And woman! Extreme irrationality is sometimes thy middle name . . .
Another masterfully executed episode . . . well deserving of accolades . . . so folks, let's give them a round of applause shall we?
I was absolutely stunned at the duplicity of a son towards his family with whom his binding is consanguineal (by blood) . . . he a c t u a l l y walked off with his father's hard earned money in a bag!!! WHAT a troglodyte . . . although second only to his harridan of a wife . . . he let his mother pityingly grovel to keep him from leaving . . . Manju that was pathetic, pathetic, pathetic . . . when you should have been seething, you were showing bathos?!! We're the stronger sex!! There is a gross injustice being inflicted and you're not convinced? By the overwhelming evidence of guilt?!!! He could NOT look his father in the eye and yet, yet you importune!! Can one seriously go over the deep end as to block out events from but hours ago and get back to the quotidian - ' Simi, fix Anuj's lunch' 'Mili make sure not to knock too loud on his door'!! Herein lies a woman's irrationality.
Mili - why the remorse? How are you culpable in this mess? You are still dependent on your parents for your welfare. Is the truth be kept from them? The truth of an accomplishment that brings them nothing but joy - as a counterpoint to the unbearable pain? Wherein lies a greater injustice? Surely, herein lies a woman's irrationality.
Neetu - you need to emerge from that cocoon and take responsibility for your (mis)deeds. You haven't yet reached the level of irrationality. I can still hope.
Simi! Simi! Simi! How could you?!!! Implore an idiot brother and a venomous sinlaw to reconsider?!! Maybe the shock is not letting the magnitude of the crime register! Your ambivalence on so many levels is making me tear my hair out (and I ain't looking for brownie points with Daadi Dagar)! If you had the gumption, resolve, and determination to confront the wretch, to declare that Neetu will undergo an abortion, where did it all vanish? Why the flailing over the one thing that would ensure constancy in your life - Abhi? This needs to be your lot:
Then spake fair Venus' son, that proud victorious boy,
And said, you dainty dame, since that you be so coy,
I will so pluck your plumes that you shall say no more:
Go, go, go, seek some otherwhere
Importune me no more
Herein lies a woman's irrationality.