two flawed people Arnav and Khushi to love who were poles apart, having different notions for life and relationships. i like what you say... yes, two flawed people, normal people... who would find an emotion that will bring them a sense of the infinite, the unmeasurable, the unboxable in life.

ha ha you know i am wary of pediatricians who smile too much and now looking at the man on the left, of bosses who are too sweet. give me the khadoos one any day. i know when i need him really, he'll be there.

Arnav Singh Raizada, a hardheaded, callous, ruthless, arrogant, a self-made businessman who detested the idea of love because that beautiful feeling made his mother leave him and sister alone in the world. The suicide of his mother, the cheat of his father and the deceit of his chachaji led the darkness inside his soul and captured his golden heart. His sole world was his sister Anjali and just one thought ran in his mind, money. In his own words

"Paisa mera shook nahin paisha hai."

"Tum Bholna mat kyunkey main Yaad rakhoon ga"

ASR didn't forget the horrible moment of his life when he and his limp sister were thrown on the streets penniless. That moment Arnav Malik died and from its ashes Arnav Singh Raizada rose to conquer the world. That Arnav Singh Raizada didn't waste his time crying over a death of his mother, he focused on the realities of life and built an empire from a scratch with the help of his maternal relatives. Arnav was a change man but he didn't forget his past. The wounds of past were still fester even after twelve years of his mother death when Arnav Singh Raizada came back to his birth city Lucknow to proclaimed back his rights which were snatched from him by his cunning and heartless uncle. The vow he made to himself in his teens was fulfilled; he won the deal and successfully made his place among the most successful businessmen and richest people of the country. But in this race to achieve best, the real, kind, lively Arnav got lost. He was still restless and the feeling that something's missing wasn't letting him breath peacefully and he did at which he was best, avoid and concentrated on success.

Well I'm going home

Downhearted and hoping

Most days I try

My best to put on a brave face

But inside

My bones are cold and my heart breaks

But all the while

Something's keeping me safe and alive

But so many people are looking to me

To be strong and to fight

But I'm just surviving

And I may be weak but I'm never defeated

And I won't give up like this

I will be given strength

Now that I've found it

Nothing can take that away

And I'll keep believing

In clouds with that sweet silver lining

Loneliness, unrest and disinterest in life were clearly caught in his eyes.

Arnav was successful but not happy!

He was rich but not content!

CREDIT TO THE MAKER:RAFAHELI

His icy cold life and dormant heart was upheaval by a bubbly, cute, cheerful and lively girl who penetrated in his heart the moment she fell in his arms. The epic scene of their first fall embarked his journey to the second chance towards life, trust, belief and love. Khushi Kumari Gupta was the epitome of kindness, simplicity and beauty who took her decision using Dil unlike Arnav who always prefer facts and his Harvard mind. She was titaliya who used to flutter without a care, her bright and beautiful presence lit up other people dark and dull world.

She was an orphan like Arnav who could do anything for her family, even could end her life without thinking twice; she strongly believes in live and let other live. She was an ordinary girl, who created her own sapnoon ki jaisey khoobsurat dunyah in her new family, dreamt of simple and lovely life with her rajkumaar and was a smart, mature woman. Never to bow down spirit and courage made her special to be get notice by the great ASR. He was captivated by the personality and courage of a simplest girl who has no aukaat and wasn't classy and sophisticated. Khushi told him the difference between his business and personal life. She forced him to think about his meaningless rules and notions he created for relationships especially for marriage. He always challenged the innocent Khushi who dared to stand and spoke in front of him. ASR was losing for the first time and that too in front of a mere small town girl. Khushi was the only one who made Arnav listen and understand and was a perfect match for his life partner. Khushi beauty and innocence arouse feelings of desires and increased his heart beats which was beautifully presented on their Dewali almost kiss. That day Arnav was surprise of the feelings which he never felt for any woman in his life. He was more of a scared than confuse and broke Khushi's heart by shaking her sapnoon ki dunyah because he was afraid of the consequences indulging in these new emotions which were gripping him tight. They tried a lot to avoid each other but an unknown dhagga intertwined their hearts and lives which made impossible for them to live without each other. Khushi was becoming a drug to which Arnav was getting addicted to.

Arnav and Khushi were an odd pair but they were perfect to be soul mates. Khushi was the miracle which nani and Anjali prayed to happen in their chotte life, the one who gave him enough strength to fight the demons of his heart and move forward in his life.

"A true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A soul mate's purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacle and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in" -Elizabeth Gilbert

The moment Khushi fell in Arnav's arm, love knocked on their heart but still I cannot pin point the exact moment Khushi actually fell in love with Arnav. Was it when he bought pigeons for an upset girl? Was it when he beat the goons who dare to push sick Khushi? Was it when he quietly paid Khushi father medical expenses, Khushi was angry but she like his help too? Was it one he gave her his shoulder to cry? Was it when he participated in Khushi cute and stupid plans to bring his jeeji and Akash together? Was it when they passionately danced together on Teri Meri forgetting the world as an excuse to complete her performance? Was it when he leashed his anxiety coated with anger, he was terrified with the thought that something bad happened to her? Was it when he started realizing that his di words for soul mates and sansein rookjaeingi are actually true which led both to suffer from acidity and teez dharkanein? Was it when he ordered a truck load of pattals for helping Khushi in Lunch? These all moments intensify the love which was started quietly in her heart.

"Pyaar tu bas kabhi bhi ho jata hai"

Every viewer was in love with the sweet, caring, flirtatious and naughty Arnav during Akash and Payal marriage celebrations, he was a perfect Rajkumaar. The awesome performance of Barun and Sanayah, the idea of watching two people falling and experiencing the beautiful emotion of love was very enthralling. But love stories won't get great until they are tested.

"Yeh ishq nahin asaan bus itna samajh lijye, ek aagg ka darya hai or dhoob ke jana hai."

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"The serial began to find the answer for two souls who are torn between love and hate. Can Love be given a different name in this condition? Yes it can but not one. Love has many shades and titles. This stupendous tale gave "Love" different meanings. Love isn't just an emotion between two lovers, it's a promise which every sister and brother made on Rakshash bandhan that s/he will safeguard their siblings from every danger. Love is a financial help from aunt for her orphan nephew's studies and business by selling her all jewels. Love is the obsession and pagalpan which can force anyone to perform fatal crimes. It's an affection of a mother, trust on her strong daughters, and her silence for the betterment of her children future. Love is obediently and dutifully following the steps of an elder brother. Love is making an upset and gloomy girl smile by quietly adding an extra coin in her washing powder pack. Love is a silent apology earned by a gol gappa treat, participating in a wedding celebrations for the happiness of love ones. It's hidden behind "Farak Parhta hai" and "Tum/App theek ho?" lovely phrases. Love is indulging in a cute activity of finding deceased parents in stars; it's a hug which fades away every sorrow. Love is trying to make jalebis for the first time to pacify an angry wife. Love is Rabba vey, acidity and dhak dhak and many more... Love definition in words of Arnav Singh Raizada

"Main tumhari khoobsurat ankhoon ki baat nahin karaho hoon,

jis tarah hum ek dossrey ka haath pakartein hain main us ki baat nahin kar raha hoon.

Main us ehsaas ki baat kar raha hoon jo hum tab mehsoos kartey hain jab hum ek doorey sey dorh hotey hai..

dorh reh ke bhi ek dosrey ke pass hotey hain or yehi PYAAR hai"

Every scene of the serial gave Love a new definition. Is it necessary to give a specific name to Love? I have watched this drama from beginning to last episode but I have been always failing to term that Love, depicted outstandingly. I don't think LOVE; a sacred emotion should be name. I came to conclusion that it's the feeling and emotions you share with the person hold meaning, not the name which you give to it."

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Originally posted by: aarwen

She put on those running shoes underneath her shimmering lehenga, kick started her isskooter and took us right alongside her on a ride of a lifetime. She looked up at the flying helicopter overhead and we stared right with her. Unknown to her and us, in flew our rajkumar.

He took off those black shades and stared right into our hearts. Those long strides on Sheesh Mahal's fabled grounds had him entering our souls. Laying a claim on it. What happened to him mattered. Why those eyes had those haunting shadows mattered.

She landed in his arms and a love story like we had never seen before started. His inert face came alive. She quivered in those strong arms and we shivered with her. Anger got a new name, Arnav Singh Raizada. gorgeous. Style got a new name Arnav Singh Raizada. The word Hero got a new name, Arnav Singh Raizada. And soon I was shopping for dresses with pearl doris on them. Ready to have them ripped in anger. Ready to open my straight long black hair and have it swish unrestrained across my back in reply.

It is really not long. Not three years but more like 8 moths that I know this show. It feels enough.

Before I knew it on my ha..ha.. happy days I was singing a new song.. Aaj mausam hai suhana.. When I looked at a tray full of mithai earlier I thought of my dadaji who loved mithai. Now I think of Khushi Kumari Gupta.

When I walk across a deserted parking lot I look around to see if a thin young girl drenched in rain has been saved by a man who thinks he hates her. When I wear red I sigh in frustration because I can never look as amazing as the girl who took his breath away.

My phone ringtone sings rabba ve. I refuse to put it in silent even in office. My husband knows the song and hums it with me when he wants to make me happy. My friends know it means something. I meet random people and tell them I like a show which has this song rabba ve. The person sitting behind me in office knows she will see colorful pictures on my screen most days. are you my twin sister? okay no ring tone, but the rest... just now a poor young boy i met for the very first tine got an asr khushi dose.

When I see a person with a bluetooth he is no longer a show off. He is another reason to remember the one I need no reason to remember. Tycoons are from harvard who write contracts for marriages. And damaadji's study from haridvar.

My favourite quotes are no longer from books, they are from 2 lovers who redefined love for me. My favourite heros' would be from English classics now it is one character from an Indian television show. My favourite movie actor is Shahrukh khan, but am waiting to call someone else my favourite actor. He perhaps already is. And did I hear he has a three film deal?

I look at elder ladies in my family and try to find a nani. Look for a glimpse of a hello hi bye bye. Long to hear a voice say Hai re nand kisore. When I smile, and sometimes even when my husband smiles we scrunch up our eyes like a certain religious elder sister does when she is happy.

Words end with wa.. Snakewa, bitwa.. And I try hard to speak broken english.. yes, tired of being angrezon ke zamaaney ke jailer, hello hi...

Orange juice, Pakori, golgappa, channa and even 'dumb aaloos' have all become part of my diet. Sanka is a precise art I have learned to identify. Its strength apparent to me in how a girl handled anger, problems, life.

I like crooked plaits. I like flying dupattas. I like jaipuri chappal. I love silver payals. me me.

A picture of a boyish charming laughter never fails to bring a smile on my face. And a girl playing blind man's buff with a servant makes the smile turn to a wide grin. Of course servants are not servants if their names don't end with a Prakash.

Ajeeb, tum thik ho, farak parna have become copyrighted words. No one can say it without my mind racing to some other significant event between the man and woman. Soon the memory turns to how he holds, how she reacts. How he steps forward, how she moves back. I become daring as I think of the unthinkable. As I want a girl to act on the attraction. Want a man to be able to show the attraction.

I always loved looking at stars. But now when I gaze up all I do is say thank you for the happiness that I have got in my life. For letting my belief in love strengthen. For introducing me to something out of this world. When I look at stars now all I can think of is two lovely ajeeb people madly in the most beautiful ever love. beautiful.

Teri meri, ek do teen, oo la la, hawa hawai , namak ishq ka, mujhse shaadi karogi are all no longer related to different movies. They all bring the same stunning face before me.

Holi, diwali will never just be festivals. Heartbeats are all dhakane now.. Confessing love.. being near the one you love should always involve a rapid increase in the very same dhakarne.. And also an increase in acidity..

I love mehendi. But now when I apply it the smile is because a certain someone also always had 'A' in her name. And a kiss is as nice as an 'almost' kiss.

If am sad I no longer blame life. If am upset I no longer blame the world. It is all the fault of AD when I would be better off in SKD.

Lakshmiji is not a godess anymore. And 'mere bhagwanji', as I would say, is quite often replaced by devi maiyya as I hit my head with my palm. With it I tend to use words like parmeshwari and sankadevi. Add in a healthy dose of titliya as well.

When someone is holding on to someone I think its not the correct pose if not holding on to a little of the shirt. Am better at dealing with sadness, better at dealing with anger. It needn't always be sweet in fact the jhagda adds in the much needed spice. I now know better when to be quiet, and I know when to be chirpy when my man is upset. My husband's name has the perfect letters. And all you need to do is replace a 'v' with a 'b' to make me a fan from a wife. My marriage anniversary is not just my own but shared with the very same person am a fan of.

What the, dammit definitely a part of my vocabulary. And I would have it no other way. Who says I love you anymore. Its not love till it has a bit of dammit in it.

India Forum open on all browsers.. on my phone, laptop, ipad. Blasters my friends. My friends know their msgs may get delayed replies because I am busy replying to my forum friends. My friends no longer bother to call me mad, they know am completely irrevocably mad. My family when visitng know I may randomly get stuck looking at the screen typing furiously. My mornings start even before my eyes are open with me refreshing my posts. My nights end as my eyes are drooping still desperately refreshing my posts.

I no longer just read, I write as well. 👏 😃 😆 😳 Fan fiction reading as important as story book reading. I now take screen shots. I am no longer at a loss at what to ask for gifts. The best gift I got was HD episodes of IPK. I am no longer ever bored. There is always an episode to watch. A discussion to be part of.

If Iss Pyaar Ko Kyaa Naam Doon brought happiness, brightness, excitement in my life, blasters have brought in inspiration. Can't thank you both enough for making such a big difference in my life.

Happy anniversary everyone! I am very very extremely lucky to get a chance to enjoy the show and it is an absolute privilege that I get to enjoy it with you all.

Thank you ...

http://www.india-forums.com/tellybuzz/buzzin-hot/9540-star-plus-vaidehi-gets-its-final-title.htm

Came across this article recently which had this picture..

The two faces flash there alternately, a very happy, casual looking young guy and an ultra-contemporary south Bombay girl... do not have a semblance of asr and khushi in them even remotely...but after they donned them... looked as if they can't be anyone but asr and khushi...

and the rest is history..

...Who celebrates anniversaries for a show gone off air for more than an year... very morose analogy would be celebrating someone's birthday after their death...but they are celebrated.. to those special ones who are timeless.. who make history... so did this love story!

They were both perfect and imperfect in their own ways...then they started falling in love.. one of the or the most beautiful depictions of that undefinable state I came across...they remained in that transition state for a long time.. like in a chemical reaction, reactants and products are always accessible, but it's the hardest to isolate a transition state intermediate...to catch reactants WHILE they transition into products... What exactly IPK did... their continuous introspective struggles with themselves and with the other... the ebbs and tides of their emotions...beautifully caught...

Hum ko ab thak aashiqui ka who zamana yaad hai...

A thirst for a classic romance seems quenched for a life time ...like someone's hunger is thoroughly satisfied.. whose taste buds are treated to endless feast. I found my permanent niche.. here in the world of arnav and khushi... for hamesha!