1. She brought LASSI AND JALEBIS to the party. In boxes. And metal gamlas. Set it up in the middle of the bar, and forced waiters to serve it. The audacity, the crassness, the sheer crude nerve left me, for once, speechless. I kept thinking no, no lower, we are hitting the floor, don't stoop lower woman, and then:
2. She danced like a TART guys, like a total tart-gyrating and grabbing and bum shaking all over someone else's party- random men surrounding her, some guy she's met yesterday hauling her around like a sack of grain. That subdued Thai dancer must have flapped her arms back to Bangkok by now. I went back and saw Lavaniya's "Character Dheela" performance, which was super classy and stylish in contrast to the second rate crap they just shot and shoved down our gagging throats. I thought-this is it. We'll be starting the hate track right about now. Only story mein twist-now I think I hate her...ASR ko maaro goli..
My husband watched the train wreck on Khushi that happened today. He was sitting slack jawed right next to me and had ONE thing to say, after we realized ASR wanted to DRIVE Khushi home with his car and not RUN HER OVER with his car: "Bet that guy you all are crazy over, that ASR dude is regretting letting that classy Lavaniya chick go now, huh?
I'm thinking, Amen.
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