All this while I had been under deep stress. I loved DMG so much that I couldn't leave it even when I knew it wasn't the DMG I loved. I kept pushing myself, hoping for a miracle. Hoping that the creatives would see where they are going wrong and correct themselves. I hoped they would understand what a great cast they had. I hoped they would realize that a show with a medical background would be used to show some really amazing medical experiences. I wished they would use the medical supervisor in the set well and get the best cases out of him. I also wished that I would get to see the character of Sister Lovely doing something which was never seen on television ever.
But it's been a long time since the creatives and makers moved on from the original DMG and now, its time for me to move on too.
I had been addicted to DMG. I experienced all the stages of addiction. I loved the show, eager to watch the next episode, was angry when there was a bad episode, happy and grateful when there was a good episode, cheered with the interns, cried with them, dreamt and had nightmares too. In short, I felt like DMG was real and I was not a viewer but part of it.
Whoever knows me here, must have remembered how I went ranting about DMG. I made VMs like one makes food everyday. I kept thinking about all the songs I could use. I kept talking about every possible turn life would take for the interns. Oasisians know how mad I was about Atul. I was called Mrs. Atul for God's sake!! I was a KaShian at heart, yet had somewhere accepted KaSu even when I had serious problems with the change of Ridz's personality. I loved Shweta as Niki and was hoping she'd bring back some medicine and inter-relationships between interns. My madness and level of tolerance reached it's peak when I wanted Armaan and Niki to get paired.
But I guess, it was for nothing. It was for a DMG that had died for me even before I started to wish for things like this. I just couldn't move on. I couldn't have a closure. I cried my heart out, I stopped coming here. I stopped making VMs. I went on to watch Grey's Anatomy and Scrubs.
And now, I know, DMG was never and will never be Grey's Anatomy and Scrubs. Mainly because DMG is catering to an Indian audience who loves to see love between 2 people and that's it. Their level of interest ends there. They don't want to see a balance being made between career and personal life and inter-personal relationships getting more importance. The creatives lost the battle of creativity to TRP race. And so, it's time for me to go too. You might think it's a loss and it's my weakness that I'm leaving the show which I obsessed about for more than a year now. But I feel I won. I realized my priorities, and I am ready to go and move on.
No more obsessing. No more crying over meer characters who just do whatever the TRP asks them to do. No more dumb goofiness and loud expressions. No more fake doctors and no more fakeness of any kind what-so-ever. Closure... at last!!
Love you all.
Love to every friend I've made here.
Bye and God Bless you all.