Blast from the Past:10 Years? Unbelievable! - Page 7

confoosiya i am by this new formattiya.

inbhestigessun kareka padi.

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We thought we were done, but clearly, we aren't

They rule our hearts, it is so apparent

Arnav and Khushi, names that are inherent

In a show, unparalleled by, past or current

So hop on once more, onto the blasters' tide

As we take you on a whirlwind ride

To us, our threads, are our pearls of pride

Still, lots to talk, about Chote and his bride

that first line, durga. yes, we thought we were done. now look what happened. ahahaha. thank you for that insightful opener. wonderful lines. we’re back at blast again??? hey hey heyheyhey. the whirlwind is going to get us, our pearls of pride may they never scatter. to chhote and chhutki and all of us here… what a fab trip, thank h we had that white suv. and some pakoras to munch.

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dear kate, you keep getting better every day. how do you manage this? you always get the right moment, the right feeling, and of kos the right artistry dammit. feels so good to see that tagline… yes, with the blasters, those two and for hamesha. thank you for delighting the world of ipk.

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Fire & Ice

By: Mysticaldivine

“It seemed like forever ago, like we've had this brief but still infinite forever. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.”? ~ John Green~

Has it been only ten years? feels like we've known iss pyaar ko kya naam doon? like forever. In this world full of temporary things, Ipk gives us a perpetual feeling. Forever moment that we are not ready to end even now. Unbelievable. The perimeter of obsession never came down and took a different shape instead.

UNBELIEVABLE!

Aasman see aya farishta

pyaar ka sabaq sikhlane

[An angel came from the sky

to teach you a lesson of love]

What? What am I talking about here? He was no angel.

He was Shaitan[ Satan] Khushi's Prince vs Satan. But did he teach the lesson of love?

Well, we all know he was the one who wrote the destiny of his and hers. Who thought that a man in black will take off his aviators to make such a deal to rule the globe while a crazy woman with a helmet on will ride that slogan by signing that deal with this tycoon by herself. Welcome to the hell! Unbelievable man!

Where this couple came from? From heaven or hell?

Dil main hai tasweer yaar ki

aya hoon wo dikhlane

[ I have a pic of lover in my heart

and I am here to show you all]

Oh, he showed the glimpse of hell flashing her falling in his arms all over the globe. He told the entire universe, here she is. She was no less and made a deal with superpower Devi Maiya to see him once, just one to pound his meat and flesh instead. How could he dare only?

She left him in Lucknow...

He left her in Lucknow...

Really?

His aviators came down again but this time with a defeat and with an "Unbelievable!" look. Oh, she was in the same scooter, I mean boat. But one thing was sure this time, they both challenged each other for life, every time they faced each other.

She claimed...."Hum apka sara nuqsaan chuka dainge"[ I will repay each penny for your entire loss]

He declared..."Dekhte hain, tum bhi yaheen ho aur main bhi" [ We'll see. You are here and I am here too]

She swore..."Jeet humari hogi, chahe haal behaal hon" [ We will win no matter what?]

He asserted..."Tum ASR nahin ban sakti" [You can't be ASR]

[Nuqsaan, chot, dard,dhoka aur be aitbari ]

Loss, wound, pain, betrayal, and disbelief were the main ingredients this ASR turned into a modern "Prometheus" a god of fire. His intellectual side was emphasized by his name. Deep like the ocean and a fore-thinker.A master who learned to craft destiny and creation of mortal surroundings, beholding the wretch- the miserable monster whom he had created.

But even Greek gods have Aphrodite and this man ASR got his... The Crazy woman with a big smile and her name was Khushi.

Oh, he hated those lips with a smile and daring eyes or more of dreaming eyes. Those challenging avatar of her was crumbling his self-proclaimed empire of beliefs.

Did she care about angry khadoos also known as Mr. Laad Governor?

Nah, She was a dreamer. She was the one who could only find her way by moonlight with a cup of tea. Her punishment was that she could see the dawn before the rest of the world.

You know why?

Because he was there in her dreams to wake her up. but her sword was out the moment she was up.

Understood! She gave two hoots to your "Ms.Gupta" after waking up, you know? Any thug or gangster is better than you Mr.

The great man did everything he could to make Aphrodite's life one big hell but in return, he was burning himself. The very first time this "Chot" felt different when her life felt in danger in the guesthouse. He was melting instead. She was becoming the healer of his broken and fiery soul.

But he remained in power... Power of hell for her and for himself too.

The more he gave her wounds, the more he got in return cutting through his soul until the vicious cycle broke its hell. He rose from ashes but the ego never seized. In the game of ice and fire, both realized what mattered the most.

Did she ever surrender?

She reminded him with each wound daring him more. Don't forget, real beauty is in the fragility of rose petals. A rose that never wilts isn't a rose at all. She took all that he threw at her.

"Don't you dare show me your back Mr.Raizada..."

_ and he bowed down, accepted, confessed, and took an oath to make things "Right". His soul jolted when he felt her lifeless form in his arms, her silent lips without a smile, and closed eyes without throwing any deal or a dare back at him.

She became his biggest deal and he declared. What he had burnt, broke, and tore, he held the power to heal. He was the keeper of fragile things and he had kept of her that was indissoluble.

Prometheus became a true prince of his lady love.

Didn't she say she will change all the losses with the profit no matter what? She declared the winner of their love way before even realizing it.

Thumbs down Mr.Raizada!

Well, she had no idea she was the winner because he made sure of it.

Unbelievable!

Ipkknd, a winner over the globe yet the winner of our hearts. That's more like it.

Happy 10th Anniversary everyone!

Great write up, Faiqa... that familiar style.. a trip down the memory lane..those fabulous, fabulous edits...

Fire and Ice truly...while your symbolism was spot on as always.., loved the fun intermittent tadakas ... joyful read..

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Just awwing at this, Kate. No idea how you do it but your works are astounding every time.. the color scheme, the clarity... everything about it...stupendous..

Floating in the IPK abyss

No direction, no sign of axis

Gliding free, no need for practice

In this skd, no need for tactics

Sarees red, blue or green

That gaze quite simmering

Falls and catches, a zillion lifts

Dancing and swirling in quick swifts

Crispy jalebis and golgappas

Gulping straight from the dabbas

Sugarfree sweets and aloo pakoras

Recipes that give scintillating jhatkas

Dupattas, anklets and bangles

Time and again, trapped in tangles

Rangolis and a bhaangwali Holi

Drenched in colourful love wholly

Diyas, fireflies and stars

Guiding lights of pyaar

For when there is yakeen

None can come in between

So lost, no track of time

Awoken by a milestone chime

Took a while before realising it

It's been already, a decade dammit!

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The Tenth Anniversary Blast Poem By DurgaS

Truly caught the whole gist and all the modi operandi of the pagalpan duraga. Treat to read..

Originally posted by: indi52

why am i thinking of you today? why are you so much in my dimaag, in my di...

because it's tenth anniversary, laad governor!

laad governor? huh? what nonsense, dammit! don't you know I'm uss ladki? the girl in red?

girl in red, man in brown, woman in green, gussa in black, sanka in tight churidar, off centre plait, v at the centre of the nape of the neck at diwali, chamkili, kans mama, i hate you!, hum bhi aapse nafrat karte hain! badtameezi toh maine abhi shuru nahin ki!, hey devi maiyya!, how could you?, koi faraq nahin padta!, aap theek toh hain na? koi matlab nahin!, koi matlab nahin?, aapko isse kya faraq padta hai? faraq padta hai, dammit! khushi! khushi!, arnav ji!, they're all the same, they're one, never to be separated... kabhi alag nahin ho sakte... all the same, don't you know?

you're mad.

yes, I'm pagal, but I am cute.

I'm not into cute.

but you're not into hindi serials either.

no I'm not, so what?

so what are you doing here right now? exactly?

i came here to do the fashion show.

but i thought you were the girl in red.

oh well, today i think i'll wear a green lehenga with a gold dupatta and heels I can't walk in.

how about a black jacket instead and a whole lot of ennui?

you're making it hard.

but to come back to the point, if you aren't into hindi serials, what are you doing here?

hindi serials... yeah, not my thing, but this was not a hindi serial... not any serial, in fact. it was sorcery, magic, it was inebriation...

oh, there you go on the jadoo hai nasha hai thing...

that's what it was... that midnight, yes 12 was the witching hour on an island in the east, i was looking at the tv through half shut sleepy eyes, about to turn around and pass out, when i saw the back of a man in a grey suit. his shoulders were broad. he was taking a step forward, and a sylph like girl in red chiffon was stepping back... the v of his hairline at the nape of his long neck (did you mention it just now?)... another step... another step back, i couldn't see his face, i could see the fear and anticipation in her eyes... another step... eyes transfixed, another step back... but what was this? what was thiiiiiis? i felt the rim of my ears begin to prickle, go hot. there was sensation in my upper arm... i mean, upper arm? who feels anything there? the side of my neck felt molten, liquid. my breathing was getting laboured. and yes, my eyes, half shut were they when? now wide open and unblinking, and i was sitting up... staring at the screen i'd never found much of a thing. do you know how many sleepless nights followed that brutal encounter? how many months of not sleeping, not thinking straight? going again and again to youtube, on my comp, on my phone, at home, in the bus, at work? desperately looking for those two and the folks at shantivan and lakshmi nagar, even a goat? jumping into something called forum? talking to rank strangers about my deepest, dearest, most embarrassing thoughts? making friends I've never met, making things called edits, vm, on software I'd never heard of, making no sense whatsoever as I kept grinning through serious conversations in ad? and making up tales, yes yes fan fiction... unbelievable?!!! how many years of not hearing the word diwali or holi or dammit or jalebi or faraq or shut up or saansey or theek or ajeeb or what the or stupid or... without feeling a tremor, an ahsaas... a thrill and an emptiness, a kami? how everything i've watched ever since has at some point or the other made my heart race because oh, it reminded me of them? recently, in a chinese drama, the man's hand and the woman's almost touched separated only by a screen... of courses instantly, out of nowhere... kidnap, kkg, asr, a wall, two searching hands. almost... did I say almost? you know what comes after almost, don't you... almost k...! (go on, tycoon, kiss her kiss her, Aman, don't you dare call.) how every story of every love becomes the romance of one arnav singh raizada and one khushi kumari gupta? how i long to see once more not just them but nani ji, mami ji, the mysteriously disappeared mama ji, bua ji, babu ji, amma, di, jiji, akash, nk, ha ha happy ji, bedi ji... hp, op, rahim chacha, la, nk... even shyam.

how i can't go through a day without thinking of... and every time i think, knots in my stomach, flutters in my knee, upper arm and ears tingling... i am a wreck, someone poured mango juice in my shoes! no, no, eyes have opened on a dark evening by a sinuous ramp and arms are reaching out to grab me... and you don't think this is sorcery? this is nasha?

addiction is bad for you.

mujhe koi faraq nahin padta.

happy mohabbat 10 nafrat 10 anniversary to all of you and my sweet iss pyaar ko.

by indi52

You have nailed it, indi..@ Red underlined... . otherwise, why are we here filling up some random online spaces after 10 years..how for any love story remotely resembling .. asr and Khushi come to mind and become the yardstick.... truly sorcery, magic, jaadu and nashaa..

But I am glad you felt something in your upper arm on that Fall Nov 2nd midnight... :) it's been one heck of a journey reading you...thanks for everything!!

Written in the stars

By BarunDiwani

"Toh kya woh sach mein taare ban jaate hai?"

"So do they really become stars?"

The first blessed line I ever heard Barun speak, had no idea who/what/where the show was about. but i could feel his pain, it gripped me. A handsome grown man asking some girl "so do they really become stars?" The woman touched by his innocent question answers him in her own way, "baat vishwaas ki hai (its all about faith)" "kya meri maa mujhe dekh ke khush hai? (Is my mom happy to see me?)" he turns to her as if he was a little boy desperate for her to answer "yes". The power packed in this scene was enough to start me on my journey, there was a pull, a connection, a sort of magic in it. I count my lucky stars I ever came across it. Only later i would learn how significant this moment really was. The man who didn't believe in anything and passed most things off as "rubbish" had started to look at the stars with the eyes of a naive girl who believed that her deceased parents had become them, perhaps finding some solace in it for himself . As I started to watch this beautiful love story i would find that these gleaming shimmering nightly creatures had a huge role to play in this story.

A back drop no less important than the Raizada mansion and the Gupta house, in a way the stars narrated this love story, a good chance they wrote it eons ago. They were there from the start, the night Khushi fell into his arms and their eyes met for the first time. Next i felt their presence accompanying the song "Tu hi bata mere maula" as Arnav stood by his poolside looking up at them perhaps waiting for something, and Khushi just looked up and dreamt away about her future, they bought so much hope and promise. However, their first real appearance came in the form of a silent wish by both when their longing for one another was just taking shape. And one evening after hearing her dhak dhak, he sat looking up sipping in the romance they exuded silently, though moments later he, out loud he would dub it all as "silly romantic nonsense." Slowly the stars had became a medium of communication that only grew in strength with time. Perhaps their biggest contribution to Arnav and khushi came when they needed each other the most. He was kidnapped and she was desperate to find him, missing each other terribly. It was the stars that allowed them to speak and listen to each other's heartfelt confessions. Then there was the special night before their wedding, Arnav brought the stars, her parents, to Khushi, and after sending them off, the star crossed couple became one.

Many more moments where their indirect presence was felt, countless times when Arnav stood out by the pool side with his romance filled eyes, aloof with her thoughts. And when there was an unbearable pain after he finds that a ring binds her to another, they shared that pain with each other via the stars. With all the moment could be included but that would keep us here for ever, there is one I have to share.

How can we leave out the most precious moment the stars gave us? Khushi tells his picture "Chaliye muskuraaiye! chaliye! (come on smile! come on!)" and how, a gleaming, glowing smile brighter than the stars themselves slowly appears on Arnav's face, his true happiness beaming from within knowing that she'll finally be his forever. It bought closure to the moment that started it all for me. If Khushi were here, she would finally answer him, "Yes Arnavji, today your mom is very happy seeing you."

ch.

Beautiful beautiful write up.. ami.. truly a memorable one..

A lot of my love for this love story has to do with that chance to come across writings like this... thanks, my friend!

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Ten Years? Unbelievable!

When your heart can sense the rhythm of emotions, the beat makes you dance on its tunes, and your feet carry you to the place you belong to be. Didn't this happen to the two soulswhen messengers of love...pigeons played the role of a cupid. The wheels and gears were zooming from earth to air to bring them together.

Destiny was rolling its own dice to bring the bride to its groom. That's when you know there is no letting this moment go, no matter what... it's time for looking up or down, with an ego and pride, time to look into eyes and deny what you felt the very first time.

Deals were in the files, both with a piece of baggage. One was throwing his past baggage on the one who threw it on a little ASR and the other petite form was trying to get relief from the person who was ready to chain her sister and her family with baggage for the rest of their lives.In between all of this both were at the same place, feeling each other, or something. Shelooks up and here he was circling or protecting his assets from thugs of life.

faiqa, why must you do this to my poor heart? and head? dil dimaag in disarray, in desperate mohabbat/nafrat.

thank you for bringing up the 10 anni celebrations and coaxing us to come back and do a thread. i was uncertain at first, not knowing if i could manage this new if, if we still had the energy, if we still had it.

ha ha happiness.

looks like i needn’t have worried at all. here we are, and thanks mainly to you. so i’ll be nice and let asr lift his lids and stare at you. piercingly. for ten minutes.

thank you for starting the thread and your deadly creations to start out celebrations off. i love the “thugs of life.” yeah, too many of them.

A VM by Aarwen

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woho....how you connected them all.. the bouncer was at the end.. that's indeed a super duper vm, aarwen bitiya.