A letter to my mother- Prem Basu!!!! - Page 5

Originally posted by: Zaalima_5

Ohhh.. Recently i loved doctor prisoner... ❤️ first time you will see reverse.. Doctor is giving tips to his patients to damage their bodies...🤣 actually it is based on corruption happening in medical field.. Life drama was also based on that but they didnt handle it ptoperly..🤔 but i loved my grim reaper in doctor avtaar..

Justin sung..?? Let me check..

Search with the name Ji Sung. This guy has done some amazing dramas- Kill me heal me, Secret Love, Innocent defendant, Familiar wife.

Prem is rite, bajaj is daddy.

Originally posted by: arshi_asya

Search with the name Ji Sung. This guy has done some amazing dramas- Kill me heal me, Secret Love, Innocent defendant, Familiar wife.

Oh ji sung..😆

I liked his work in kill me heal me.. He was fab yaar.. 👏 his yona personality was hilarious..🤣

Finally i met someone in IF who likes korean drama..🤗

any recommendation for me..🤪

Originally posted by: Zaalima_5

Oh ji sung..😆

I liked his work in kill me heal me.. He was fab yaar.. 👏 his yona personality was hilarious..🤣

Finally i met someone in IF who likes korean drama..🤗

any recommendation for me..🤪

Oh and Shin Se Gi. I shipped Yona & Oh Ri On so much.

Watch Healer(one of the best show plot wise) Suspicious partner, fight for my way, laughter in waikiki (you will die of laughter in this one & baby is sooo cute), Secret love (it's very heavy show), she was pretty, Empress Ki (historical & Ji Chang Wook is awesome thete), what's wrong with secretary kim (this show has the hottest kisses) .

Chinese- whirlwind girl, love O2O, pretty li hui zhen (it'a remake of She was pretty but there is a couplevin it I can't get enough of), King's woman (watch this show at risk).

agar prem hua toh...i doubt that...jis tarah se prerna uchal kud kar rhi hai lagata nhi prem bachega...😆but if prerna gives birth to prem..he will not be prem basu..he will be named as prem bajaj because prerna is rishab bajaj's wife...she's is not prerna basu...waise bhi us 1-1/2 shaadi ko shaadi manata hi kaun hai...🤢 technically prerna ka pehla pati bajaj hi hai aur rahega...chahe prerna age kitni bhi shaadiyan karle...👍🏼

While I agree with the responsibility placed on Prerna, while a patriarchal way of looking at things. Things that mom does wrong are moms fault and thinks that dad did wrong are also moms fault 🤢

Poignantly funny...

One thing that has me thinking all the time is what the hell does Ekta's female leads eat and what workouts do they follow that they keep looking like a fitness instruction than a pregnant elephantine/melon-like woman during their pregnancy?

What medicine do they take to suppress pregnancy symptoms like morning sickness, nausea, and mood-swing among others?

Since the symptoms are not showing and neither is the baby bump, even the most seasoned ones cannot make an iota that Pre is pregnant...

Rather than making asinine soaps and reprising her previous trash, EK should run a television show to answer these questions... TRP sure will break the roof...

Better still she needs to write a book on the topic... It will be an international bestseller forever, fosho!!!

Originally posted by: UKGirl22

While I agree with the responsibility placed on Prerna, while a patriarchal way of looking at things. Things that mom does wrong are moms fault and thinks that dad did wrong are also moms fault 🤢

Prerna didn't share the news of her pregnancy with the father. Did she? She had chances, but she didn't. That was her decision. There is no way can an outsider know of pregnancy until the women either shows symptoms or explicitly states it. Prerna has none of these.

The sex was consensual where no party assessed the risk but Prerna could say always say No & Anurag would have to listen to that at all cost. If both parties enjoyed it, things change but father always comes secondary in pregnancy. First right holder is the mother.

Sex can or cannot lead to pregnancy according to the time period in which sex happened. The first thing is tell the father, see the reaction & that's where things change. If a father refuses responsibility, he is a jerk of the highest order & now it's mother's choice to have or not have the child & take further action. If they had sex in a drunken, subconscious state, it becomes all the more important to make the father know about this. Even Prerna would have not known of that sex, if her body hadn't given her natural sign in the form of pregnancy. Prerna is the mother & when it comes to child, a mother has been granted with maximum rights & with the responsibilities.

Even if father knows & mother doesn't want the child, it should be her final decision to have it or not.

So, here it is Prerna's fault by taking this matter in her own hands & then expecting that someone else will just come to my aid on their own. Even Prerna had not thought in her wildest dreams that one night of passion could lead to pregnancy but she could change the whole ordeal by making the father know. By denying information to the father, it all comes down to Prerna.

Originally posted by: arshi_asya

Dear mom,

I don't know if I should be calling you Mom, despite your utter disregard for my existence. I am not yet born, don't know anything, not even the language that children are ideally supposed to learn from the surroundings & their parents but I had to ask for special powers from God to write this letter to you.

You played ping pong (God has not given me full dictionary considering my age, so I am making up words but you know what I mean) with Daddy without thinking that you could have me in result. I can't believe my inception happened in that God-awful jhopdi on that ridiculous charpai in such shabby surroundings. Afterall, that's what a child wants, to be conceived when their parents are on a run. You guys were already miserable but you thought it would be a good idea to add one more person to suffer along with you for your miseries. You have no control & no sense whatsoever.

But I will forgive you for conceiving me, but what the hell is wrong with you for not caring about me after conception. You don't talk to me at all. All you do is think about Daddy all the time who doesn't know about me. He doesn't even remember that he had a ping pong that led to me & I blame you for that, by the way. You were supposed to tell him about me. Even Daddy's family & his other wife got more attention from you than I ever got till date. You paid all attention to banshees who screech all the time & my tiny, under-developed ears hurt, really hurt. All the time you run, I get out of my breath. All the time you get hit & fall, I get scared of hurting as well. All the time you pick heavy load, I am put under immense strain since your belly is under strain. But you don't care.

You are supposed to not put me under any stress- physical, mental, social, emotional. But you do all those things you are forbidden from doing. I know you don't care about yourself but why not care about me. What have I done to deserve such callousness from my mother who remembers me occassionally & then forgets as per convenience. Last you remembered me around Holi & then when you told that new uncle about me & then you forgot again. I am not a news article to be forgotten so soon.

Here I am, caged in your uterus where all you do is cry, cry & cry. You cry so much that I am afraid, if I am ever born with all my body parts intact, I may never cry at all. You took my share of crying as well.

You get kidnapped, run from here & there, fall on your stomach, pick heavy load, get hit in your head, save lives by becoming a superhero, have a uterus that doesn't grow at all and yet I don't know if I am lucky or cursed to not get miscarried yet. Lucky because maybe I may get to meet good people when I am born but cursed because I am being neglected & I am suffering like hell but you still don't care about me. I don't know if I am lucky or cursed to survive yet for the same reasons. I don't know what kind of revenge are you taking from me. If ever I did something wrong to you in any past life, then I don't know, you have to trust me & you have to spare me the horror of this suffering.

You starve yourself, do you even know since when have I not eaten properly. I am starved & you, only you will be responsible for my malnourished birth. You don't feed yourself & you don't feed me as well. I have to stay hungry all the time because I don't get any supply from your placenta even though I wait at the other end of your placenta all day long for something, anything to sustain. You are torturing me. If I could, I would have complained about you for abusing me even before I am born. I can't imagine the kind of strain you will put me in once I am born. Yesterday, I was hurt when Daddy was being rude & rough to you, but you smiled. You still don't care. That day, you were running & crashing yourself into things, what the hell were you thinking being so careless.

If you didn't want me or wanted to care about me, then why did you not get rid of me. You could have put an end to my suffering for once & all. All you had to do was go to a good doctor as soon as you came to know about my existence. I would have forgiven you thinking you were not ready for me & I would have been free of all this stress I have been put through by you.

You are a very irresponsible mother & I am very, very, very angry at you.

Now I want you to be a good mother & feed me something even if you don't want to feed yourself & wail all the time in how you betrayed Daddy. By the way, the new Daddy looks handsome, he is smart & he speaks in a low voice that is good for me. You should probably learn something from him, first of them being how to prioritize yourself & me because my existence is entirely dependent on you. By the way, ask new daddy to not smoke cigar around me, it's not good for my health & causes me claustrophobia & makes it hard for me to breathe. Remembering of claustrophobia, it's really dark & closed in here, I can't wait to get out of this wretched place. I am last token of my Daddy's love for you without who you can't live, you should be extra careful about me or you will lose me.

Care about me, talk to me, protect me from loud noise & please for the love of God, feed me regularly & don't stress yourself since whenever you do that, it stresses the hell out of me.

Don't just read this, get down to work as I say, NOW.

Yours suffering, ignored, starved, invisible, hurt yet alive & to-be-born child,

PREM B/S ( I know my name because it was decided 18 years ago & there is confusion on who will I be legally, Basu or Bajaj or Sharma).

P.S- I hope you will listen to me this time. I hope you're ordered enough food to feed me by now & are not running here & there.

Seeing this post now only yaar. Hilarious 😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣😆😆 I too wrote post on munna but he wrote letter to cvs 🤓

Originally posted by: arshi_asya

Dear mom,

I don't know if I should be calling you Mom, despite your utter disregard for my existence. I am not yet born, don't know anything, not even the language that children are ideally supposed to learn from the surroundings & their parents but I had to ask for special powers from God to write this letter to you.

You played ping pong (God has not given me full dictionary considering my age, so I am making up words but you know what I mean) with Daddy without thinking that you could have me in result. I can't believe my inception happened in that God-awful jhopdi on that ridiculous charpai in such shabby surroundings. Afterall, that's what a child wants, to be conceived when their parents are on a run. You guys were already miserable but you thought it would be a good idea to add one more person to suffer along with you for your miseries. You have no control & no sense whatsoever.

But I will forgive you for conceiving me, but what the hell is wrong with you for not caring about me after conception. You don't talk to me at all. All you do is think about Daddy all the time who doesn't know about me. He doesn't even remember that he had a ping pong that led to me & I blame you for that, by the way. You were supposed to tell him about me. Even Daddy's family & his other wife got more attention from you than I ever got till date. You paid all attention to banshees who screech all the time & my tiny, under-developed ears hurt, really hurt. All the time you run, I get out of my breath. All the time you get hit & fall, I get scared of hurting as well. All the time you pick heavy load, I am put under immense strain since your belly is under strain. But you don't care.

You are supposed to not put me under any stress- physical, mental, social, emotional. But you do all those things you are forbidden from doing. I know you don't care about yourself but why not care about me. What have I done to deserve such callousness from my mother who remembers me occassionally & then forgets as per convenience. Last you remembered me around Holi & then when you told that new uncle about me & then you forgot again. I am not a news article to be forgotten so soon.

Here I am, caged in your uterus where all you do is cry, cry & cry. You cry so much that I am afraid, if I am ever born with all my body parts intact, I may never cry at all. You took my share of crying as well.

You get kidnapped, run from here & there, fall on your stomach, pick heavy load, get hit in your head, save lives by becoming a superhero, have a uterus that doesn't grow at all and yet I don't know if I am lucky or cursed to not get miscarried yet. Lucky because maybe I may get to meet good people when I am born but cursed because I am being neglected & I am suffering like hell but you still don't care about me. I don't know if I am lucky or cursed to survive yet for the same reasons. I don't know what kind of revenge are you taking from me. If ever I did something wrong to you in any past life, then I don't know, you have to trust me & you have to spare me the horror of this suffering.

You starve yourself, do you even know since when have I not eaten properly. I am starved & you, only you will be responsible for my malnourished birth. You don't feed yourself & you don't feed me as well. I have to stay hungry all the time because I don't get any supply from your placenta even though I wait at the other end of your placenta all day long for something, anything to sustain. You are torturing me. If I could, I would have complained about you for abusing me even before I am born. I can't imagine the kind of strain you will put me in once I am born. Yesterday, I was hurt when Daddy was being rude & rough to you, but you smiled. You still don't care. That day, you were running & crashing yourself into things, what the hell were you thinking being so careless.

If you didn't want me or wanted to care about me, then why did you not get rid of me. You could have put an end to my suffering for once & all. All you had to do was go to a good doctor as soon as you came to know about my existence. I would have forgiven you thinking you were not ready for me & I would have been free of all this stress I have been put through by you.

You are a very irresponsible mother & I am very, very, very angry at you.

Now I want you to be a good mother & feed me something even if you don't want to feed yourself & wail all the time in how you betrayed Daddy. By the way, the new Daddy looks handsome, he is smart & he speaks in a low voice that is good for me. You should probably learn something from him, first of them being how to prioritize yourself & me because my existence is entirely dependent on you. By the way, ask new daddy to not smoke cigar around me, it's not good for my health & causes me claustrophobia & makes it hard for me to breathe. Remembering of claustrophobia, it's really dark & closed in here, I can't wait to get out of this wretched place. I am last token of my Daddy's love for you without who you can't live, you should be extra careful about me or you will lose me.

Care about me, talk to me, protect me from loud noise & please for the love of God, feed me regularly & don't stress yourself since whenever you do that, it stresses the hell out of me.

Don't just read this, get down to work as I say, NOW.

Yours suffering, ignored, starved, invisible, hurt yet alive & to-be-born child,

PREM B/S ( I know my name because it was decided 18 years ago & there is confusion on who will I be legally, Basu or Bajaj or Sharma).

P.S- I hope you will listen to me this time. I hope you're ordered enough food to feed me by now & are not running here & there.

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