
has it been two years already?
and why does the word two have such a thrill in it? could it be because two make a jodi?
one for sorrow... two for jodi.
a jodi that makes us hang out here till we forget to count the minutes the hours the years passing by and we wake up one day and say, what the, two years already?
they're closing it down... they're shutting it down... how can they... how could they... how will we survive. shut up, it's a tv show and let us use a brilliant cliche and say to you... move on. the last days of november 2012 were not easy.
okay, i think they were nightmarish.
but then along came...
shut up, get out, and put on that seatbelt too because we are going nowhere, we're sitting right here and setting off on a ride... in our suv and scooter, careening down the lanes and byways of lakshminagar, cruising along the avenues around shantivan, and sometimes we will hop into a helicopter for a recce of sheeshmahal, also drive open top jeeps to deadly clifftops where you get a killer kind of love... we realise this ride may be dangerous for our sanity, but really if someone came and gave you hamesha would you primly sit back, turn off the comp and say in a cool rational voice, no, i just want sanity, bas.
along came...
two girls... see? two is important. doctor and her friend risha... and they started a thread which would go right back and start all over again rather than go forward and stop everything. time had to be travelled, because forever had to be won... and so we all lifted off ...
along came...
blast from the past. 3 december 2012.
uff.
will never forget the feeling of that third of december. eight in the evening ist, episode one was up. no, you really can't finish off something that isn't over yet.
iss pyaar ko kya naam doon? was on air again, samjhi tum.
hey, doc and risha, wherever you are, hope exams went fabulously and thank you so much.
of course, it's been the most fascinating ride of my life, this crazy thread. can't believe we're still here, can't believe it not being here. so much has happened, i mean really... how much we have written, edited, vmed, giffed, fanficed, poemed, riddled, even agreed sweetly, disagreed sourly, how many of us have met and become friends here; even people who may never ever see each other but who are more dear than many people we do see and meet in what is called ad.
but here we keep alive a happy defiant skd, don't we?
(without a strong unshakable skd is anything worthwhile even possible? shut up, indi. stop talking nonsense, this is a tv show you are mad about mainly because you know ahem why... okay okay okay...)
because maybe that's the most powerful story of ipk... never give up... if you have found love, hold on, hang in there, it's a bit of an skd thing, but never ever ever say nahiiin! gimme ad instead.
my dear blasters, those who have been here from day one and all those joining later, even those casually dropping in for a chat and of course, those who no longer visit but were blasters once...
led by ami we've found a lovely name for this kya naam doon moment.
blasterversary.
and it really is, because it is such a one of a kind thing. i mean if it's your wedding anniversary you can say that... if you're celebrating your bday, or child or whoever's bday, you can say it's a birthday... but how do you say i am celebrating a day when we joined a thread in the virtual world where we've met regularly over time and have kept alive something special, never given up hope, always loved fully and with passion, not bothered to be too rational, in fact plunged into all that's outside it and learned so much, had such fun, or er ah um, had such a blast, and actually this thread feels more real and it is more real dammit! than many things we are told are that, and now it's two years of this entire slightly extra terrestrial experience...
i mean how do you say all of that and more, in one word?
ami, of course, came up with the idea just like that, and in no time we had...
blasterversary.
unbelievable.
that simple and that potent, like a crooked plait or pompom or a jalebi or a slim tie or a grey suit or a brown one or a waistcoat or perhaps an suv or a...
kya tum mujhe sun sakti ho? can you hear me? hamesha....
welcome to our 2nd blasterversary thread.
through this december weekend and more, let's celebrate iss pyaar ko kya naam doon? and everything that it is, from op to lakshmi ji via all those people and places and things that give us constant acidity. (no, thank you, rennies won't do the trick, nor zantac... there's jadoo tona involved here and we are delighted to be in grave discomfort, jai devi maiyya ki).
i love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
i love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so i love you because i know no other way than this:
where i does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as i fall asleep.
~~~ pablo neruda, sonnet xvii ~~~







~~~ Durga~~~
come and star gaze with us...
let vishwas beat the battle of sach ya jhoot...

lose your heart and a payal maybe. who knows when you might meet a gregarious bua ji or a gaudy mami or a very circumspect goat... here anything is possible... this is the bhoolbhulaiyya where dil and dimag are lost and you pray they may never be found.

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