Mehak's Blog

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 warr...