Mehak's Blog

The streets are currently abuzz with our Honourable Prime Minister's scheme of introducing new 500 rupee notes and bringing in 2000 rupee notes instead of 1000 rupee notes.  From the night it was announced many have lost sleep because of anxiety. This scheme was launched to eradicate black money from the market. And after hearing Mr. Modi  and Mr. Jaitley speak about it at length we understand that they want all cash to be accounted for. In order for that to happen all citizens need to have bank accounts and should prefer using alternate means in order to reduce cash in the market.  Although this scheme has  objective, the government has not been able to execute it properly.  This morning Mr. Arun Jaitley addressed the nation on this account and later also took questions.  At the conference, when questioned about the execution and how it was not at all as smooth as they would  wan it to be, he denied the accusation completely. So, according to the government, there seems to be no

Having read the above poem, I started imagining how Ozymandias would feel if he were to come to life to see the condition of his statue. I then got hold of some paper and penned this Shakespeare style sonnet. ."My name is Ozymandias , king of kings: Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair." Is what I had gotten inscribed on the marvelous statue That was meant to withstand time. All has perished and nothing survives. Not a soul to tell my tale. Just this colossal wreck, that greets Travelers from far off lands. Sunken are it's two legs and the face lies nearby. My hideous expression is what give me away And makes one wonder for what did I boast When all my witnesses exist no more. It is futile to ache for worldly pleasures and lifeless elements. Since it is as one might loose oneself in the lands of sand without having a haven to go to. 

Life is beautiful. I don't have to prove that to  anybody because it just simply is. I apologize to the forces that have made life what it is for cursing mine sometimes and in this day and age we do that a lot. We all face troubles. We have all seen ugly things in life. It is because of that ugliness that we see beauty. I see beauty and I like to keep it to myself. We get repaid for every tear we shed with a smile. A smile that represents happiness and peace, which we will never receive through money or any materialistic item. What you feel then is joy not happiness.Talk of emotions has nothing to do with matter. We getso frustrated about selfish people when the truth is we are all selfish. Even when do things for others we do it for our own sanctity. The purpose of our soul is to find happiness and inner peace. Knowledgeable are those who find it even in the most trying times and foolish are those who spend their whole lives earning money and getting wealthier. All the

“Why????” It was as if I was sitting inside a steel box and as I asked this question out loud, the voice bounced off from one corner of the room to another till it struck me. Then it badgered itself into my brain. I was no longer seated alone in this room. With me were the devil and the angel or so I could make out from their generic costumes. To my right sat the devil in a red leather jumpsuit complete with the whip, devil horns, snide remarks and smirks.                                                                                To my left was the angel who was dressed in a white dress with her hair pushed back by a hairband. Her face was constantly plastered with a smile which was serene and sweet. She seemed nice. “Why do I have to do good or be good?” “You don’t…,” The devil said and shrugged. Totally nonchalant. I realized that by each passing second they started looking more and more like me. “She’s right. You don’t. But don’t you want to?” That was the angel

Tanmay Bhat’s video has caused a serious stir in the film industry and among millions in the country. My sympathies to all those whose sentiments were hurt, among whom are Sachin Tendulkar , Lata Didi, their fans , members of the film and music and those with time on their hands. My twitter notifications were lit up with tweets dissing Tanmay and those expressing solace towards those who were disrespected. What followed was, Maharashtra Navniram Sena’s Raj Thackeray threatening to lodge an FIR against Bhat and ordering him to take down the video. The video in which Bhat posed as Tendulkar and Didi discussing Virat Kohli, comically speaking, was neither funny nor engaging and was a total waste of time. But the response it got sure did tickle my funny bone. Who do these politicians and celebrities, who were clearly just flattering, think they are?!?!? Freedom of speech does not mean you force your opinion on the masses. And mind you, that is not what comedians are doing. Their con

It's a cold foggy night. I am walking on the road. All I can see is fog. I don't know what's in front and what I've behind. Because when I started walking a while a go, I decided I will never look back. The road seems familiar to my feet which walk without hesitation. Right now it seems as if they've got a mind of their own. I know this road ends somewhere and I know something else begins. However, I don't know whether to reach the next level, I'll have to jump or crawl.  I've made an image of what that side might be like, but that image is too good to be true.  Come to think of it, I'll reach such points in this lifetime. It's my conscience that's walking on the road.  My feet slow down and then come to a stop. This is it. This is the edge.  I extend my toe to feel at whatever's there. But there isn't anything. My mind panics but my body is calm and my heart beat is normal. Suddenly, my eyes droop and i'm falling asleep

I took a deep breath and leaned in to look inside the closet. It's huge Mahogany frame seemed scary to my little personality. I was scared at what I might see or what might see me. The closet was bigger on the inside. It was dark and empty. I kept one foot inside and then the next until the hidden shadows had engulfed me. I closed the door timidly still not completely sure whether this was the place I should hide in from the outside dangers. I felt the presence of someone behind me but had nowhere to run. The door was closed , there was no looking back. I had to deal with the dangers within. I turned around to see a stone white skeleton looking down on me. With horror written on my face and a silent gasp I took a step back. All the bones did was stare using their eyeless sockets. I don't know from where my parched lips found words. "Who are you?" Upon hearing my soft voice the skeleton seemed to smile. " Darling, I'm the one who you find when you run

Like many other writers have previously used, I will start this blog post by saying / writing that, we live in a cruel and sinister world. A world that gets sadistic pleasure from watching their opponents fail. We live in a world that believes in dividing to conquer. A world where we want to make changes and be known to the world for being it's reason. We are thirsty, famished and starved savage animals in this big concrete jungle. And we pray on whatever bits of innocence that is left in the other. We make each other’s hearts bleed till all that's left is hatred for this world. We hate the world we've created and say that all others are our culprit. Slowly but steadily, little by little, we make all alike as we cause more harm to our fellow human beings day by day and then ease our conscience by justifying it as an act of revenge. "Revenge is the sweetest morsel to the mouth that was ever cooked in hell" Said the great William Scott and that's as truthf

I thought I was brave but that was just a misconception. or you could call it a hallucination on my part. I, wrapped up in my cozy cocoon, hardly knew what it’s like to spread your wings for the first time and find that one of them is broken. I thought that I could handle failures, malfunctions and rejections. I, like many others, was under this false belief, until I joined my mother one Sunday afternoon to volunteer for the Children’s Cancer Care in Delhi.  Turns out, I am not equipped to handle anything. All these cancer patients, many who were around my age, are what brave is. They had to drop out of school and make the Cancer Care Centre their home. Their young eyes expressed the want for a normal childhood yet they were staid. They knew what was wrong with them, all too well. But they refused to accept pity and held their heads high with pride. The pain that drained their small bodies refused to let them live and yet with hardly any energy left, they fought like brave warriors

The new year, for us , marks new a new beginning. We make resolutions, promises, plan out routines and fill out our calendar. We decide we will try and be a better person than we were and watch our steps and not make the same mistakes we made the previous year. We make plans to meet our friends for New Years Eve and call those on whose feet we've stepped on to try and mend broken bridges and repair sporadically broken roads. We thank the gods for an eventful year. We all had moments of distrust in our faiths and futures but whenever the thick dark, clouds prevailed, it was followed by a single ray of sunshine that chased them away. If you think that your year was otherwise, then don"t lose hope........ Don't lose hope because the future will give you infinite opportunities to fix things and still follow dreams. This year I can't stress enough on how important it is to make your dreams your goals and work towards them. Even a little progress will give you sure sho