Blast from the Past:10 Years? Unbelievable! - Page 12

Originally posted by: Bhavisweet03

Beautiful thread😍😍😍

Thanks, dear for visiting.

Glad you are enjoying

Originally posted by: Motif_Soul

Blasters, the front page looks amazing

I really need time to sit and read your write ups

Good to see you Mehr, visit whenever you have a chance

Beautiful memories Kate👏

just a lifting of the hand and a look in the eye, so much is said, a story, a novel, an epic may be. indi52 falling in love with asr all over again

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i will eat the poison that takes you... take me to you... to that place where we will never be alone. yes, asr will take the poison, whatever is her lot he will accept as his. he bites into the sweet and plays the last sequence of the story, now letting go, falling toward her as he too goes where she is.

jab jo bura kaha usska koi matlab nahin... jab jo bura kiya usska koi matlab nahin... iss pyaar mein sahi aur galat ka koi matlab nahin. whatever terrible things i have said, mean nothing... whatever terrible things i have done, mean nothing... in this love right and wrong have no meaning.

voice broken, deep, giving, honest... goosbumps on my arms again.

music has moved to rabba vey.

bas ek cheez ka matlab hai... ki main... hamesha hamesha.. tumse... only one thing has meaning... that i... always always... with you...

his eyes close, a sentence is left unfinished.

last strains of rabba vey.

she opens her eyes... feelings in them she had not felt for a while.

at last he opens his eyes and she must ask, were you saying something? a tender hopeful moment. she would forgive him everything if he'd only say what he had started to say.

uh, kya? er, what?

no, he is not going to say it... back to reality he comes. and all its anger. its hurt. its arrogance. its broken hearted wretched feeling.

he helps her up, holds her hand, takes the bow, both looking gorgeous together... i didn't care none of this made any sense.

but he was not going to give in...

while checking for the dialogues of this episode, i happened to notice the date of first telecast, 3 april... the man in my life and i started dating officially on that nice april day in 1983. serial drama moment. this would be a good time to make the camera focus on my face and his repeatedly. i called him to tell him about the date, "do you remember the scene with heer ranjha, did you see it?" i asked... but before i could finish he cut in, "oh of course, the one where they wore costumes hired from maganlal dresswallah!" apparently, it's where nani ji got her pink costume from, and such things once seen are burned in the memory... never ever to be forgotten. i am still rofling, let me check if that name is the right one. inbhestigationia kareka padi.

it was motilal dresswala... close enough to the famous maganlal. this being ipk, guess it had to be moti or one of krishna's many names.

Her things are so precious to him

he kept all like Dil se

her pearls...until he threw as he can't be weak to forget a girl like her

her payal until he gives her with bowing down his head yes she is in his head / can't leave / kinda acceptance

her pom pom...he took deliberately to have some essence of her with him while he was leaving for London.He knew he can't separate her from him. She was in him and he was in her...though that he had a doubt on...because of Shyam...

How will he tell her that ?

No,

Of course not

That Hamesha wali feeling he has for her...he won't dare to tell her dammit. He is ASR the great and this girl has no meaning...😆 an act of ranjha...we know that. Just eat sweets Mr.

Motilala, dresswala? 🤣

Originally posted by: Hope_Life

I am rubbing my eyes.

Is this for real?

I came to see IPK celebration thread but I guess, no one made it.

Seeing Blast from the past and Faiqa di name I was confused, but here is the best team of this forum.

How are you all of my di's.

hehe, I am old too now, 10 years older than before.

SO good to see you. You will find this intruder here whenever I will find time.

Life is busy now, not more student life you know.

Happy 10th anniversary.

Welcome Sanaya😊

good to see you.

Come whenever you can

Originally posted by: Mysticaldivine

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I just love your creations dear❤️

Originally posted by: PutijaChalhov

🤗🤗LOVELY THREAD BLASTERS🤗

THOSE GOLDEN DAYS AND MY SONGS FOR DIFFERENT EPISODES

jaane kahan gaye WO din

Kehte the HUM BLAST FROM THE PAST

Nazaro ko hum bichayenge

Jaane kahan gaye WO din

Kehte the BLAST KE THREAD ME

Nazaro ko hum bichayenge

Chahe kahi bhi tum raho

Chahenge tum sabko umra bahar

Tumsabko na bhul payenge

hum post threads videos banate the

kahaniya Ffs OSs likhte the

creations banate the haste the raat raat jag kar sochte the

kya post kare jo sab blasters ko pasand aaye

naye naye angles episodes aur track ke dundte the

roothe the ladte the aisa hai nahi vaisa hai

Arnav aur Kushi ke man me argue karte the

apni apni viewpoints likte the

agree karte the disagree karte the par

sab ki angle ka aadar karte the

dus saal nafrat aur mohabbat

Khushi aur Arnav ki

abhi bhi apne sath hi apne sath hai

Hello hai bye bye blasters❤️🤗

Chalhov, this is so good. Loved the parody. Was singing in my mind. Oh, those high notes. 😆 Loved the lines in red. The gist of how we made these threads. 👏

So happy you came to add your flavour to the threads too, a very essential ingredient. 🤗

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… Nice combo 😆

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… A chronic happy bimaari. Iss bimaari ko ASR naam doon. 🤣

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!

@Horizon

A lovely lovely ode, straight from the heart, with lots of pyaar, flowing seamlessly. As I read, got swept away happily. 😉

Originally posted by: indi52

A Blast from the Past 10th Anniversary edit by Katelyn

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.

Kate, the above edit is so beautiful - Holi, stars, Heer-Ranjha, Aaja piya song - all iconic heartfelt moments, 👏❤️

Indi, the story of that night when you were hypnotized for life, heard from you many times before, but it's always a joy to read when you narrate it again. Oh that nasha, that refuses to dwindle even after years, you are right, it is sorcery. Really, what all it made us do! 😆 Loved your write up.

xocyn1758 and Her Pagal Girls

I am seriously so proud to be a part of this amazing thread with all the wonderful, brilliantly talented women who write and create masterpieces. We met, about ten years ago, women from around the globe… only goes to show how crazy we are about this iconic show Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon? My “pagal” girls, I call them, we have been through much together, happy and sad times in our personal lives, and we shared those moments these last ten years, just like we shared our feelings of IPK. I love every Blaster, deeply. So, let’s reminisce, shall we? Two families brought together by a past. Fate, call it; I call it Divine. What the Divine wants, the Divine gets; we should all remember this in our lives, things would go a lot smoother. A complex man, who has so much pain, it takes a simple solution of a middle-class zany girl to heal him, a sister's love, a villain disguised as a loving husband, and two wonderful families with deep hurts, secrets, and a Fate that will intertwine them in ways we just couldn’t believe. The show has love, hate, and deception all in one. We will never see this kind of passion and attraction in any other serial with any other stars; brilliantly done by all involved! I am an Italian American who fell in love with IPKKND and feels its heritage and culture in my heart! I am reminiscing about the last ten years, and this is one of my favorite episodes and writeup that I did. Episode 22 The Lucknow Express This episode is one of the greatest episodes ever filmed in IPKKND history. So many emotions going on and the tracks have been laid for the Lucknow Express and the destination is set. The episode begins with the wrath of the Engineer of the Lucknow Express. He retorts, "You ruined the show in Lucknow, you want to be noticed? So shut up and go now, put on this dress, or else." Decision made, and only one option for our Lucknow Express. The Goddess has been summoned for help again. The engine has been refueled. We will see...when we leave the station... In the meantime, the only thing that removes him from her is his sister's call. Anjali is happy her husband is coming home, and they are having a pooja. Please come and ASR says he can't, he has suffered a substantial loss. He has to stay on the platform. Will he board the Lucknow Express? Back at the Gupta house, Shyam is readying himself to leave, holding and then hiding a piece of jewelry from Buaji. They have this long conversation where some impressive words are spoken. Buaji: "Found the right person, found the right heart...to form the right relationship..." Shyam: "My heart is here, but when I am there, my heart is there!" Warning words... Passengers beware! Scene cuts to Khushi as she is calling home and Shyam answers. He is commanding most of the conversation when he realizes Khushi is quiet, he asks her, "Did they break the Lucknow Express?" She asks Shyam to stay because there is trouble at work… so it begins... Shyam's obvious obsession...he changes his plans to help Khushi. He is staying onboard the Lucknow Express. Khushi then refuels her engine with Devi Maya Goddess energy and says, "I will not accept defeat!!!" The Pooja has started Anjali anxiously awaiting her husband's arrival...the doorbell. Is it him? Back to the shoot… Jeff has got to go. Where is she? La goes to get her when suddenly she appears... THE LUCKNOW EXPRESS... in a red saree, looking absolutely stunning... frightened out of her wits... but there, ready for the shoot in her traditional saree. La is furious, but our Lucknow Express is ready to stand up for her beliefs "I WILL NOT, I CAN NOT WEAR THOSE CLOTHES!" SHE STANDS UP FOR TRADITION. WOMEN OF TRADITION. SHE WILL NOT CHANGE! GET ON BOARD THE LUCKNOW EXPRESS OR MISS YOUR RIDE! Thank God for Jeff, who agrees. He sees a different view through his camera lens. He asks her to STAND IN THE LIGHT, YES! this can work! As she turns around... ASR is coming into the shoot... and... stops dead on the tracks... HE SEES HER... THERE IS A DEEP STIRRING...YOU CAN SEE IT...YOU CAN FEEL IT...THE COAL IS IGNITED, THE FIRE IS BURNING, THE ENGINE STARTED... RABBA VE, RABBA VE, RABBA VE... Where is the anger? I only see longing... Their eyes meet... her dupatta slips off her shoulder... they break eye contact, and he realizes he is no longer mesmerized. He steps forward, ready to board the Lucknow Express, but with one foot on the step, he realizes, changes his mind, gets angry again... where's the dress? Jeff intercedes, to shoot or not to shoot, that is the question... He stares ... we wait with bated breath... ALL ABOARD! ALL ABOARD! ALL ABOARD THE LUCKNOW EXPRESS! DESTINATION HAPPINESS... that is to come later... He agrees... He walks away, just mesmerized by her beauty... never realizing he just got aboard... It has been ten years since that scene… a lot has happened...

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@Cynthia, a big hug for the above in red. 🤗Us pagal girls are truly a crazy bunch. ❤️

The Lucknow Express - Your take on the first Rabba ve - enjoyed reading again after years. All aboard we all have been ever since.