Blast from the Past:10 Years? Unbelievable! - Page 9

Originally posted by: bhavis

Hello Hi to all the blasters🤗🤗🤗

Its been eons and i have not visited this forum. Thanks Faiqa for the link. Wish all doing great and are safe and sound in the otherwise turbulent time.

10 years of madness thy name IPK. The thread looks fantabulous and I will take some time to savour it.

The edits are so beautiful. Thanks for sharing you ladies.

Happy 10th anniversary to all 🥳🥳🥳

Good to see you. It's been so long.

I hope all is well dear.

No doubt, time is not the same. Life has changed overnight.

Welcome, and enjoy.

The car chase

The girl is whisked away by the bad guy in a car and the hero follows him in another vehicle in a high speed car chase on a route involving many turns and bends. At one bend, the hero suddenly finds the girl, tied up and helplessly lying on the road, to be run over by his own vehicle. To avoid that, the hero swirls the car just in the nick of time and the girl escapes being run over.

Sounds like a scene straight from a Bond movie, right? Well, actually it is. Check this out

The difference is,

In IPK while the jeep comes to a screeching halt and after some dishum dishums and a cliff top rescue, the couple eventually reach home safely

In the movie, Casino Royale, Bond's car meets with an accident after the car turns around several times and the boy & girl are caught by the bad guys

D, spot on

Somehow I missed it.

This is so true, well you caught it.

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!

_____________________________________________________________

Awe, D

I crossed out the lines as those stood out the most....the rest is a short crisp story of IPK

Lovely👏

ASR, ek bimaari…… IPK, a syndrome.... A Case Study!

by Horizon

I still remember them like yesterday

those mornings from 10 years ago

the frenzy and the fervor

to catch up with the latest episode

the jibber jabber and sometimes the fierce war of words

who’s right and who’s wrong..

who lied and who’s honest

ASR or Khushi

Anjali or maami

Shyamji or Lakshmi…

who saved whom and eventually what was saved or lost!

Did it matter??

May be.. may be not..

As khushi says it’s not a matter of truth or lie

But of vishwaas… a belief held high..

a belief that this love story unfolding in front of us

is the best thing yet..

for which we all shared…a deluge of love in common

and we seldom thought or agreed

that it’s just another show

‘cos it never felt like one!

and it still doesn’t… after all these years

a decade to be precise!

I lay down thinking of those happy times

in Lakshmi nagar and Shaantivan

a fond dream revisits my heart…

of that parallel universe that ASR and Khushi walk

Chiming in…

is a mellifluous tone that caresses one’s senses

without any talk

like in that AR storeroom

to Khushi’s “Lucknow jaa rahe hum… hamesha ke liye”

“I am leaving for Lucknow… for ever”

in comes from a shocked ASR

“Tum aise nahin ja sak… khushi”

“You can no….”

The implosion inside of him hinted with the softest of rings!

In the kaleidoscope on the evening horizon

as the beautiful arrays gleam

I rant and rave

of the people.. chattering and fighting

in flesh and blood

many a time it felt.. buaji and mami are the best…

so is Khushi’s “aap shut up”

of the rakhas, kadwa karela, and magarmacch

the bitter demon and the spiny alligator

as he seethed and simmered

and the coy payal and demure akaash..

the perfect foils ..to their siblings’ brash..

Way at the start of then hitherto unrealized sway

an unwitting portending … in a modern office suite..

by a young girl in bright salwar with pompoms

Khushi Kumari Gupta... sounding rather cute..

“ASR? is it a bimaari?” Is ASR a disease??

Little did she know he was one indeed …

a chronic one at that…

so would be her ajeeb and unbelievable love story with him

A sweet malady suffused with many melodies!

Times may come.. times may go....

but a few things remain…

not becos they are perfect..

but their honesty and fidelity

that’s rarely seen

Iss pyaar ko will always bring

a jerk and a jolt…a smile and a tear

and is always a cherished treasure!

Happy 10th Anniversary My Dear IPK!

Beautiful 👏

A prose / Poetry has everything.

The meaning, the love, the journey

Bold lines stood out for me.

The crossed out line is too good

My fav scene

👏

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?

even we don't want, we do think of IPK and this is what had us..

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...

same here, can't watch anything.

but this IPK was magic

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

Well said, indi. Red underlined... .

yes why are we here after 10 years..how for any love story caught us .. asr and Khushi come to mind and we are all ears and eyes....

truly sorcery, magic, I am not into jaadu and nashaa..but for ipk chalta hai

Wow, you felt something in your upper arm on that Nov 2nd midnight... That is something...

What to say about this wonderful show? I seriously don't know what name to give for my love for this show... Not a single day without reading and writing about Arnav & Khushi... It is been about 10 years...But my love for this show keeps growing every day...

It is an experience to cherish... Really a magical experience...

The show has got the best original background score... So soothing and riveting... The romantic background for Arshi 'Rabbave' has become synonymous to 'Romance' as many copying it... Every character has got a special tune...but all the tunes from Arshi are the best

Words fall short to explain this awesome romantic experience, You must feel it only when you watch it... It definitely had changed the perception of love...You can feel the love, the pain of Arnav Singh Raizada & Khushi Gupta Singh Raizada... Brilliant acting by Barun Sobti & Sanaya Irani...

The show is definitely not unique... a hamesha wala love

Arshi Hamesha😊

Me no clue who is owner

whoever is

I love it

just look at them.

staring and talking through eyes is what had me.

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

rabba vey has begun to cast its spell, 8pm 6 June is nigh.

click here.

In Di what a joy it is to read what comes out of that head of yours! Loved all in pink and you are correct it was all the same with them.uff I feel like watching it again after reading that lol! And yes it was magic for sure! Jaadu tona that simply couldn’t be broken even when the makers didn’t care as much as us under the spell! Nice tribute!

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!

~~~~~~~~~~

D, Wow just wow! I realized I missed this one when I read your other stuff yesterday. You caught the whole show in your delightful way with words. Highlighted my fav parts and I thank you for including the recipe wala jhatkas... and endin with dammit! Couldn’t be more perfectly said👏

ASR, ek bimaari…… IPK, a syndrome.... A Case Study!

by Horizon

I still remember them like yesterday

those mornings from 10 years ago

the frenzy and the fervor

to catch up with the latest episode

the jibber jabber and sometimes the fierce war of words

who’s right and who’s wrong..

who lied and who’s honest

ASR or Khushi

Anjali or maami

Shyamji or Lakshmi…

who saved whom and eventually what was saved or lost!

Did it matter??

May be.. may be not..

As khushi says it’s not a matter of truth or lie

But of vishwaas… a belief held high..

a belief that this love story unfolding in front of us

is the best thing yet..

for which we all shared…a deluge of love in common

and we seldom thought or agreed

that it’s just another show

‘cos it never felt like one!

and it still doesn’t… after all these years

a decade to be precise!

I lay down thinking of those happy times

in Lakshmi nagar and Shaantivan

a fond dream revisits my heart…

of that parallel universe that ASR and Khushi walk

Chiming in…

is a mellifluous tone that caresses one’s senses

without any talk

like in that AR storeroom

to Khushi’s “Lucknow jaa rahe hum… hamesha ke liye”

“I am leaving for Lucknow… for ever”

in comes from a shocked ASR

“Tum aise nahin ja sak… khushi”

“You can no….”

The implosion inside of him hinted with the softest of rings!

In the kaleidoscope on the evening horizon

as the beautiful arrays gleam

I rant and rave

of the people.. chattering and fighting

in flesh and blood

many a time it felt.. buaji and mami are the best…

so is Khushi’s “aap shut up”

of the rakhas, kadwa karela, and magarmacch

the bitter demon and the spiny alligator

as he seethed and simmered

and the coy payal and demure akaash..

the perfect foils ..to their siblings’ brash..

Way at the start of then hitherto unrealized sway

an unwitting portending … in a modern office suite..

by a young girl in bright salwar with pompoms

Khushi Kumari Gupta... sounding rather cute..

“ASR? is it a bimaari?” Is ASR a disease??

Little did she know he was one indeed …

a chronic one at that…

so would be her ajeeb and unbelievable love story with him

A sweet

malady suffused with many melodies!Times may come.. times may go....but a few things remain…not becos they are perfect..but their honesty and fidelitythat’s rarely seenIss pyaar ko will always bringa jerk and a jolt…a smile and a tearand is always a cherished treasure!

Happy 10th Anniversary My Dear IPK

Indu! What a sweet ode to this beautiful show straight from your heart. I found my self agreeing with you through especially the bit about the parrellel universe. Lovely read and so great to be reading you again...highlighted my favorite bits and the “aap shut up!” ... loved that scene and his seething after