SIMRAN SETHI...PLEASE..SIT DOWN!!

Originally posted by: chocoholicFarwa

LMAOOOOO!!!! hahaha! what happen to Simran Sethi standing up??? 😉

but whatever you said is true! this is what she deserves after acting so retarded today!!!

Did you se abhi's face!!! ...he was crying and yet she was still shaking her head no 😡 poor guy... he looked so innocent wiping his tears...

oh and why was she turning to abhi when her mom was leaving??? now she wants him to(by some miracle) stop Manju also... wtf... it's ger job to stop her own mother... abhi doesn't have anything to do with that... he's done more than enough for you woman!!!

At this point we should exhort the 'Unreal Simi to Sit down' ...

Originally posted by: femmedivine

don't really care about the nitwitty details anymore...the angst on high on sighs!! face was enuff to put me off..
i have a strong aversion to anything that smells or sounds like opportunism..however inadvertant it may be..hate the idea of playing on someone's emotions because his seems the most expendable...when he has so often smoothed the mumbai roads type path of her life on more than one occasion..
me also feels like taking a break..rather taking the nearest break..able object and hurling it someone's head...
lets start making a list!!😡

a few thoughts on our collective upsets..

There lies considerable merit in what you say ... we, some of us, did/do resonate for these very reasons ... but I reflected as best as I could in the dark last night about what caused those additional 'bells' to ring for me ...

Why are raconteurs amongst us prized so? In every human 'culture' ... life is inconceivable without them and their offerings ... clearly something from our deep evolutionary past where, as we sat around the warming fire, under the stars, imaginations were sent hurling out into lands far beyond, suffusing one's being with excitement and possibility ... a wonderful antidote to the plodding through, and drudgery of, the quotidian ...

Try as hard as one can, for those of us transported in current times to actual 'distant' lands - by necessity or of our own volition - the umbilical with 'home' while eroding to however tenuous a level, never gets completely severed ... but feeding off (if one is so inclined) of the banquet of human cultures imbues us with tastes and wants new ... one such that I acquired was an appreciation - and by extension a demand - for things aesthetically well-crafted with an almost neurotic attention to detail (scoffed at as minutiae) ... grand hand waving generalizations - the bailiwick of the immature - became anathema ...

When KB appeared on the scene, it heralded an emerging maturation of Indian sensibilities that sated my needs and answered my demands ... there were incipient signs of a well-crafted symphony of human dynamics with aspects far removed from the stilted stuff of melodrama and the fantastic (fantasy is fun if the viewer has a priori knowledge of such) ... the pesky annoyances of the disconnected and the incomplete could be brushed off with relative ease ... for nestled within that symphony, as an overarching sustained note, was the tale of a coming of age of a woman expected to have already crossed that threshold ... her emergence from a culturally imposed chrysalis by the coaxing of a man in love, not expected to have crossed the threshold of maturity ...

'Twas another bewitching addition to the repository of paeans to love ... but told in the expected manner that sent one hurling beyond the distant stars to be suffused with that elusive warmth that is snuffed by the plodding through and drudgery of the quotidian .... and now, I deal with the prospect of falling over the precipice that will send one hurtling down the chasm into the stilted land of melodrama and the fantastic ....