As an immigrant, consciously and unconsciously, there is always a compare and contrast going on in my head, an ongoing evaluation of things as they are here vs how they are back home. Needless to say most of the time home wins hands down, a home where everything was/is always perfect, no frustrations, nothing bad, no nothing. The fact that such a perfect “home” never did or does exist outside of my head is a whole other matter. But khair, I digress …
The long and short of what I am getting at is that while this very real “here” will never be able to compete with my fantastical “there,” there is one cultural celebration here that has left a deep impression. Thanksgiving. The idea that an entire country takes one day off a year – to spend with their family and loved ones, to acknowledge those who mean so much – is an incredibly powerful one.
Yes, we are all good and polite and say thank you, please and sorry to all and sundry all day long, to the extent that these words don’t even register anymore – rendered meaningless, almost trite. But again, perhaps it is not really our fault. We lead such crazy lives that there is rarely ever the time to take a moment and appreciate how blessed we are. It is with these sentiments in mind, in keeping with the spirit of Thanksgiving, that I thought to take a moment and express my heartfelt gratitude to you – my readers, my friends, my virtual family – all of whom make up the DRNR gang.
Two and a half years ago if somebody would’ve asked me about the possibility of my own blog I would’ve laughed my head off. Then, when I did start, thanks to a serious push from a couple of dear friends, I wrote my first review thinking nobody would read. After all why would anybody even be interested, forget about taking what I wrote seriously?
Nobody could’ve been more surprised – shocked would perhaps be a better descriptor- at the notification for that first comment.
Main akela hi chala tha janib-e manzil magar
Loag sath aate gaye aur karavan banta gaya
And here we are today … I may no longer track stats and comments, but I do still continue to be just as pleasantly surprised, to say nothing of immensely gratified. For every comment, every new friend who joins us, every celebrity who drops by to share their thoughts – I am truly humbled.
The thought that you all take the time, to not only read, but also seriously engage with what I and others here have to say, that you follow my recommendations, means more than I can say. You all thank me for this platform, jab ke I should be the one thanking you all for the love and continued support.
You don’t know this, but you all have been a constant source of strength as I’ve gone through personal and professional highs and lows. From writing blocks, midnight panic attacks, looming deadlines, chronic migraines, career changes, long commutes, delayed flights, from mainland US to Hawaii to UK to South Asia to the Caribbean, you’ve been through it all with me.
As a safar this one has been quite a ride and you’ve all been fabulous humsafars, no matter what the mode of travel. Be it a dhaka start story or one speeding like a bullet train, we’ve held hands through them all.
If Zindagi Gulzar Hai and its crazy timeline messed with my concentration, then Talkhiyan kept me up at nights as I tried to do an iota of justice to Bee Gul’s script. Who can forget our tsk-tsking over crazy Natasha of Silvatein and our yes/no/maybe on the relationship between Wali and his vani? Falak’s spiritual journey and our conversations after, made us re-think so much of what we took for granted. Ashk on the other hand taught us to not think at all.
One of my most memorable blog related moment has to be that of the first episode of Aunn Zara, which I watched and wrote while waiting in a transit lounge. After suffering through a seemingly endless layover, I almost missed my connection as I struggled with the last two lines of the review, finally hitting publish with the security person standing on my head – thank God he had no clue of what I was so desperately trying to finish!
Needless to say such craziness and this level of commitment does not happen in a vacuum – far from it. DRNR continues to exist because of you and your support. All this to say, friends, give yourselves a huge round of applause! You guys are the best cheer leaders a girl could ever wish for!
Acha ji, so before you go:
This post would be incomplete if I did not account for, and offer thanks for, what brings us all together – Pakistani Dramas (okay, if you insist, let’s give some credit to Fawad Khan as well). It is our shared interest in the stories of Ashar and Khirad, Zaroon and Kashaf, Aunn and Zara, Falak and Mummy Jani, Appo Ji and Bibi, Saniya and Qabacha, Ruqqaiya and Pari, Nusrat and Mutmai’n, even the bromance of Imroz and Roomi, that renders borders and boundaries meaningless. So, allow me to also extend my heartfelt thanks to the Drama Industry of Pakistan.
But, okay wait … let’s not get too carried away … not everything that we watch is good, quite the contrary in fact. Out of the 1001 dramas that run in any given quarter only a few are worth mentioning. Just this year alone for every Pehchan, Sannata, Tamasha Mere Aagey, Gar Maan Reh Jaye, Jackson Heights, Sadqay Tumhare, Goya, we got doozies like Laa, Rubaru, Qudrat, Ahista Ahista, Muhabbat Subh Ka Sitara Hai, and Uff Yeh Muhabbat. Falling somewhere in between these extremes are serials like Shukk, Mere Humdum Mere Dost, Firaaq, all which seem to have split personalities, and we as viewers were/are never quite sure as to whether to call these good or bad.
No, don’t worry… I’m not going to climb on my usual soapbox and lament about the inverse relationship between quantity and quality, no I promise I am not, not today. Because this is a touchy feely kinda post and I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy, tau chalo let’s offer a ba-jam’at shukriya for all the bad dramas as well. This is a post for giving thanks after all.
Think about it, if it weren’t for those innumerable mind-numbing serials would we have learnt to appreciate quality stuff and value it as we now do? Nahin na?! So yes, a thank you, albeit a kamzor, be-dila sa, to the mazloom aurat and her non stop ansoos, zaalim shohar, khaufnak saas, doosri biwi, chalaak behen, 3-4 betiyon ki majboor amma … agar yeh sab na hotey tau is blog ka naam kuch aur hota….Can’t really rant about good dramas now can we?
On a serious note, a sincere heartfelt thank you to all those creatives who refuse to give up and give in to the maddening demand to produce TRP worthy works, continuing to strive to bring us something worthwhile to watch and discuss. It is thanks to all your efforts that we can balance out our irate rants with some well-deserved, well-earned raves as well.
As I sign off, kyon ke rasm-e duniya bhi hai mauqa bhi hai dastoor bhi hai, I hope you too will take a moment to count your blessings and thank all those who matter to you. Enjoy today and I hope you will join me in this effort to appreciate our drama industry; share your drama related stories, anecdotes, funny moments, anything …. and then come tomorrow we will be back to our regularly scheduled program, rants ‘n raves n all!
Written by SZ~