Wine Me. Dine Me, 69 Me but Heaven Help me if You Actually Respect Me
Yesterday I posted this on my other thread:
"Krishna has dug this hole for himself. He wanted someone passionately without knowing if that passion, adoration and respect was going to be returned. She loves the attention he gives her and finds him quirky and like a novelty but she does not respect him as a person. Tomorrow he will melt again with her feminine charms and her deep eyes and he will be rendered useless again. Where Pratigya is concerned, Krishna is wearing a big sign on his back which says Aa beyl mujhe maar or more aptly Aa Pratigya mujhe maar."
I hate it when I am right because predictability is the suicide of entertainment. I loved Krishna from the start of this show, today I just like him and soon I will find it difficult to even do that I am afraid. For days we have been going on about THE EXTENT to which the Krishna character has been butchered and compromised.
I am beginning to get the impression that if Krishna ever finds himself in a situation where he actually receives respect and support from Pratigya in a meaningful, instinctive and public way, he may keel over from the shock and just die.
Yesterday, he told her that she had found 121 ways to humiliate him.... well Krishna we are at 122 and still counting.........................
I don't know which was more disappointing to watch – her statement that he was overplaying the humiliation card or him grovelling for her attention to pacify his wounded pride. Either way it was revolting to watch a strong man buckle under feminine enchantment when he had no reason to.
If I had to think of a song that best describes the new Krishna it would be................... Your My First, My Last, My Everything - Barry White
We got it together, didn't we?
(or so I have been convincing myself unsuccessfully)
Nobody but you and me.
(except when we have the pleasure of your family's company)
We got it together, baby.
(at least in the bedroom thankfully)
My first, my last, my everything,
(my trampled pride, my tattered self-respect, my bruised ego....)
And the answer to all my dreams.
(which seem to have an unbelievable nightmarish tinge for my fans)
You're my sun, my moon, my guiding star.
(without your daily dose of humiliation I cannot go too far)
My kind of wonderful, that's what you are.
(a love as masochistic as this I longed for my amour)
I know there's only, only one like you
(Thank God For that)
There's no way they could have made two.
(because I could never consume a double dollop of this masochistic icecream)
You're, you're all I'm living for
(Apparently)
Your love I'll keep for evermore.
(More's the pity)
You're the first, my last, my everything.
(isn't that the truth?)
(Guys, I thought it best to skip to the end of his sorry tale)
Girl, you're my reality.
(Coz I choose it to be this way)
But I'm lost in a dream,
(Or is it some sort of inexplicable hypnotic spell I cast upon myself)
You're the first, you're the last, my everything.
(Amen to that)
Hope