An open letter is not my idea of conversation. Since we do not meet every Saturday, sip a martini or whatever your poison is, and talk heart to heart, open letter it has to be. I hope someday it will reach you. I hope at least it reaches to someone, not yet at the top of her game but making her way towards. Because someday she will make a choice. A choice which can make a difference. In the era of social media taking over the mainstream one, I can afford to be this ambitious. Another Salman movie, another addition to the crore club, another flick I will not watch. There is nothing unusual about the situation. Why would not I watch it, you ask? Well, last time I liked someone with a foot in mouth condition, it was Jennifer Lawrence. Also, she talked about food and embarrassing tales of her childhood. But this is not about him. It never was. He cannot make me put my lazy pen to paper. You did. I have not seen the movie. Not even at the risk of being unable to support my arguments ba