The “open letter” — which is nothing but an opinion piece by another name — is so yesterday.
Please stop writing them. For one thing, I don’t think you quite get it. For another, each time you do you end up embarrassing yourself.
PS: The above is prompted by this latest entry in the open stupidity stakes, from Bhupendra Chaubey. I read it through thrice, and I still can’t figure out what the heck he is trying to say.
All that remains with me is this line:
A few months back, we went into a huddle on how we could reimagine ourselves. Imagine, the onerous task of doing something day in and day out. Then choosing to move forward in another direction.
Imagine the “onerous task of doing something day in and day out” — otherwise known as going to work.
Imagine , further, that moment of epiphany when you realise what you have been onerously doing day in and day out is all wrong, all out of step with the times.
Imagine the pain of realising that you actually should be doing something else — which is, err, to change your name?