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Dear Ekta,
I did not know how to reach out to you, so i write this open letter. Hope some day you come across it, i am taking such pains unwillingly to type a letter to the gossip queen of the small screen. Your K chain is fabulous, though i am a bit confused about the messages you are transmitting. My antenna failed miserably when i learnt the Prerna is getting married again. Has she ever heard about STD? if not then i am genuinely worried, and how much has she spent on botox? No, i mean come on, her daughters are having daughters and still she looks younger than her grand-daughters. If not then o you mean that she is a Goddess? If yes, honey you are in for serious trouble. If you ever make a public statement like this, Shivsena will come and shoot you on the set itself.

Oh sorry, i forgot you are the authority on Indian Culture and Indian Women. How can i forget Tulsi Virani and Parvati Agrawal. If i had mothers like that, i would possibly be writing an open suicide letter. Why ? Of all the scandals they are involved in. After watching your serials, i'd rather not marry. I feel so low, and have become a chronic depression patient since i saw your version of the 21st century woman. I am not bitchy, i never had so many men in my life at the same time, the one i had was not a millionaire and for ofcourse he did not have a mistress. Neither do I wear italian creppe sari to wear in bed, nor sea green silk lingerie.

If ever possible, just look at your window and you'd know who a 21st century woman is. She is there in rags with a baby begging for food. She is there jostling her way through a busy station with no make up and no salma-chumki suits. She is there with her family,looking after her children and sending them to school. Her husband, is working like a dog to survive the family. He does not have a 7 figure salary, and seven companies at disposal. They have fights, they are so busy at times they forget to celebrate their anniversary. No, every-morning her mother-in-law does not dress up with a box of ladoos to go the mandir, she fights with her daughter-in-law as well. She does not scheme to blow up her sister-in-law's house, or kidnap her daughter. But still without all the glitter and masala, they are a big happy family. They sit on rickshaws and go for shopping. They have puchkas, and fight with the vegetable vendor at the mandi.

I wish someday, along with all the fame and money you have got, somebody gets you a bit of brain as well.. God bless you, you really need prayers and blessings.