Third Anniversary at Blast from the Past : Gulaab, Kaanta and IPK - Page 6

Originally posted by: Javeria3991

"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.

rnav 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!

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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Originally posted by: Javeria3991

Arnav and Khushi love saga was titled star crossed because it was full of twists and turns presented with spices, up to the mark of perfection. Barun and Sanyah did their best work to present mixed emotion of Love and hate between two souls. The biggest obstacle in their love story ws the lack of trust which lacked communication that rose misunderstandings between them. Love isn't the most important thing in a relationship, another vital factor is trust.

If love was a blessing then it was a curse too. An eclipse shadowed their love.

"A villain must be a thing of power, handled with delicacy and grace. He must be wicked enough to excite our aversion, strong enough to arouse our fear, human enough to awaken some transient gleam of sympathy. We must triumph in his downfall, yet not barbarously nor with contempt, and the close of his career must be in harmony with all its previous development."-Agnes Repplier

Shyam Manohar Jha crossed all the limits of villainy and even defeated the worst villains of Ekta Kapoor soaps which I used to consider the best. He was even the master of Arnav in manipulating others. His entry in the drama was super cool and impressive. He saved a baichari (helpless) Khushi and thus became a knight in shining armor and shareef (virtuous) in the eyes of Khushi's family. He was very clever and wicked and knows how to impress others using his sugar coated phrases. I think I will not be appreciated if I say that I found Shyam character more intriguing and interesting than Arnav. His mask of innocence, patience and expressionless face brilliantly fooled others and his actions always amazed me. It was shocking finding him Anjali mysterious husband who was fooling two great women at a time very smartly under the nose of Arnav and later when Shyam was caught Arnav still couldn't noticed his actual game plan. Arnav believed Shyam obsession for Khushi which made him blind and in the end Arnav shattered khushi's dreams, broke her and made her suffered without being at fault.

Shyam didn't give up on Khushi when he recognized his saalesahib in love with Khushi, not even when Arnav married her. He was very stubborn and was determined to snatch everything Arnav loves; his hard earned money and property, his world Anjali, and life Khushi. He was very jealous of Arnav and that's why couldn't see him blissful. He added thrill in the drama. He didn't lose when Khushi saved Arnav and turns the table in his favor but he forgets that he himself confessed his obsession with Khushi in front of Arnav which made him loose. I think in the end of his role, nothing mattered to him. He just wanted revenge from everyone for destroying his perfect game plan, he didn't care for his marriage, neither the guilt of killing his own daughter haunted him, even Khushi was unimportant because she was of Arnav in every way. He always used Anjali as his escape card but in the end he lost a gem like Anjali too, he deserved the slap for playing and destroying Anjali life.

I am diehard fan of Khushi strong character than of Arnav in the serial; I love her character which has many shades. She fell in love with a Shaitaan, she knew in what she was getting into. Khushi was developing feelings for a man who abhorred being tie into a relationship and take them time wasting as they are not productive and interesting like his business deals and business contracts. And when she started making him believe in love, fate played another cruel game with them and they end up hating each other. The love hate track, six month marriage contract took away our rest and sleep and the thought that it was all a misunderstanding was killing because it was hurting them both too much. They were burning in love and were asking this question from their heart "Kyun dard hai itna terey ishq mein?" When Khushi recognized her love for Arnav, the reason of her acidity and that he is all that matter, she accepted it whole heartedly. Khushi loved Arnav despite all the mess in his life, regardless how moody, rude and hot tempered personality which at many times made very hard for her to handle him but still she fought for him, for their love and marriage because she wants to be a part of his present and future. She believes in the goodness which was present in his heart and that's why she bear his accusations being a cheat and characterless woman. She saved his life without caring hers and that moment ASR was replaced by Arnav who had a beating heart inside him which was beating for Khushi. She became his strength to defeat his past demons, healed his cracked heart and reintroduce to the beautiful life and its simplest joys. And Arnav too hold her tightly in his life, ended up their contract and fulfilled her every dream. They both went through their share of hardships and pain in love, though it was agonizing at times, depressing, unbearable and unfair but with love comes a great power called "hope" which never let the steps falter. They both hold the thread of hope and look what they got return at the end. Trusts, faith, loyalty, honesty, courage, most importantly LOVE.

"What is it which makes a man and a woman knows that they, of all other men and women in the world, belong to each other? Is it no more than chance and meeting? No more than being alive together in the world at the same time? Is it only a curve of the throat, a line of the chin, the way the eyes are set, a way of speaking? Or is it something deeper and stranger, something beyond meeting, something beyond chance and fortune? Are there others, in other times of the world, whom we should have loved, who would have loved us? Is there, perhaps, one soul among all others--among all who have lived, the endless generations, from world's end to world's end--who must love us or die? And whom we must love, in turn--whom we must seek all our lives long--headlong and homesick--until the end?" Robert Nathan, Portrait of Jennie

The chemistry which Sanayah and Barun show case as Khushi and Arnav, I have never came across it in any drama. It was visible in their eyes, in their actions and expressions. Just the thought of their love scenes gives me goose bumps and I too fell in love in their idea of feeling in love with each other and Rabba vey became a love anthem. I have never seen the romance they did and the chemistry they shared on the TV except in movies. They didn't used to touch each other so much but their words were enough to create the magic. They made us crazy, we cried when they were disturbed, we became ecstatic when they were happy. Though Arnav and Kushi are just two fictional characters but stupendous performance of Barun and Sanayah and their fascinating love story made me believe that they are among us in this world.

This whole journey of IPKKND taught me a lot. Every experience is imprinted on my mind. I adore Khushi's never to give up nature and valuing family, Arnav's dedication to his work and his sense of responsibility as he was the man and bread earner of the family. I am still inspired of the power from which he copes up everything and took control of his life and qismat in his inexperienced hands. In a way Arnav and Khushi were same as both lost their parents and created a new world on their own. Khushi's new world was enlightened by love and saw brighter side to everything. While Arnav's world was dark, hatred and full of distrust but Khushi made it bright with her smile and started making holes in his tough exterior and Arnav didn't even realized. It's only magic because I don't know what to name it that how this serial silently made a very special place in my heart and life. Its memories are precious which have always made me smile every now and then.

This serial isn't a teleplay anymore; it has become a part of our lives. Barun and sanayah flawless acting made Arnav and khushi every household name. IPKKND didn't got popular just because of sizzling chemistry between Arnav and Khushi but also because of Shyam devilish nature and schemes, rocking naniji's wisdom, mami's makupiya touchipya and childish nature, a happy to go lucky guy NK, sweet Anjali Di, cool and calm Akash, shy Payal, loyal prakash brothers, cute Buaji always chanting Nandkishore after Khushi's Devi mayah, affectionate Garima and Shashi, a dear helper happyji, always interrupting Aman Mathur, awesome reporter Kamlesh khabriji, even never seen cockroach is also included.

"Kash mein tum se nafrat kar pati" "Kash mein tum se Muhabbat kar pata"

"Nafrat paas anney na de, Muhabbat doorh janey na de, tu Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon?!?"

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.

"Everyone says love hurts, but that isn't true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone get these feelings confuse with love, but in reality love is the only thing in this world that covers up all pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in this world that does not hurt."

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. 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.

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..

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.

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.

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 ...