Blast from the Past Thread #14, Pg 123, Epi 159 - Page 77

Originally posted by: samin6

Have bought my daughter to the hospital for checkout. She has a lump in her elbow and I was concerned. Pray. Sorry was not active for that reason

Originally posted by: sohara

Sorry to hear this Samin. I will pray for her.

She will be fine in'sha'allah.

May Allah protect you and your daughter from any harm.

Originally posted by: laruma

Glad to belong to the 50 plus club!

My husband and children used to look at me strangely and thought I've gone crazy especially since I stopped watching anything else on TV. They teased me a lot but stopped once they realized that it helps me unwind after a long workday. They don't watch or know much about hindi serials. Poor people, they think I'm watching new episode everyday and I'm not going to enlighten them anytime in the near future :-).

You are so right Indi! Who needs any artificial nonsense when we have IPK. It does all you said plus busts my stress and puts a smile on my face and spring in my step. Don't know what this pyaar is, whatever it is, it has made me happy!

Being happy is wonderful and age has nothing to do with it. 55, 53, 44, 21, 18 means nothing in this context. I love what I feel when I watch the show. I love the feeling of anticipation waiting to read all the great reviews in the blaster thread. I love the banter that goes on here. Honestly one wouldn't know that there is so much age difference at all. (See age doesn't matter!!). I love that I found people who are like me and who share my love of the show. ~"How rare and wonderful is that flash of a moment when we realize we have discovered a friend".

Originally posted by: samin6

Have bought my daughter to the hospital for checkout. She has a lump in her elbow and I was concerned. Pray. Sorry was not active for that reason

Originally posted by: samin6

Have bought my daughter to the hospital for checkout. She has a lump in her elbow and I was concerned. Pray. Sorry was not active for that reason

Originally posted by: samin6

Have bought my daughter to the hospital for checkout. She has a lump in her elbow and I was concerned. Pray. Sorry was not active for that reason

Originally posted by: DurgaS

Oh, I am loving this discussion. Issk, totally understand you defending Delhi right away. I would feel the same if anyone said anything about Mumbai. The place I spent my growing up years and owe a lot of my personality and nature to that city. Just as you say, I carry Mumbai in my heart even after decades of leaving the place. I've been in Delhi for a year too and had a very good time. It has its own charm. Of course security was a concern, but I really enjoyed roaming the streets of Delhi, trying out the street food. But, sadly the only qawwalis I heard has been only in the movies.

I remember many people saying that those who love Mumbai won't love Delhi and vice versa. I know both cities are quite different, but still I loved Delhi too. I must be an exception. And yes, Sohara too. 😆

But, I understand when Wiwy says that she doesn't like Delhi. There are a couple of towns which I too don't like. Reasons could be many and varied, could be personal reasons too and sometimes a case of a bad first impression. But, I know some friends who love these very towns. So, I do know how they will feel if I start criticising their towns. So, I just let it be. 😊

Originally posted by: indi52

hello, mere yaars, and i don't get yaara so shall stick to '70s school lingo. on 12 july, without realising it is my mom's death anni, i had this terrific desire to see the first home i ever lived in... my grandparents' place in the heart of govt dilli... tughlak road, and also go to the place just a road away (most accessible through the back gate, and alley behind, tiny sweet shop on the way where you got light green blue pink d-shaped lozenges, lethally delicious), birla house, where gandhiji fell to godse's bullet with that "he ram" on his lips. during the couple of month long annual jaunts to dilli from assam when i was a kid, we'd often go there to play... the green lawn, the little memorial with the prominent "he ram," the red stone covered pavilion with gandhi ji's story on the walls, what happy memories there and always that sense of drama and moment in the air.

had to show my daughter that. so i did, and she seemed moved, now there's a museum and stuff there... in my memories a simple birla house. today, 15 july, i meet the boy who used to often be a part of the gang of kids invading holy ground... raju, the peon's son who made super good and is now a successful business man. he's 55, i'm 53, yet we both sort of felt like kids of 6 and 8. i said, wouldn't you be part of the group that went to birla house. he said, there was that back gate... and the shop, now there are so many... it was such a great place...

that's what delhi has for me.

and so many people who are no longer there, yet still are. this includes the boy i had a secret crush on in school and changed my bus stop for. he married my best friend's sister (but naturally)... two days back i had lunch with my friend, her sister, and mom. this lovely boy has passed away many years now... in the middle of lunch we chatted about my little passion... we all loved and missed him, yesterday i took a quick look at the tree by the masjid off pandara road, where the bus came every morning, and i'd silently adored a young delhi boy... so so hep and mills and boon.

delhi has become another planet, now i go to ramprasth across jamuna for weddings. or gurgaon (which was a gaon/village) to meet a friend. yet somehow that city of mine is here. i dislike so much of it at a rational place, yet i can't help but love it, despite the chaotic "guest house" in the ncr i had a little rendezvous with.

a stiff whisky down, i ramble. but it's hot and july, and all the ice cream vendors are out in india gate, i need an orange bar and a choc bar. tomorrow shopping for my daughter in connaught place. many things may have changed, but you still get the best clothes here, and the best looking boys too.

thanks for letting me go on. it's been so long.

i was part of baraat/bride groom's side last night... wore shiny sari, loads of jewellry, and danced on the the road with raju or shamsher or whatever band playing the raucous, out of tune, hindi film music played by such bands at most weddings. i am usually found laughing at this whole shenanigan; last night, i was the one laughed at... yet i was in happy land, shaking shoulder, flailing arms, being really loud, a natural street dancer i tell ya.