* little thing: okay, i must admit i had to giggle when i saw the change of the new character's actor. so even the balaji team thought he was a little too girly-voiced??? 😆
* big thing (that went flat): old mr. mann comes to old mr. juneja in a dream. y'know? usually when that happens, heer-meher get bailed out of immediate trouble (and ya, ya, most often, get dumped into new ones..).
why it went flat? first, old mr. mann's (hopefully) ghost looks dead to old mr. juneja! eugh. aren't memories supposed to look ... better? eugh. second, even to the ghost of mr. mann, laluchacha is whining!! i can't take it anymore. he is constantly whining about his bad lot in life! grrr. i want him to be. left. alone. really alone. for once. then see how he takes that!!! he is spoilt beyond belief by his family. i want him to be out in the cold and be alone like shakespeare's old king lear.
in fact, that is what laluchacha is -- king lear. spoilt, stooooooopid, selfish-beyond-belief! in a sulk, he pushed my patience out of bounds. detest laluchacha.

* little thing: and the stooooopidity of his selfishness carries to that horrible hidden barb-filled conversation at the breakfast table. there were lots of real concerns and issues raised at that table -- preet to the fore in any sanity, as always. go preet! -- and what does laluchacha do? talk to everyone through his new mouthpiece rather than directly -- detest people who do that. (what's the new character's name again? dheer? bad name. too close to heer.... confused mind got even more confused.) and then constantly dropping hints of what he wants everyone to do by repeating that line "koi ayay, ya na, ayay." i was shouting "don't go, don't go, don't go" (quietly, 'cause mom's got a headache after leaving her beloved siblings) at the family on the screen.
* little thing: most detested laluchacha for making me want to trust dirtchachi -- to come up with some trick to get prem's beloved family to stay around for him.

* bright thing: after sulking at the breakfast table, preet sparkles on the phone with "heer-bhabhi". sooooo sweet. said this before, saying it again: preet makes my heart sing. he's not some common thief who steals my heart from right under my nose, and holds it for ransom, like that hateful brother of his. preet makes my mind smile. he's not some terrorist who can vapourise mine brain by just looking at the love of his life through drenched eyelashes, in the blue-light of the night, like that hateful brother of his. with preet around, one just does not miss prem. no, one does not. not at all. really. seriously! why don't you believe me????

* little thing: though, just what positive thing preet hopes to achieve by setting up these laluchacha-meets-prem-with-heer situations is never clear to me. he's failed to bring happiness to anyone in any of these situations. why does preet continue to set them up?

* little thing: heer looks concerned -- how smart of her. prem looks befuddled -- as he should. what is preet upto? i looked aghast -- the last time prem-heer went to a temple together the entire rest of the day was drenched in misery for prem! why can't they just burn the card at the neighbourhood resident god's home??
potentially teeny sweet part here: prem's still walking around looking for heer! 😆 and then asks stoopid questions like "are you thinking of something?" to justify himself??? but seriously loved the sound of that deeeeeeeep "heer" when he calls to her. he hasn't sounded so normal in a long while.
(btw, either hc is being woken up from deep sleep for a shot, or he is seriously allergic to the makeup he has to put on for the other show. those gorgeous eyes are looking puffy....)
* little thing: sigh. i know that i said that i would willingly tolerate 20 minutes of poop if i could get 5 minutes of lovely prem-heer, even in ordinary situations. but the entire laluchacha indulging in selfish-misery was rather unbearable. it's a continuation of a long barrage of self-indulgence of a father constantly leeching on his family, and it's getting to be unbearable, i tell you. i need a new mantra to chant to carry me through a session where i know nothing new is being said of either the character or the story and is going to bore the brain out of my skull. what new mantra? any suggestions? hmm, maybe i'll post asking for a new mantra for the boring show segments.
* little thing: i was soooo mad when the family landed up! why didn't they stay away? the reason that laluchacha is so disgusting is because this family has made him so! they and prem, of course, who must be the primary reason for laluchacha being so disgusting!

* little thing: more boring veera-character development. found something new to like and dislike here though.
- new to like: veera's reason for antagonism towards the new character is nice - if prem bhaiyya has to suffer, why should she tolerate anyone enjoying in his place? it's jeuvenile, but a nice new thing from veera.
- new to dislike: they have kulraj-di constantly repeating "yeh, kya keh rahi hai, tu?" or some such bilge everytime veera spews venom. kulraj-di is better than that - they should just have her smack veera on the upside of her head and tell her to shut up! and why did both preet and veera refer to kulraj-di not having any time away from her kids?? didn't like.
* little thing: but, to be frank, i'd have had the same reaction as veera if some random detestable dude came to me asking for matches though!! 😆 what a stooooooopid question to ask of a girl who clearly can't be hiding matchboxes anywhere on that skimpy outfit!
* little thing: the last shot of the looks on their faces were nice, even though it was all expected: prem, heer - shocked (and same-same, as they should alllllllwaaaaaayyyys be. sigh. the new if-emoticons are missing the day-dreaming one.); gayatri-mom - shocked but pleased to see them; laluchacha - shocked and looking evilly happy at having yet another chance to hurt his son.

highlight of the episode: a shorter bt,lt than usual? 😆 c'mon, i thought that was a good outcome! okay, maybe preet looking sparkly eyed after having been so mad at breakfast. sigh. i don't like mondays.