Mehak's Blog

On an average, how many rape cases do you read in the newspaper every day? The answers are one too many. The ones reported are only a small fraction of the ones that occur. And what do you think is responsible for this? Maybe it's not Bollywood alone, but it is the single most responsible for this problem. The reason Bollywood amounts to such a big culprit is that it has been allowed to show obscenity and objectify women. And it has gone on for far too long. The institution responsible for restricting the content being played in Cinemas (CBFC) has done nothing to make it stop. The list of movies that show that men can get their way with women just by being persistent is one of the longest in the world. And these movies are considered entertain. This entertainment makes the minds of little boys rotten and it won't take you too long to guess that these are the boys that grow up to eve-tease women. It is not their fault because this behavior was introduced to them by films and j...

The role of the CBFC is to give film certification without which films cannot be released. That is all. I fail to understand why there is so much conflict between directors and the CBFC chief! If only Mr. Nihalani would do his job instead of forcing his opinion down the throat of the masses, we would all be happier. Their job is to view the content and give it a certification. Instead, they haggle with directors to make certain cuts to receive the desired certification. We live in a free country yet we are slaves of the mindset that is being forced on us by government officials like Nihalani. Films like Phullu are trying to bring a change in their own little way but unfortunately have to face the demons at CBFC. Here's a thing, Menstruation is not an adult subject and yes, it IS UNIVERSAL.  Films promoting women empowerment or women speaking out are put under pressure because they go against their overall political agenda.  Where was Mr. Nihalani when women were being obje...

Pain- a word more powerful than a thousand of those of the the Great Orator. Is what compels me to pick up a pen and write; For he who writes pain, Writes nothing but the truth. No bruise, no injury , no wound comes close to the pain that wrecks my heart. When Worth's not known and trial never ends. Emotions reek havoc in my Bossom then. Then, salvation I find in success; And success seems to be on an island afar. I have no boat; Nothing but a pen. So now,  I write myself a bridge till the world's end.

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 go...

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 w...