And I was thinking....

Hi Mr Paneer Butter Masala,

I am here as a request from all those people who have to eat you, no matter whether they want to or not.
Over time, due to either conditions the Indian Society created, or plain dumb luck, you seem to have become the one thing people think other people will love, when they themselves are not too fond of you. Please do not be offended. But due to some mystery, you seem to have seated yourself comfortably on the top of any party's menu. You sit there, as one of the first items to be visible on the table.
Of course, we do like you. Depends on how you are dressed up. But the truth is, we do like other things too. And since you seem to follow us around wherever we go, we are just a little bit tired of seeing you over and over.
Coming to me, see I fought my way up to the food chain, and some people who invite me, seem to respect me. So a chicken dish saves the day for me often.
But when i look at the ones who out of some reason ( don't get me started on them) have decided to only feed on the things which seem to not move from the place they were born (a.k.a have roots firmly in the ground), I really wonder, if they like you as much as they say they do? I mean they have even fewer choices than me. Do they still like seeing you every party? I doubt it.
Now why I am writing this is, that after a few conversations, I realize that I am not the only one getting increasingly fed up of you. There are others too, but they can't seem to build up the courage to say so. Well I am saying it out to you.

• Please tell the people who so lovingly cook ( but only for others ) that we like seeing you only once in a while. Not everyday. No. My stomach has lodged an FIR in the police station that I am trying to drown it by pouring you down its length everyday, and that as a living organ, it has a right to variety in life.
  
• You anyway seem to have lost the exclusivity which once seated you on the throne of the menu items. Obviously, something which is everywhere, cannot be exclusive anymore.
• The worst part is, people have done so many horrible screw ups with your dresses, that they just put one spoon of butter as a layer into something which resembles you and call you Paneer Butter Masala.Please let them know you object to that. After all you have a broken reputation to build.