Nostradamnus!!!

Gosh, who knew that my post from a few weeks ago would come to bite me in the ass!!!

That Sushant Singh Rajput would do a volte-face and basically, not practice what he preached in Chhichhore, has hit so many fans hard in the gut, me included. 😒 But then, if you go back to what I wrote, I said that the brightest of minds have trouble operating beyond the confines of a book’s covers.

SSR was a genius! I can bet my bottom dollar the collective IQ of Bollywood would never be able to rival his alone.

If you can crack thisπŸ‘‡, I’ll doff my hat to you:

The poor lad just made some bad choices. Of choosing a glitzy, no-brainer sort of an industry over a mundane, but respectable, one. He was way too good for the dumbed-down place that Bollywood is!

I still don’t know if the Monarchs of Nepotism snuffed out his life prematurely. There’s ‘barely human‘ Sallu Miyan on one side, and ‘barely man‘ KJo πŸ˜‚ on the other. There’s also Pervy Pervertson Butt (daddy to Alia and sugar-daddy to other girls her age which includes his sidekick, the mutt, Rhea ChakraBARKtyπŸ•)

Whatever it is, karma is a rabid bitch. She knows no mercy. When she gets you, she rips you to pieces. That day may soon come when we have to wish them ‘Rest in pieces’!!!

I really hope Sush is no more ashant wherever he is now. I also hope the dushts realize thisπŸ‘‡

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I never thought a man like Neil Tennant could ever rent space in my head or heartπŸ˜†πŸ˜†πŸ˜†

For starters, he swings the other way. Besides, he’s not conventionally attractive. Not as much as his reticent and rather mysterious musical partner, Chris Lowe! πŸ˜‹πŸ˜‹πŸ˜‹

However, when you watch him look searingly at his new bride in ‘Heart’, all the cons about him fly right out of the window! If a gay man can make a woman’s toes curl like that, I think they’re the way to go! Who wouldn’t prefer sensitivity over machismo?

Ah, only if Lowe were capable of penetrating the soul with his gaze like Tennant does. Ahh….but then, if wishes were horses, beggars like me would fly!!!πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Note to ALL Men: Watch this video to learn how you ought to treat your bride/fiancee/girlfriend. Unfortunately, most of y’all can give Sir Ian McKellen (the vampire in this Nosferatu spin-off) a run for his money! 🀣🀣🀣

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P. S. While you’re paying close attention to learn the ropes, pay closer attention to where you might have heard this tune before. A certain someone did a Vishwasghaat with usπŸ˜†πŸ˜†πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ€£πŸ€£

Wafting on the Wind

Of all the time-travelling devices there are available to the disposal of man, there can be no substitute cheaper, readily available, and superior than the human mind. Add Google search to the mix and you’ll be flying baby!

I was updating my Playlist yesterday and stumbled upon a gem buried at the very bottom. Lucky Ali’s Tu Kaun Hai? Aaah, how I love that man!😍😍😍😍

Anyhoo, I’ve always wondered W(ho)TF is the Tu he’s referring to in this song? Prima facie, he seems to be singing about the wind…

Hawaa, pawan hai vayu hai, purvaaee hai
Jeevan hai, jaan hai, ya parchaayee hai
Lene aayi hai ya kuch mere liye laayi hai
Poochoonga mein kya tujhse kahan se tu aayi
Tu kaun hai, tu kaun hai…

Tu jab chalti chalte badal jhuk jati tu girtey patte
Tu kehti to diye jalte Fulon ke, dil dil se milte
Sagar ki lahron mein lehraati hai tu kal kal
Patton ke paayalon mein lati khan khan
Khat Khat koi nahin aisa ek jhonka hai
Kuch hai, such hai, ya tu ek dhoka hai
Tu kaun hai, tu kaun hai…

This has been confirmed by the talented vocalist himself in a live interview hosted by rediff.com. Important to note is that he was chatting with a bunch of giggly girls and starstruck boys so I don’t think he’d have discussed anything beyond the mundane with them.

Cuz I really think that deep down, Tu Kaun Hai’s all an allegory for death. How else would you explain such cryptic lines?

Kahan se tu aati hai kahan ko tu jaati hai
…… apnon ko ley jaati hai
…………….
Aati hai nazar nahin saanson mein par rehti hai
Tu kaun hai, tu kaun hai…

Lending credence to my theory is that this song doubles up as the OST of a film on death of the most tragic kind. The type that creeps stealthily on you in the dead of night, when one is most vulnerable, when it’s a certainty that one will bow down to death in deference simply because he doesn’t have all his faculties about him to put up a fierce fight.

YouTube let me quickly skim through the cinematic rendition ( Mahesh Mathai’s internationally-lauded Bhopal Express from circa 1999) of that heart-wrenching night in human history.

And from 1999, I went back 15 years and stumbled across a picture that tries so hard to speak a thousand words. Because its subject can’t. She’d been silenced by Warren Anderson and his killer company, Union Carbide.

Although Pablo Bartholomew’s colored rendition won accolades, my heart roots for Raghu Rai’s monochromatic version. Devoid of colour, his capture seems like the perfect way to mourn for this innocent girl, who might have been about as old as I am today, had she had a chance at life beyond Dec 3, 1984. 😭

Maybe, this picture burned itself deep in Ali’s mind. How else could someone pay such a solemn tribute otherwise?

Sixer!

September 6 has turned out to be a red-letter day in my life. The Gods, in all their benevolence, dished out the greatest treasures I could ever receive on this particular date. Also, not forgetting the sheer brilliance that Chhichhore is!

Released on September 6, 2019, Chhichhore is essentially about the trajectory of the lives of Chhe Chhore (6 guys) in Engineering College. How these happy-go-lucky guys with their own set of quirks and limitations fight all odds, by fair means or foul, to shake off that tag of ‘Losers’ the residents of their dorm have been slapped with since time eternity.

Borrowing heavily from the premise of 3 Idiots, this film too, preaches the importance of leading a balanced life as a student, without resorting to anything extreme.

Someone once rightly said that the most brilliant of minds are utter failures beyond the confines of their classrooms and books. The backbenchers, on the other hand, are life’s best students. From their vantage point, they aren’t fettered with blinkers. They observe every nuance of human behaviour, they learn to adapt to circumstances, they learn to push themselves to the front of the queue through the course of life.

Being a mix of both extremes a la yours truly πŸ˜‰ is a bit of an askπŸ˜‚ but as long as you can remember to strike a balance between aptitude and attitude, you’ll do fine.

Hai…way 😍😍😘😘

So, this afternoon, I caught one of the most underrated gems to have come out from the Bollywood stable, a good five years after its release!!!😷  Criminal, I know, but back then, cash-strapped people like me didn’t have Hotstar and Netflix to fall back on!🀣

Coming over to the film, it is so much like the akkha kaandas you get served in the dhabas lining our highways. So many layers to it!!!! The exceptional cinematography weaves fluidly through the stark northern belt and is trumped only by the stellar performances of the main leads.

Now, many people discussing the film on IMDb, feel that Highway is a love story that blossoms en route. I beg to differ. It might be a story of soulmates, but most certainly ain’t a modern love tragedy. In one of my previous posts, I remember defining the concept of soulmates. A soulmate isn’t necessarily your spouse or lover but a piece of your soul encased in another body. And that’s what Veera and Mahabir are! On the surface, as alike as chalk and cheese. One with a polished tongue, the other spewingΒ profanities worse than dung!πŸ˜‚πŸ€£ One rolls around Delhi in her Rolls-Royce, the other, a shady criminal, changes the number plates on his battered truck as per his whims and choice! πŸ˜† You get the drift, right?

But at the core, her privileged life couldn’t prevent her from becoming a victim of sexual abuse of the worst kind possible- incestuous! And his abusiveΒ  childhood at the hands of a toxic patriarch couldn’t help him save his mother from being pimped by her own husband!

And Highway is that catalytic, life-altering journey where two troubled soulmates help repiece each other’s broken souls. 😍 She hugs him because he sets right a perverted crony who tries to get fresh with her. Something her father brushed right under the carpet! In him, she finds her safe harbour. A formidable, rock-solid man who can help her weather any tempest. Ironically, in the wake of her abduction, comes about a tantalizing freedom she’s never experienced before and just can’t getΒ  enough of now.Β  She shares a blanket with her kidnapper, later a bed, with her lying on top of him, drifting to a cozy sleep listening to the comforting sound of his heart beating. Absolutely nothing sexual about anything!

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He often embraces her protectively when she comes too close for comfort. To atone for all those times he failed to save his mother from her doomed fate. The fact that Veera lovingly ruffles his hair while he’s sleeping in her lap or that she hums tunes that his mother once sang him or cleans the house and cooks him a homely meal make him pine for his mother even more. These tender, innocent moments between them were more orgasmic than Sunny Leone, heaving and huffing, in Ragini MMS 2 that released at around the same time! πŸ˜†

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Randeep Hooda as Mahabir Bhati is absolutely delectable!πŸ˜‹πŸ˜‹πŸ˜‹Β Girls will find abduction a fun proposition if the perpetrator is as delicious as Mahabir!🀣 I was rooting for him to stun and silence the ever-talkative Alia with a passionate kissπŸ™ˆ The closest he got to confessing his feelings was when he couldn’t shake her off and heatedly asked her, ‘Why are you following me? Do you plan on marrying me? Have my babies?’ Awwww😍😍😍 But, expectedly, she blew him off.πŸ™„

The film ends on a bittersweet note. They say the mountains are as close as you can get to heaven. But her new-found blissful abode ensconced in the picturesque HimachaliΒ  mountains doesn’t prevent the demons from the pits of hell from clawing their way up.πŸ˜”

In keeping with tradition of saving the best for last, Maahi Ve lingers on your lips long after the movie is over. Composed by the Mozart of Madras, AR Rahman croons the number to perfection. He’s made me curl my toesΒ  only once before with his mellifluous and seductive rendition of Dil Se…The lyrics, the haunting melody…It really makes me Sigh (with pleasure) Ve😝 An excerpt below:

Main, Kahun, Aur Tu, Aa Jaaye
Behlaaye, Har Doori, Sharmaaye
Tu Saath Hai, Ho Din Raat Hai
Parchaaiyaan, Batlaaye
Tu Saath Hai, Ho Din Raat Hai
Saaya Saaya, Maahi Ve Maahi Ve
Meri Har Baat Mein Saath Tu Hai
Maahi Ve Maahi VeΒ 
Mere Saare Haalat Tu, Maahi VeΒ 
Maahi Ve Ae Ae Ae Ae
I’d love to croon this while my soulmate abductor whisks me off to Stockholm for me to develop the famous SyndromeπŸ˜†πŸ˜†πŸ˜πŸ€£

Because kuch logon ko ‘Sharam Illa’🀣🀣🀣

Awwww the nation’s blue-eyed boy just turned two! πŸ€—πŸ€—πŸ€—Β And the lil dude’s partying hard in SA!πŸ•Ί

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Papa Bear dropped a huge bomb on this happy occasion that his lil Teddy Bear soon will be UK-bound to escape the media’s prying eyes. 😞 And his paternal granny, who seemed to be hearing the news for the first time, was quick to laud her son’s decision.

And on the other hand, we commoners are saddled with the regular paternal grandparents πŸ™„ who get mighty miffed if they don’t get to choose the color of the baby’s knickers!πŸ€¦πŸ»β€β™€οΈπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

The Mangi ones are a notch ahead. 🀣🀣Ask any hapless Mangalorean bahu of her in-laws’ passive-aggressive ways.

To be the centre of attention, they’ll dream up hosting a momentous occasion in the grandchild’s life WITHOUT consulting even their son! And then aim for the jugular if he doesn’t toe in with their wishes! πŸ˜–Β How dare he!!!πŸ‘ŠπŸ‘ŠπŸ‘Š All the while blowing vibes cooler than the Arctic!πŸŒ¬οΈβ„οΈβ„οΈβ„οΈβ„οΈ

Ashe karije, tashe karije πŸ™„πŸ™„πŸ™„….🀣🀣🀣🀣Everyone and everything MUST revolve around them!

Taimur indeed has invaded a lovely and chilled family! A family where his parents get to take all major decisions on his behalf…because, well, as his parents, they’re entitled to do so!! 🀷

A family where everyone is respectful and considerate and supportive of decisions made. Where no one throws a childish fit in public if he can’t have his way. And a liberal matriarch, who unlike her name, can’t be branded ‘Sharam Illa’ πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ€£πŸ€£πŸ€£

 

A cute little Teddy Bear

Ok, so who I’m gonna talk about wasn’t anybody famous until a few days ago. Yet, he turned into a celebrity overnight, when every single classmate of his turned out to be a no-show at his birthday party.

It rips my heart to see this sad-looking puppy stare dolefully at the camera. Surrounded by pizza, cake and drinks he was dying to share with those who comprise a huge chunk of his world right now.

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The fact that he chose to spend his big day in the company of such (callous) classmates over a trip to either Disneyland or Legoland makes me reach for a box of tissues. Adding salt to injury is that this was his first-ever party on a grand scale, transcending the boundaries of home!😒

Party poopers…ughhh!!! πŸ˜–Β Ohhh, how well I know them!! Especially those who leave first-time celebrants with a bitter taste in their mouth!!!😠😠😠 Ohhhh and how IΒ abhor their breed with a vengeance that is shocking!!! 🀧🀧🀧🀧🀧

There are some that spoil a party with their dour presence, picking inconsequential topics to spark a fight, and then, there are others, who snub people’s invitations, and spoil a party by their absence. Displaying a complete lack of regard for the efforts, the love, the warmth, the time and the money one invests into making someone’s day special.

Both types of pricks never should get invited in the first place, but who can gauge who’s an a**hole and who’s not, until you’ve experienced the bitter truth for yourself. But, once they show you who they are, better believe them. And avoid them like the plague!πŸƒ

What would be foolhardy, is to let them into your space and offer them a second/third/fourth chance to be a part of your joys and celebrations after they’ve shown you their true colours. It’s akin to standing in front of a gunman just because he missed his aim the first time. Their uncouth behaviour the very first time should be nipped there and then. It completely justifes them from being banned from every single occasion in the future.

Ted’s mom, Sil, comes across as a wise woman. Although everyone’s dissing her for embarrassing her boy globally on social media, I actually laud her indomitable spirit. Sure, it must have hurt to see her son look so crestfallen but the woman didn’t mope about it. Instead, she hung on assidously to her hope that not everyone in the world is an unfulfilled, frustrated jerk, simply out to be a wet blanket! By sending Teddy’s pic to a local journo, she was not displaying her weakness by trying to gain sympathy, but was teaching her son to be strong and know that that there is a world beyond whom we hail as our world. And the world out there, crammed with strangers, is infinitely better than those you think you can count on…Friends, relatives, in-laws, siblings..hell even grandparents…they are likelier to do you in than the average stranger you cross paths with on the street.

It’s unfortunate that Teddy’s entire class is an insensitive bunch and he had to discover meanness that’s so intrinsic to the human soul at the tender age of 6. But, on the bright side, he’s become the darling of not just the www, but also the whole wide world, now that his story has gone viral. From wishes pouring in from around the globe to VVIP tickets to a Suns vs Lakers game 😱 to people across the States volunteering to throw him birthday dos, his sixth birthday has turned out wayyyyyyy better than he could have ever imagined! The proverbial silver lining to the dark cloud! πŸ€—

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Stories like these just warm the cockles of my heart πŸ€— and reaffirm my faith in humanity. That you only need to battle the devils (known ones) surrounding you in your tiny world before you stumble across Angels (‘perfect’ strangers) in the vast universe beyond. Amen to that! πŸ™

 

1998; Khatta and Great!

1998 is a year that will forever be etched in my memory.

It was when I finally took off the rose-tinted glasses I was hitherto so accustomed to wearing. It was when I was smacked in the face with the bitter truth that ‘Happily Ever Afters’ have a higher likelihood of appearing in the last line of fairy tales than in the scary tale that is life!πŸ˜…

Unforgettable it was, for my soulmate was shoved headlong into the very pits of hell! And I could do nothing, just helplessly watch, all the while feeling my soul get slashed and shredded to a million fragments.πŸ˜₯

It’s a rather childish notion that a soulmate= a romantic/life partner. πŸ™„Β TheΒ two terms are just about as similar as chalk is to cheese!

Loosely defined, a soulmate is one who’s cut from the same cloth as you are. Someone who compliments you, not necessarily someone who completes you. Someone who stirs the very core of your being.

It could be a friend or your dog or teacher or a parent or even, an uncle! The possibilities are endless!!!

Anyhoo, so here I was, all morose and crestfallen, right through the first half of the year. And then, words that have never been truer were sung! Lyrics that touched whatever was left of my ravaged soul, a phenomenal composition that tugged at the strings of my despondent heart and whispered through the fog enveloping my listless mind.

Who can forget the much-understated ‘Aye Ajnabi‘ from Dil Se? While the effervescent Chhaiyaan Chhaiyaan, the sensuous Satrangi Re and the bubbly Jiya JaleΒ took the whole world by storm, it was the divine Aye Ajnabi that managed to calm the storm brewing in my world. Never has a song caught me so off-guard, as if talking to me directly! NEVER EVER!!!

Aye Ajnabi Tu Bhi Kabhi Aawaaz De Kahin Se
Aye Ajnabi Tu Bhi Kabhi Aawaaz De Kahin Se
Main Yahan Tukdon Mein Jee Raha Hoon
Main Yahan Tukdon Mein Jee Raha Hoon
Tu Kahin Tukdon Mein Jeen Rahi Hai
Aye Ajnabi Tu Bhi Kabhi Aawaaz De Kahin Se

Tu To Nahin Hai Lekin Teri Muskurahatein Hain
Chehra Nahin Hai Par Teri Aahatein Hain
Tu Hai Kahan Kahan Hai
Tera Nishaan Kahan Hai
Mera Jahan Kahan Hai
Main Adhoora Tu Adhoori Jee Rahein Hain

There have been very few occasions on which SRK has redeemed himself in my eyes and Dil Se was one such film where he didn’t disappoint. Ditto for Manisha. She’s ”acted’ in so many beautiful films but she lived and breathed ‘Dil Se’ and, for me, the two will always be synonymous.

Dil Se was a doomed lovestory (brilliant, yet not the conventional happily-ever-after) and hence it couldn’t do very much to dispel the pall of gloom hanging over me.

But then, I heard this and how I wished it had hit the jukebox earlier!πŸ˜‰

Jab kisiki taraf dil jhukane lage
 Baat aakar juba tak rukane lage
 Aankho aankho me ikraar hone lage
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 Chahane jab lage dil kisee kee khushee
 Dillagee yeh nahee yeh hai dil kee lagee😍😘
 Aandhiyo ko dabane se kya fayda
 Pyaar dil me chhupane se kya fayda🀷

This lovely, soulful tune from Pyaar To Hona Hi Tha worked like a charm to reinstill my fledgling faith in love. Even if it is of the unrequited kind!

And that’s when I made my peace with life! And realized, that sometimes, the intangible/ the unsaid is so much more fulfilling than it getting fleshed out and becoming reality. Ponder on that while I get back with some more pearls of wisdom. πŸ˜‰πŸ˜‰πŸ˜‰

 

Bachna Mr. Bachchan

IMG-20180323-WA0004So, the First Family of Bollywood finds itself in the eye ofΒ  a storm once again! πŸ™„

Apparently, the Bachchan patriarch wished everyone from his wife to his kaamwalibai on Women’s DayπŸ˜†, completely forgetting to wish the Most Beautiful “Woman” in the world, who, by the way, happens to be his son’s wife and the mother of his granddaughter! 🀷

Twitter, expectedly, is in an uproar as to how the granddaughter was remembered but not the one who brought her into the world. Twitter clearly doesn’t follow Ekta Kapoor!!! πŸ˜‚ No wonder they don’t have an effing clue that a daughter-in-law is NEVER EQUAL to a daughter. She has been imposed upon a family by law and is viewed only as a means to propagate the family she will never ever truly be a part of!

I’m amazed people don’t know that already. Or that they don’t know who the real villain is in such scenarios. If you recall, a couple of months ago, the Bachchan matriarch pulled a similar stunt on her daughter-in-law and pouted and preened for the front coverΒ  of Vogue with her biological daughter. The bahu made a dejected entry later and it all left one with such a bad taste in the mouth. Ho Na ho, the mother from Kal Ho Na Ho is surely behind the latest fiasco too! πŸ˜†πŸ˜†

And it all fits in well! A woman is, after all, another’s biggest enemy! Imagine what kind of a nemesis a mil can be to her dil if she chooses to be! *Shudders*😰😱😱😱

Like recently, a dear friend came to pour her heart out to me. Her little girlΒ  fell rather ill due to a contagious bout of viral fever doing the rounds in the city. Now, this girl’s father was deployed on official duty but he kept issuing regular updates to his family about the girl’s condition. Everyone was suitably concerned except for………..Of course…………No prizes for guessing…The little girl’s grandmother!πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ€£

The climatic change in the baby’s city wasn’t considered as a causative factor or even the fact that kids share their tiffin and water with each other in school where a stomach bug could easily be picked up.

I kid you not, the granny actually insinuated over WhatsApp that since her son (the little girl’s father) ain’t physically present in the house, the little girl must be consuming food from a restaurant daily instead of healthy, home-cooked meals!!! *Face palm* 🀦

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how her beloved granddaughter contracted the illness! *Drumroll* and *slow claps*

Khud toh meri saas ek bhi function miss nahi karti, confided my friend. Shaadi, roce, portoponn, and even antim sanskaars!!!πŸ˜‚Β Har jagah apne chulhe ko toh nahi leti hai Na😏 In fact, after feasting on free food, her saas and sasur derive far greater pleasure inΒ  criticizing the fare!πŸ™„ And then, she wonders, why should they have an issue with her “supposedly” ordering food from out.πŸ€”Such hypocrites!!!😏

And now, comes the grand moment of revelation! πŸ“’Brace yourselves guys! Her own son fed her grandbaby some lovely crispy-fried πŸ— from KFC to tide over his guilty feeling of being separated from his kid for the next few months!!!

That an educated woman, who was gainfully employed all her life, should come up with a preposterous explanation, without having concrete proof that her granddaughter’s guardians were indeed perched on their fat arses, busy patronizing Swiggy and Zomato, speaks volumes about the kind of woman she is! In the past, she’s chaired women’s empowerment cells in her hometown and has been lauded publicly for championing women’s rights . Little do her besotted admirersΒ  know that privately, within the confines of her phone, she chooses to tear down her grandbaby’s guardians with her vindictive speculations.

Fortunately, there still exist some good judges of character in the world who can X-ray such people pretty accurately. And these recognize that more often than not, beneath a cool, seemingly unperturbed and glassy facade lies a bubbling, venomous volcano.

The little girl’s mother, a good friend of mine, confided to me that her in-laws, most notably her co-bil and her mil, saw issues with her hygiene levels. The former even advised her husband to give her a divorce over it! πŸ˜²πŸ˜²πŸ˜²πŸ™„πŸ™„πŸ™„Yet, he astonishingly sends a steady supply of porn to her husband in private on Whatsapp!!!🀷 Shocking!!!!

And the mil embarks on a Swachch Bharat Abhiyaan everytime she spots a speck in someone’s eye, totally ignoring the mammoth logs lodged in her own!

Eating home-cooked food and maintaining supreme hygiene levels in your kitchen and refrigerator is all praiseworthy.πŸ‘πŸ‘ŒπŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘ That must mean your household is so blessed, sickness has never ever touched anyone in there. Perhaps, all can be contenders for immortality too, which is all good!πŸ‘΅

But what about mental cleanliness and hygiene? If that is lacking and your moral fiber ain’t strong, if your grown-ass kids indulge in illicit affairs behind their spouse’s back, revel in watching porn and be Amorous outside the house after saying the Amori when insideπŸ˜œπŸ˜πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ€£ I think the mother in question has failed even worse than the mother who orders off Swiggy and Zomato!

Poshan sahi but parvarish mein kami…. bhala kis kaam ki?πŸ€”πŸ€·

I was too boggled by her revelations and by the end of it all, I could issue just one piece of advice for her to convey to her milπŸ‘‡

To all Mothers-In-Law, if your grandkids fall ill the next time, it’s all your worthless daughter-in-law’s doing! To hell with floating viruses, pollens and bacteria… The real culprit is only and only the MAA! πŸ€°Β πŸ€·πŸ˜†πŸ˜†πŸ˜†

 

 

Mona Darling

While the whole planet is obsessing over the unfortunate demise of India’s First Female Superstar, I’d like to spare a thought for her nemesis, also the bonafide wife to the pathetic excuse of a man that they shared!

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For those who aren’t clued in to what really transpired, Sridevi snatched her best friend’s husband from right under her nose! Whilst nestled in the latter’s plush house, no less!!! Gullible Mona had no inkling her generosity to shelter a homeless (and heartless) friend would soon render her lifeless. Her final few years were racked with physical pain and emotional upheavals. The Gods didn’t see fit to grant her even her dying wish…to watch her son on celluloid.

Mona was blessed with a firecracker of a mother, a personality type that would have put the fear of God in Boney. Sadly, she gave up without a fight in marriage and in life. She would have done well to learn from the woman whose example I’ve cited below.

There’s a lady I know who was so distraught by her husband’s infidelity that she beat the living daylights out of him. The lying rat concocted a sob story for the benefit of his folks. Who all ganged up against her and left no stone unturned in breaking up her marriage and family. Her judgemental father-in-law tried to tarnish her image with the same brush his son brushed his lying teeth with! He questioned his grandkids’ paternity, thereby questioning her character. Yet, he still hasn’t come forward with conclusive proof to give credence to his venomous spewings. This lady’s brother-in-law (husband’s brother) was an even bigger snake to orchestrate a sting operation of sorts, trying to get her to reply back to his flirtatious chats, and thus provide damning evidence against her. But the fact that this lady possesses a much superior moral fiber and regard for her marital vows is something these highly-qualified yet illiterate oafs will never get! Now had he chatted up his own adulterous sister using an alias, I’m sure he’d dig his own grave…for he’d surely die out of embarrassment with her shameless overtures!πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

In contrast, Mona had great in-laws andΒ  could have stripped Boney to the bone. But she chose the dignified way to lie low and ultimately went to lie 6 feet below!

I quite like this woman. After all, she’s given us the affable Arjun Kapoor. But I wish she’d fought the injustice tooth and nail like the ordinary woman whose example I’ve mentioned above.Β The gutsy one who’d tried to slap some sense into her husband and smack her in-laws in their face with their failure in garnering evidence of her questionable character.Β  Dignity doesn’t always work in the real world.Β  Had Mona caused everyone to Rona, then I’d really love her. And would gladly call her my Mona Darling!