In the midst of revision, struggling with a piece of work I didn’t think I would ever be able to complete, I was struggling to find inspiration when one day, whilst procrastinating, I chanced upon a clip of a TV show on YouTube. Geet Hui Sab se Parai.
The scene that caught my attention- “Chup”, said by a handsome man as he saved a pretty girl from drowning.
It was late May 2010, and the beginning of one of the best periods of my life. I was hooked- first I eagerly devoured all the clips on YouTube and then found the official Facebook page. At that time, there were about 300 members; I was mostly a lurker until one day, things changed. Something happened, I can’t even remember what, and I was compelled to write, to interact and to state my opinions. And somehow, despite the amount of time I spent away from my books, finding Geet helped me not only finish my actual work, it also inspired me to pass the toughest exams I could imagine- how, Allah only knows!!
God, what memories! Where can I start, I don’t even know. How can I convey what this show has meant to me? It has given me so much- new friends, new sisters, new interests, the list goes on and on. GHSP opened a door to my soul and forced me to write. The characters were so compelling that they forced me to write for them, and I’ve never been so grateful for anything as I am for that.
If I cast my mind back I can remember the urgency, the absolute compulsion to watch, to catch the live-updates on the FB page, to find links to the YouTube uploads as soon as possible so that we could all watch immediately, to comment, to defend the show at times and to condemn at others. I remember the devastation I felt when Maaneet separated at the end of October 2010; I think in some ways that was the moment which cemented some deep friendships as I found that there were other intelligent, articulate women who felt the same way.
Geet is a show that attracted a diverse and eclectic group of women; women who had never been hooked on a show before, women who didn’t watch Indian serials, women with busy lives and busy minds who found something they connected with in the story of a small-town girl cruelly treated by life. I’ll never be sure what it was that hooked me- was it the character of Geet, Maan’s eyes, or was it simply a need to believe in the soul-deep connection between Maan and Geet.
Whatever it was, it was perfect for a long time- the first 8 months of the show a halcyon period of perfection that hold up to close scrutiny even now, long after the obsession has faded to gentle affection.
I have many scenes which I adore, which I can rewatch and rewind repeatedly. But the scene which will remain forever in my mind as the defining moment of GHSP was the scene affectionately known as “Khoon Bhari Maang”.
The moment when Maan Singh Khurana declared to the world that Geet was HIS; his wife, his love, his ardhangini. It didn’t matter who’s child she was carrying, it didn’t matter what her past was—it was all his. Could there have been anything more wonderful than that?
I will miss GHSP, more than I had realised. But I know it will live in my memories for a long time, if not forever. The friends I have now, the bonds forged in the unexpected arena of an FB page, the relationships I have now- they will be with me forever.
Thank you Nissar Bhai, Gul, Gorky, Barry-sahab, Gurmeet, Dhrashti, Praneet—thank you from the bottom of my heart. You may never fully understand what your show meant to us, but it was and is truly life changing. Thank you.