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Fan Speak: My Final HOO HAA to GEET – GurMaan MonAmour!

Well, how else would I start my post to GEET, but, HOO HAA GEET!!

When I had first seen a clip of GEET, it was of Maan’s entry in the mela at Mukeria where Geet is left behind mistakenly and my first thought was – this guy must be a goondaa, little knowing that this goondaraaj was going to rule my heart and mind in the coming months and year, blotting out all else.

GEET came to me at a time when I had been lonely, living in a country where I was still not anchored after 11 years, here was a series reeling me in, taking away my loneliness and merging me with a group that wanted nothing more than to ooh and aah together at the pair that was Maan and Geet. It was a first time that I had liked both the lead characters, albeit one a wee bit more than the other (wink!).

Each day I came with renewed anticipation I had not felt in a long while, making me wait for 11:30 am to arrive (the time it aired where I was), making me hurry up each day, trying to get things done so that there was no disturbance while I watched my favourite couple play tug-of-war with their emotions, playing games to hide their true feelings or just plain get on each other’s nerves. It was a treat to watch the play of emotions and then came along, “Kehna hi kya”. For me, that was the day that I was compelled to write, to pen down what I felt I could see. 

It started me on a road where I began hesitantly, but each episode brought out more of the writer that was hidden within and I would sit glued to my screen waiting to hear what Maan would say in his silence.

GEET brought me friends from all across the globe, people whom I would have never have met otherwise, people of different ages, races, religious beliefs and professional backgrounds who all became one as viewers who would curse Brij and Nayantara collectively, drool over Maan’s tender looks, get pumped up with his awesome “khunnas and laugh at Geet’s constant pleas to Babaji(who I later learned was the spot boy in the rafters) or go awww at the relation of Maan and the ever so loyal, sweet Adi.

Although the initial craze had dimmed for me, just like the embers that remain long after the fire has died down, so does the attachment with GEET remain and will be there always- for, GEET not only gave me friends who will be there even when GEET no longer is, it also gave me back something of myself.

Like they say “yaad oosay kiya jaata hai, jisay bhool gaye hon – jo dil mein rehtay ho oonhay yaad karnay ki kya zaroorat”, so will it be for me where you are concerned GEET and this is my final HOO HAA to you!!

GurMaan MonAmour!


Fan Speak: GEET was just not a journey…..It was a way of Life – Raashi Jain!

Many serials, jodis and actors have come and gone in Indian Television Industry but no one has been able to reach the heights that GHSP/Maaneet/Gurti conquered just within seconds with their magic.

Maaneet taught us the true meaning of love through portrayal of each and every feelings in such a way that kept viewers all over the world captivated and mesmerised and will keep doing it forever with their beautiful memories. “Kurbaan hua” is such a benchmark in their and our journey without which describing geet and maan is very herculine task followed by many more such song sequences such as Hum tum, Behne de, Teri deewani, Pee loon, Roop tera mastana and many more as well as with many touching sequences such as “Aaj se zindagi ki har subah tumse shuru aur har raat tum pe khatam”, sonography moment and maan apologising geet for choosing her above her child during steam room attack by Brij. And how can one forget about that khatti-meethi nok-jhoks between the duo which brought them closer than ever.

Maaneet had not been what they are today if there would not have been so many more characters in the show. Be it a positive character or a negative one, both played a role of cupid by bringing maan and geet closer. Had Dev and Naintara not ruined geet’s life, her own family would not have been against her forcing geet to leave hoshiyarpur and start a new life in Delhi. Had not Adi called Pinky to office when she went to pick up geet, she would not have gotten that job as Maan’s secretary. Dadi played a vital role by not only giving geet back her job when she herself had left it but also by making her shift to outhouse of KM. Other important people being Sasha, Tasha, Rahul, Pari, DeMello’s, Meera, Yash, Romeo, Pandeyji, Manisha, Annie, Arjun, Brij and the list goes on and on.

I know I have written too much but not to forget the technicians. But wait where’s our life and geet?

GHSP came into our lives through television but we started getting involved in it thoroughly through geet pages on facebook, they gave us many friends and in sometime people all over the world became one big family. After that started the fan fictions which too very soon became our life and gave us a whole new world of maaneet. Slowly and steadily Maaneet entered our lives through various means and when they started governing it we never came to know. It was like a most natural thing happening to us and became our lives!!!

Maine kuch zyada hi likh diya na, par kya karun mujhe samajh hi nahi aa raha tha ki kya chodun aur kya likhun………abhi bhi bahut kuch aisa hai jo mai nahi likh payi……aap sab toh jaante hi hai ki agar maaneet ke baare mei baat karo to shabd kum pad jate hai par unki baatein nahi khatam hoti hai……..hope you all like it!

Raashi Jain


Fan Speak: This show GOT to release on DVD – Sadia!

I still remember the day I first found Geet – the show I mean! I was browsing through YouTube when I saw the little thumbnail of “Kurbaan Hua” song sequence – that infamous picture of Geet in white and Maan in black behind her. For someone who doesn’t watch Indian serials, I don’t know why, but I couldn’t stop myself from clicking that thumbnail to watch the video. The thumbnail itself made me curious – the lighting, the colour theme, the expressions on the actors’ faces, the pose – I never saw anything like that – atleast not on anything Indian serial related!

After I watched the video, I couldn’t sleep. Literally – all I could think about was “what did I just watch”. I got up and started browsing through more Geet related videos. The next clip I saw was the “Maahi Maahi” song sequence and from that moment, there was no coming back. I was physically stunned! It’s one of the most beautiful and passionate sequence I’ve seen in my entire life. From that day onwards, I was hooked to this serial. My nights would be spent watching Geet-Maan related scenes and my days would be spent thinking about the scenes and trying to stay awake, while working or studying!

There are many serials on TV, there are many actors and actresses on TV. But for me, I have never seen anyone like Drashti Dhami and Gurmeet Choudhary. Their approach to a scene, their interaction to not just eachother but other characters, the way they say their dialogues – it’s unlike anything I’ve seen! And this goes not just for the actors but the entire team of Geet. I wonder if they fully understand what they have created!

What bought me to the Geet forum was a single thought after watching “Maan’s Letter to Geet scene” from the Amritsar track. There are many beautifully shot scenes in Geet; the “Dargah scene”, the “Behne De” scene, the “Kehna Hi Kya” scene, but that “letter scene” is my favourite. It’s like as if the camera was reciting and enacting the most romantic poem one could think of! Beautiful close up shots of Drashti and Gurmeet also showed the brilliance of the makeup team this show has.

And yes the single thought was “this show GOT to release on DVD” – because all I wanted to do was keep this show in my possession forever! A very selfish thought turned into, probably the most selfless thing I have done in my life?! The thought was so strong that I made a Facebook account for the sole purpose of being a part of the “Geet” forum. I went to the forum as a silent observer. I still consider myself that. But as I introduced this single thought of mine to the world of “Geet”, I wasn’t so silently observing anymore. I found four people – four sisters I should say; Zainab, Sejal, Iffy and Rani. That single thought of mine was not so single anymore – it has become a thought for many. I now run a page with my sisters to turn this single thought into a reality for all of us Geet fans.

Can a show give so much to it’s fans? Geet has. We will forever remain thankful to the makers, actors, creators; infact the entire team of Geet, for giving us something so beautiful, priceless and invaluable. 

Thank you Rangmunch TV, for giving us fans a platform to express our thoughts to the team of Geet.


Fan Speak: Unfortunately BoloGEET didn’t last forever – Sheepa Begum!

I started watching Geet pretty late, I came across it when I was staying at my aunts place who ALSO started watching it late. She started when Geet got married and I started when Maan insisted on having Geet sign those papers but her scarf kept getting in the way, or she kept fainting. But hey, you can’t love a show if you’re not going to make fun of it every now and then, which I did, on the FB page. Once I had caught up on all the episodes I joined the fans on Facebook.

I’m with Noorie on this one, I met some wonderful girls through that page and even to this day I am surprised by it. Firstly these girls were completely okay with me saying that as much as I loved watching the show I just didn’t find Gurmeet attractive. And secondly, they were wonderful, friendly, funny girls. We were all in different parts of the world, all of different ages but we got along really well. Before I knew it we began a group of our own where we would subtitle the episodes! Now considering the fact that Urdu isn’t even my mother tongue I think I should put this time-consuming, night-shift work on my CV because if subtitling a show in a language that you learnt simply by watching Indian shows isn’t impressive I don’t know what is!

I will admit I did become very attached to the show. I couldn’t join everyone else when it aired but I made sure the first thing I did when I got home from work was go to Youtube and watch the latest episode. My favourite Geet moment had to be when she spoke up to her brother and sent him to jail. My favourite Maan moment(s) was every time he’d look away when she was without a dupatta, I found that very sweet. Favourite scene of them together had to be when he saved her in the jungle from being beheaded. Talk about knight in shining armour!

Unfortunately BoloGEET didn’t last forever as each of us had either work to do, school to attend or a family to take care of. We might have let go of the new job but the girls who got together through Geet have pretty much stuck together. I still think I’m damn lucky to have found the *cough* sane *cough* girls through Geet. I don’t take all fb pages for granted like that though; I was lucky with this one but I doubt I’d find girls like these on every fan page of Facebook.

So now that Geet has come to an end I have to say, from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU! Thank you GEET for coming on Star One, for giving us two brilliant characters in Maan and Geet, a touching storyline and a chance to bring together so many people around the world.

Sheepa Begum


Fida’s Corner : His wife, Mrs. Khurana !!! (Final Chapters 29 & 30)


Geet was left to stand and watch Dadi walk away, a riot of feeling in her heart.  She made her way to the bedroom, undressing and making her way into the bathroom to take another shower.  She stood under the hot water for a long time, letting it wash over her and wash away all the turmoil in her heart.  Despite all her words, despite everything, she hadn’t till that moment thought about how she would feel watching Dev taking pheras with another woman.  Would it bring back unhappy memories?

As she searched her heart, she realised that now, after everything that had happened, she really didn’t care.  Dev’s part in her past was so long gone that she was no longer affected by it.  The pain he had caused her was nothing compared to the pain she had felt when Maan had forgotten her, when Maan forgot their love.  She would never forget the child she had lost, but somehow Dev had never been linked to that child in her mind.  From the day Maan had claimed that baby as his own, she had never considered Dev to have any connection with her child.  That loss was hers and Maan’s, only theirs; Dev had nothing to do with it.

When she emerged from the shower, it was with a clear mind and a strong heart.  She was Geet Maan Singh Khurana and her devar was getting married today.  And that was all there was to it.

She slathered herself with luxurious body cream, then dressed slowly in the suit she had chosen.  Standing in front of the full length mirror, she adjusted the neckline, then reached back to tie the dori. 

“Main kuch madad karoon”  “Can I help with that?”

She looked as she heard her husband’s low voice, then stilled as she felt his hands cover hers.  Moving her hands out of the way, she felt him tie the thin dori, then shivered as he trailed his fingers down the soft skin of her back.

He turned her to face him; the glowing smile on her face sparked an answering smile on his.

“Tayyar ho Geet?” “Are you ready Geet?”

“Haan, bas sirf chudiyaan pehni hain, bas phir tayyar hoon”  “Yes, I just have to put my bangles on, then I’m ready”

“I have something for you” he said, walking towards his wardrobe.  Opening one of the inner drawers, he drew out a box she recognised.

“Geet, I found these a while ago.  Yeh meri Ma ke the, aur unhone mujhe diye the, ke main apni patni ko doon.  Main chahta hoon ke main aaj tumhein pehnaoon, aur tum hamesha ye pehno.  Yeh mere pyar ka ek aur nishana hai, aur meri Ma ka ashirwaad.”  “Geet I found these a while ago.  These were my mother’s, she gave them to me to give to my wife.  I want to give them to you today, and I want you to wear them always.  These are a token of my love and a sign of my mother’s blessings”

He slipped the two beautiful kade he had shown her a lifetime ago out of the box and took her hands, then gently slipped them onto her wrists.  He brought her hands to his lips and laid a kiss over the ring he had given her so long ago.  Looking at the ring, he smiled and said “Yeh to Dadi ki angoothi hai, yeh kya unho ne tumhein di hai?”  “This is Dadi’s ring isn’t it, did she give it to you?”

When she shook her head, his smile faded as he said “Did I give it to you?”

She nodded once.  His face was filled with regret for a moment, then he said “I don’t remember giving you this ring Geet, but I know how I must have felt when I put it on your finger.  Mere dil mein jo mohabbat tab thi, woh ab bhi hai, aur uss se kahin zyada aur mohabbat bhi.”  “However much love I felt for you then, it’s still there, and there is so much more than I ever believed was possible”

Holding her hand up, he said “Pata hai Geet, in ancient times they believed that this finger was connected directly to the heart, that’s why they wore wedding rings on this finger rather than any other.”

As she smiled and nodded, he bent as if to kiss her hand; she stopped him and said “Mujhe pata hai.  Agar aap zara ghaur se dekhein, to aap dekhenge ke maine aapko apne dil ke qareeb hi rakha hai” “ I know.  If you look closely, you’ll see that I’ve kept you close to my heart”

He looked intrigued and drew her hand close so that he could see what she was talking about.  When he found his name hidden in the mehendi pattern at the base of her ring finger, the heat sparked in his eyes and he drew her hand close to his lips to press a heated kiss over the place where his name was inscribed on her skin.

The feel of his lips provoked a wild blush in her cheeks; she looked so enticing that he groaned and said “Geet, tum mujhe paagal karna chahti ho kya.  Main poore waqt bechayn rahoonga ye sochke ke tumhein kitne log dekhenge itni khoobsarat lagte hue”  “Geet, do you want to drive me insane?  I’m not going to be able to think about anything except for how beautiful you look and how many people are going to see you looking this way”

Leaning down, he placed a kiss on her lips, then said “Bas ek kami hai”  “there’s just one thing missing”

He drew her towards her dressing table, then bent to pick up her little sindoor box.  Taking a generous pinch, he filled her maang with a bold streak of red, the gesture almost a declaration of possession in itself.  Gliding his fingers down her neck, he lay a gentle hand on her mangalsutra then said  “Shukr hai ke yeh sindoor aur yeh mangalsutra hain, kamazkam yeh dekhke sab ko yaad rahega ke tum meri ho, sirf meri” “Thank goodness you’re wearing this sindoor and this mangalsutra, at least people will see them and remember that you’re mine, only mine”

Leaning forward to kiss her, he started to draw her close, but she stopped him, uncomfortably aware that they were awaited downstairs.

“Maan, Pandit ji………..”

He stopped, then laughed resignedly. 

“It’s never the right time, is it.  We’ll have to be patient for just a little longer, I suppose” he said.  Looking at her downcast gaze, he put his fingers to her chin and tipped her face up so he could look in her eyes.  She was lost in the heat in his eyes, wanting to throw herself into his arms and lock out the rest of the world.  For a moment, she could feel the answering need in him, then he drew back and said “thoda sa intezaar aur Geet, sirf thoda aur“just a little more waiting Geet, just a little bit”.

He walked into the bathroom and closed the door firmly behind him, as if in need of the physical barrier to stop himself from just grabbing on to her and never letting go.

A short while later, he emerged then dressed quickly, studiously ignoring her as she stood applying a last layer of gloss to her lips.  Walking over to stand behind her, he said “Chalein Geet?” “Shall we go Geet?”

She nodded, unable to make her voice work in the face of the heat in his eyes.

As he offered his arm, she took it; they left the room together and went down to wait for the ceremony to begin.


Dev and the Pandit were also waiting downstairs; Dev was pale but steady and the priest was obviously the veteran of hundreds of weddings.

When Priya walked through the door accompanied by her daughter and Savitri, Dev took a deep breath in and stepped forward to meet her.  All he said was, “Are you sure?”

She looked up at him and smiled, then stepped towards the mandap.  After a moment, he followed her, and from that moment one there was no hesitation or doubt in his voice.

The ceremony ran smoothly; Maan kept a discreet eye on Geet, wondering whether, despite all her brave words, the sight of Dev getting married might trigger some unpleasant flashbacks. But throughout the ceremony she was serene, the perfect elder Bhabi watching her Devar getting married.

At the end of the ceremony, Dev and Priya took blessings from Dadi, then approached Maan and Geet.  Priya spoke quietly “Bhabi, aashirwaad dengi?”  “Bhabi, will you give me your blessings?”

Geet smiled, then drew Priya into a sisterly embrace “Sirf Ashirwaad nahin, Priya, usske saath swaagat bhi.  Welcome to the family, Priya.  I hope you’ll be very happy”  “Not just blessings Priya, but welcome too.  Welcome to the family, Priya,  I hope you’ll be very happy”

As Priya stepped back, Dev took her place in front of Geet and without a moment’s hesitation bent and touched Geet’s feet.  When she placed her hand on his head, she felt his sigh of relief; as he straightened, she smiled and said “Congratulations Dev, I hope you’ll make Priya very happy”

Dadi came up behind them and said “Bacchon, thodi si der mein mehmaan aajayenge, Priya ko thoda araam karne dein, let her change out of these clothes.  Geet, aap zara Priya aur Anjali ko oopar lejayengi, wahan sab tayyar hai.”  “Children, the guests will be here in a little while, I think Priya should get some rest, change out of her wedding clothes.  Geet, will you take Priya and Anjali uptairs, everything is ready for them there”

By the time Priya and Anjali had changed out of their wedding finery and into something more similar to the elegant party wear that Geet was wearing, the first guests had started to arrive.  The evening passed quickly and the news of Dev and Priya’s wedding created a small furore, turning a small party into a full-blown celebration.

When the time came for Dev and Priya to leave for their wedding trip, the gathered guests turned the going-away into a joyous occasion, with ribald jokes and wolf-whistles all round.  As the car drew away, they all moved back into the main hall; by the time the clock struck eleven, the last guests were still not showing any signs of leaving, until Dadi quietly whispered in a couple of ears.

As Geet escorted the final few guests to the door, she wondered why they were all looking at her with suppressed laughter in their eyes, but before she could ask them, they took their leave and hurried away.

Wondering where her husband had gone, Geet turned to make her way to the stairs, then stopped as she felt a hand on her waist.

Recognising the sensation triggered by the touch, she smiled as she turned to face him.  “Aap kahan chale gaye the, sab aap ko pooch rahe the.” “Where did you go, everyone was asking after you”.

She stopped as she saw the intent look in his eyes. 

“Kya baat hai Maan?”  What’s the matter Maan?”

“Will you come with me Geet?”  Stepping back, he held out his hand.  Without a moment’s hesitation, she put her hand in his.  Drawing her close, he kissed her once then guided her through the door which Nakul was holding open for them.  The car was waiting outside, and as he helped her into the back seat, she looked up at him with a silent question in his eyes.  Without a word, he sat next to her, then lay a finger on her lips when she started to say something.

“Thoda sa intezaar Geet, sirf thoda intezaar”

They sat hand in hand in the car as they approached their destination; a burgeoning excitement filled her mind as she wondered what he had planned.   When the car stopped outside one of Khurana Constructions showpiece properties, she looked at him again; all she could see was his profile outlined against the light shining in from outside.

As he got out of the car and offered a hand to help her out, she still had no idea where they were heading.  He guided her into the stunning entrance hallway, then to the penthouse lift.  As the lift came to a stop and the doors opened, he stepped into the penthouse and turned back to her, holding out a hand to draw her towards him.

She stepped into the circle of his arms and felt herself relax. It didn’t matter where she was, or why he had brought her here; as long as she was with him, she was happy.

He was still silent as he guided her towards one of the inner rooms.  As she walked through the doors he opened for her, she was stunned to find a beautifully decorated bedroom, with floor to ceiling windows looking out over the city.  The bed was covered in flowers; the intent had clearly been to create as bridal an atmosphere as possible.

Turning, she saw him looking at her, the longing in his eyes clearly mirroring the desire in hers. 


The sound of her name was all she needed to propel her into his arms; as his lips came down to meet hers and his arms encircled her tightly, she knew that this was to be the new start of their life together.

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Posted by on December 18, 2011 in Fida Khurana, Geet, Geet and Maan, Rangmunch


What the F*$#?: ONE’S UPON A TIME!

Sorry guys, certain recent events have evoked some very strong emotions, which I feel like expressing right now. Hence the second part of the first meetings piece will only show up next week. 

I remember that day in February when Goldie Behl first shared with me, Sameer Nair’s vision of a channel catering to people like us, showing us what we would want to watch and most importantly giving us a chance to create what we were dying to create… Emotionally and physically I almost hit the ceiling (yes I do tend to be a tad dramatic). Those zillion ideas that teased and tormented me but nobody was buying finally would have their shot at becoming real…

I remember those weeks of frenzied activity as we turned ideas into concepts – the excitement and the energy was so high that nobody needed any artificial stimulants (well they did use them but I still maintain they didn’t need them).

Sometimes we were hunting for stills from Bond movies to embellish a presentation of our saving the country action adventure show. Sometimes we were coming up with con ideas to flesh out our take on competing con artists. Frantic research on Goa was happening to add colour and meat to a sexy crime thriller set on the beaches of that favoured holiday destination. Feverish brainstorming was happening for a high tech, forensic driven detective show. People were throwing crazy gags and punch lines at each other for a Bridget Jones-ish sitcom, that too before the said lady herself had entered the realms of popular fiction

I remember our pitch  – 17 shows… that’s right. That was the kind of enthusiasm and excitement that the promise of Star One had instilled in us.

Ok so we didn’t get to do all 17, but the magic of getting to do a Remix, a Guns and Roses and a Studio One was more than enough. And there always was the possibility of more of those ideas becoming shows if the first lot of shows did well…

I remember the Star One launch party – honestly those were some of the slickest, most enthralling promos I had ever seen in my life. Even if I was not involved even slightly with most of the shows that blew my mind, I didn’t care. It was such a high to be on the same channel as those kind of shows. I mean what a line up – a cerebral crime thriller involving everything from blood spatter analysis to ballistics and a tinge of good old fashioned intimidation and interrogation. A Kill Bill meets Charlie’s Angels revenge saga in Goa. The courtroom and chawl battles of a once mercenary lawyer who’d discovered a conscience, lost everything he’d earned but found a purpose in life. The doctor who’d inherited a gangster empire. The two dysfunctional Gujarati families, one sophisticated, one super crass, both of whom had us ROFLing. And how can I forget the four teens who turned their rebelliousness angst into rock anthems and became a youth cult?

I remember the incredible array of creative and technical talent on the channel – Charu, Saket, Renuka, Shikha, Radhika, Nupur, Joy, Umesh, Abhinav, Bijesh, Satyam, Barnali, JD- Aatish, Veena, Vinil… the list can just go on and on. Interesting how many of these people went on to make films and fabulous films at that. Few channels can ever boast of having so many fantastic storytellers working for them at the same time…

Sure the first lot of shows didn’t work. But I don’t think the vision was wrong. Maybe the attempt was too western, trying too hard to be like the English shows we all loved and aspired to emulate. Maybe we need to work harder, learn more, spend more time rewriting, reshooting, planning… There could be lots of reasons but the fact was if the channel had stayed on course, if the original vision had been retained, sooner or later we would have all got it right and created our own brand of hip, urban Indian shows…

But the vision was derailed for a while, an attempt was made to go more mainstream – that didn’t work either.

And then came the glory period of Star One, when it went back to its young, urban roots.

Dil Mill Gaye and Miley Jab Hum Tum – sure they were both candyfloss and popcorn not edgy or unsettling. But they were contemporary, they were urban – I mean for the bulk of its existence – MJHT had just one parent character and she was the maddest, hippest mom TV has probably seen (and yes I’m patting my own back here – she’s one of my favourite creations) and most importantly they struck a chord with the youth who embraced the shows and took Star One to the dizzying heights of 150 rating points. Maybe the channel was not a Plus or a Colours but in its own way it was a success, and it succeeded in getting the eyeballs and winning the hearts of the youth, which is the hardest thing to do as anyone in this business will concur…

The strange thing was that having reached these heights, they chose to abandon this audience and seek out the Plus audience and that sealed the fate of Star One.

One was always a youth channel. The other audiences had Plus, Colours, Zee… why would they come here? Which is why even the current hit Geet only worked to the extent it did when it become more youthful, romantic, fun…  But burdened by the desire to appeal to the whole of the country and every age group, the channel could never again be a success – which is perhaps why in all that time it never crossed 40 GRP.

Naturally it was living on borrowed time, the plug would be pulled sooner or later. And now it has. But now that it’s deformed so much from its original vision it’s even hard to shed tears for the death of this avatar. The One I knew, loved, the One who was close to my heart died a long time ago… and it’s that one I grieve for and miss so much today.

I also miss the working relationships, the friendships that sprung up during this channel. One fact about One was that while the programming may have changed, while the programming teams may have changed, the one thing that never changed was the innate goodness, niceness and pleasantness of the teams. Truly the Star One teams were the best teams I have had the good fortune of working with in all my years in TV. So today as the sun sets on Star One I remember Deepak, Anita, Aparna, Sanvari, Vivek, Monica, Rohini, Nikita, Anand with fondness and love. Thank you for some of the happiest and most fun memories of TV.

While signing off I must observe that the domain abandoned by One has been appropriated, and successfully by its own sister channel V with two successful youth show. Which just goes to show that the original vision of the channel was bang on and if only the powers that be had stuck with it, One could have really gone places.

And therefore though Star One will die, the vision will live on. Another time, another platform, another medium perhaps (the web) the vision of One will come back stronger, younger, edgier, more exciting, more enthralling. That I do believe and that is the triumph of the dream that was Star One.

It was a good dream. It remains a great dream.

And it will happen…

‘Nuff Said.

Anand Sivakumaran

Fan Speak: Jane’s Journey with Geet GHSP !

There is a girl called Jane
Chaos and Mayhem is her Game ;))
One fine day she saw Geet
Hooked totally she was, it was so Neat ;))
Then Maan came on the scene
All Jane’s senses were a has been ;))
His ada, his arrogance, his eyes
We were all totally fida, our eyes wide as pies ;))
Geet’s journey was totally riveting
We loved the way Maan and her kept meeting
Maahiii…Maahii haunted us day and Night
Raju Singh we thank you for that lovely Delight ;))
Jane knew the Devil was evil from the start
Abhisekh, Samir how well did you play your part!
Then one day Jane stumbled upon Geet’s FB Page
OMG what fun and that became her place ;))
She met so many girls all so Crazy
Oh! those days full of Naasha, now so hazy ;))
We ran up and down the wall
on the discussion board we had a ball
Kurban hua made us all faint with pleasure
We still watch that dance at our leisure ;))
Jane started with her poems one day
Spared no one, as Notty thoughts came out to play ;))
There were poems about Maan and Geet
Lots of poems about their Love and their Preet
Poems about the Devil and his Naintara the Evil Queen
Poems about Brij that many have seen
Many poems about Maan’s eyes so Naashili
All us drunk girls, Sab ne usse Pee lee
His pecs steamed up our specs
On his tight butt there were many checks ;))
We loved with Geet and with her we fought her battles
Every time Devil came on, he shook our rattles
We loved Daadiji and Nakul
They were both so awesomely Kwell 😉
Daadi’s Hoo Haa! had us all in stitches
The Hoo Haa Club was formed, my life it still enriches ;))
One day Jane was challenged to write a hot love story
Maaneet in many guises, she wrote them in all their glory
Jane coined Yummylicious and Maanilicious
The words caught on and everyone started adding-licious ;))
Tum meri Maangetar banogi! Played such a part
Noel, GC, DD, Nissar for that scene alone I gave you my heart 
Brijveerji made us all shiver
He tried to steam and shock Geet, made her quiver
But as ever Maan saved her, Our Hero
Uske aage sub hai Zero! ;))
Then came Arjun and Annie what a surprise!
We expected Vikky but we got a high rise ;))
Villains and thrills, Gundas and dandas
We have seen them all, so many fundas
Hrishikeshji ne angle angle se cover kiya
So many close up’s, Jane’s special thank you aapko Diya ;))
Body doubles, Everyone in Team Geet,
Jane says thank you I hope one day we meet
Barryji’s Naashile shabd, so addictive
Nissar’s woh Chandani raate, full Moon’s so seductive
Noel , Vincent, Barryji, Nissar, Mrinal and Swati
To Geet and us they were Diya aur Vaati
Maan’s dark chocolate gaze, such sensuous intensity
Geet’s lush pink lips and hyperventilating propensity ;))
Jane’s journey with Geet is almost over
But I have so many fantastic friends now, from Delhi to Dover
I know this time has been special for us all
We have had great fun, a real rocking ball ;))
Thanks to Gorky, Gul and Nissar for Geet
To Dhrasti and Gurmeet you truly made Maaneet Complete 
I hope you enjoyed my stories and poems
All my coming and goings?
The Tears, Jane is shedding now are abundant,
Damn! she has now been made Redundant!! ;))
The End 
Thank you to The Hoo Haa club (u Know who u are) I am forever in your Debt for encouraging me to write.
A Special thank you from me to everyone who read my poems and Fan Fiction.
I Have had so much fun writing them for you all, there are more to come too ;))
Thank you To Rang Munch for asking me and allowing me to say my farewell to Geet.
(Sobs Inconsolably) Niha, Navya,Niti, Swati and Neeru Thank you.
I wish everyone Great Success in all their future Endeavours. I am sure we will meet here there and everywhere!