Open Letter To Kangana Ranaut
Dear Kangana,
I never really believed in the concept of favouriting actors. Since my very childhood. Not because of some defined principles I live up to, but simply because I need reasoning for my every decision. And those reasons can’t be some celebrity’s loud CSR, fashion statement, awards, a ‘well planned’ spontaneous wit in talk show …or simply ‘Bhai’ reasons. Even acting. I go crazy for movies. Actors? Don’t think so.
I reserve my love for people I can express my heart out. In person.
I rather fall in love with characters for life. Be it Brave’s Merida, JWM’s Geet, Erin Brockwich or Rani ❤
So what I am trying to say is, for me to openly declare my love for an actor is a huge deal for those who know me.
Today, at this moment, Main apni mummy ki kasam khake kehti hun, I am your Jabra fan.
You, Kangana, are bold, and never afraid to speak up your mind. In its extreme raw form. But that’s why the media & AIB love you, for all the masala & memes they get. Not me.
You, Kangana, are a survivor. You mean it truly when you say you struggled in the industry. Not for the big break, but for your sheer survival. Quite literally. But that’s why the aspiring artists look up to you, to have their faith restored in the silver lining after storms. Not me.
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You’ve been badly bruised in love. You know breaking into pieces, being at your vulnerable worst, loving someone enough to show the ‘psycho’ side of you.
Your chunk of superhit movies reflect a small bit of the pain & struggle, you underwent. I know you have so much still inside. And the pinnacle of stardom awaiting you. Trust me. But that’s why the directors love you. Not me.
You, Kangana, challenge every bit of this patriarchal system we live in. We are fed up these notions that before every move we make, no matter how wronged we’ve been by some asshole, we must think of our parents first.
You not only touched the core of my heart by letting out your struggle story, but inspired me. To come to terms with the fact that a girl is nowhere wrong in trusting someone with her intimate letters, passwords, photos. Only to be used some day to threaten her, outrage her modesty, traumatise her parents by sending them offensive letters saying that your daughter bloody sells out her dignity to earn extra. And a fucklot of crap.
These incidents make you stronger but also as you said a near-death experience.
One of the million reasons that you inspire me is that there is little bit of Kangana in all these girls I see, living away from parents. Too scared to go to the police, too conscious to share anything with parents.
I found a little bit of Kangana in me.
And that is the sole reason, you are my favourite.
Never back out. Never change. For you are inspiring more people every day just by being you… Just by being Kangna, the Queen of hearts. ❤
Love,
Pratiksha
