oh the moving, swishing, swivelling, shrinking, growing spaces of rm. but then this is the magical mystical castle of the evil sorcerer, here anything can happen. when he says get out, we pass out and the rooms flip places, when he yells shut up, we pass out and the swimming pool flies to di's room, when he grates out kya kar rahi ho tum, we do that yes fainting thing and the entrance moves left or right, when he raises an eyebrow, we stop breathing and dm's mandir disappears only to reappear when needed, when he hollers hari prakaaash, i fall on the floor slobbering, doors and/or french windows appear at the poolside, when he clenches his jaw and lowers his head fixing someone with a hard stare, we gulp and choke, the bathroom runs to take position behind a door which till now was an entrance from a mysterious passageway, when he gives a lopsided smile, we pass out with that predictability of ours while a guest room comes into being out of thin air.
from that guest room on the ground floor through walls, and not boring windows, one can see the evil one watering his plants, and he can also look out of exactly where no one knows and while watering plants see his quarry wearing saree in a room far away on another floor... something about magic and them plants i think.
of course, when he says come, we all collapse in a heap while guests vanish from the hall so that he can stand brooding at the large windows after an almost kiss.
ah the many wonders of rm...
i could never figure out the layout or the architecture of the place but the makers could give p c sirkar and houdini and david blaine a complex i had no doubt.
but i am shallow, shallower than the 3 by 5 puddle abutting a certain fellow's room, where the fake tree and the fake creeper grow. the evil sorcerer was so good looking i said to h with coordinates and mundane plausibility... take me to your master, flying pool.
just one look
is all it took

there was jadoo at play. an evil sorcerer held sway.
not much of a party animal he, but just see what he does with one look. well, he makes swimming pools and bathrooms fly around rm, not to mention the entrance and all the rooms...
what's a gossamer chiffon pallu to him.
for all those who thought rabba ve just happened like that, here's the truth.
it was all along the evil one.
one look.
and the pallu flew.
and she knew.
this was it.
the wind in shock
did gasp and say
rabba ve... ey.. ey..
the real party had begun.
those who love ipkknd know, there's a touch of magic there, not just the jodi type which leaves you jaw dropping, hyperventilating and feeling fairly brain unencumbered, the dhadkane in your heart deafening, your shin in goosebump state...
there was jadoo of a different kind, a nasha... and the spell was cast by the evil one. sometimes he didn't have to move, or even show his face.
see what i mean? the only thing that could counter it was a miraculous antidote... pure unadulterated sanak.
ah the days of evil sorceror and the goddess of sanka.
to jadoo, nasha and sanka... hamesha.
though the show is over it's not yet over... have you noticed? told ya... there's sorcery.
the last day of ipk triggers all sorts of feelings and passions... thought i'd post about that theory of the evil sorceror today, these are from posts made earlier on the blast from the past threads... it's all of course in jest, and yet, there was some sort of jadoo here always. who knows what might happen when he yells shut up or get out again. thanks for reading, do leave your thoughts on ipk here... happy mad crazy ones, those we always keep in our gullak, which we'll never break. Edited by indi52 - 10 years ago