Never Before



There is frustration in the winds that was never so fierce before

There is a darkness in the night that was never so intense before

There is a rage in the thunders that was never so imtimidating before

There is a emptiness in our hearts that was never so distressing before

There is a gun in their hands that never looked so lethal before

There is a grievance in his breath that never looked so miffed before

There is a flare in her eyes that never looked so outraged before

There is a stone in his hands that never looked so resistive before

There is a child in her hands that never looked so shatterable before

There is a chaos in the atmosphere that never looked so melancholic before

There is a wildness in the temperature that never looked so incandescent before

There is a silence in the media that never looked so biased before

There is a confusion in the communal world that was never so disunited before






     Theme: The Way I See It



She kicks the pebble, making it bounce from one corner to the other, DRESSED in her favorite blue jeans, her white kurta, and the pink scarf. Her mind races back to the pile of papers lying somewhere in a box, taped up, ready to be thrown away, her mind races back to all the words she wrote, that didn’t matter.
Her words that didn’t matter.
Her words that didn’t.
Her words.


Her train of thoughts was put to a break, by a small boy, looking at her with big eyes. Eyes that were hopeful, eyes that were telling a story, eyes that gleefully looked down at his own palm, and there she saw a couple of the most beautifully hand crafted wall-hangings. She picked one. “Yeh tumne banayi hain?”
“Bohat ache hain.”


She bought one, without knowing what she’ll do with them. She just bought them, because they were beautiful. Put together with his efforts, and then for a moment she thought of the smile she caused on his face, for a few seconds until, another voice followed,
“Arey mat khareedo, in paison se yeh cigarette khareedega.Kyun gunna lete ho apne sar? Choro,Jao yahan se.”


She looks back at him, and the smile is gone, lost in tears that now rush down his cheeks, his head bowed down.. He’s moving away.Into the shadows….now.. invisible.
She shoots a glare at the CAR, looking at the people who said that. There’s more to him than you think. There’s more to all of us. She thought to herself, and started walking away.


In school she sees this guy scribbling something on a paper, and wonders what he’s doing, takes a step forward to go to him, reach out to him, but her head filled with their voices, everyone’s voice,  Never talk to him. He smokes, He’s not a good guy. He’s not a good guy and she takes more steps, and walks past him, nearly skipping a heartbeat, his art  was amazing, the strokes, The color, The picture, And the voices broke in again, Never talk to him. He smokes.. He’s not a good guy. He’s not a good guy.


There’s more to him than they know.
She sits down with her pen, and starts scribbling words again, so that she can put their efforts in her words. And then, she realized, she doesn’t have words to describe them enough.
She realized they never needed words.
There’s more to them then they know.
There’s more to them than words can tell.
She realized there’s more to her, than her useless stories that don’t matter.
She realized there’s more to her. There are words.

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Theme: The Way I See It


Everyday blogs are created by people of all ages and from all walks of life, but when it comes to blogging, teen writers are truly on the cutting edge of the movement because today’s teenagers are the first generation of a people to have grown up using the internet at every stage of their development.

Many adolescent have a seemingly innate sense of how to use web technology to express their innermost thoughts and ideas.

Older writers often experience a kind of learning curve when they begin to blog, but many young people find that using WordPress and blogging software feels more natural and direct a mood of communication than writing in a dairy ever could.

One of the reasons why blogs have undergone a kind of explosion in the teen community and are growing by leaps and bounds is the fact that they provide a unique mixture of visibility and anonymity. A teenager can invite friends and peers to read his or her blog with a simple email thereby winning attention or possibly even praise. Of course with visibility usually comes the possibility of embarrassment but the fact that it is possible to blog anonymously with an invented handle or nickname negates a lot of the potential for humiliation. Many a blogging teens lives in fear that a parent or guardian will discover his or her blog but by publishing under and alias a teenager can spill his or her secret without fear of being traced outside the world of blogging, teen writers often reticent to publish young writers who may not have as much credibility as older writers with a lot of experience and extensive credits to their names. This can discourage adolescents from writing or from seeking chances to publish their work.


By blogging, young people can begin to gain a following of readers without first having to win the attention and support of an editor or publisher who may not be very interested in teenage authors. Between the fact that blogs provide young people with a chance to exercise their impressive technical aptitude, to gain visibility without compromising privacy, and to build a readership for their writing without having to jump through the traditional hoops of the publishing industry, it is little wonder that there are so many teenagers with blogs.

For some teenagers, blogging is even a very social endeavor that allows them to meet people with similar interests from all over the world. Many a blogging teens have discovered that having a web blog on the internet is a great way to explore self expression and often to win positive feedback from new friends.

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Nazia Batool

Theme: Rantings of Mind




Tbh, I don’t know why I am being made to write this article but I am being made. So you guys would have to bear with me. Like, my teacher has given this assignment to write this article when she herself says that everyone keeps writing article over internet and it’s not some top notch journalistic achievement to be able to do that but you still need to do it. Because you know she has marks in her hands, and I kind of need them.



Muharram just came. Saw shia guys do matham on the streets. I kind of don’t really like the sight of that because blood and all is so gross. This is one of the reasons I didn’t pursue medical studies, you know, I have blood phobia. It freaks me out.



But I still went to the majlis of my shia best friend. It was kind of really nice because her mom, aunty, got me dunkin donut chocolate latte instead of the normal sharbat. So I really felt nice listening to all that and I also said ‘Ya Hussain’ at which aunty beamed at me, pleased.



I had 5 day holidays including 2 more, because I didn’t go to my school those 2 extra days too. So it sums up to like 7 total, which is like huge but I still failed to complete my homework. I am not really proud of this but what can I do. Its more of my habit now.



Mom was also not happy with me. She said I should work for some NGO and contribute good to the society but is it not enough for her, that I am trying to contribute good to my grades by writing this article, when I don’t want to?



I was really getting into this article but unfortunately my word limit has successfully crossed above 300. I feel nice. Alright guys, see you next time!


Theme: The Way I See It

The stakes were high
The elections were near
As the enemy put Kashmir on fire
They all organized a session to ice out the pyre

They claimed the session was about unity
So they all grouped themselves into one community
The community passed a resolution
Condemning rights violations and Indian terror

Now they were all free to go home
For they had finally done their job
Back to home, they all went
And started tweeting against each other like rats

Kashmir still kept burning
All the while they kept tweeting
However some Kashmiris were happy
For the session hadn’t turned out like the one that was usually funny

The claimed that the nation was United on the issue of Kashmir
The other issues however didn’t  need unanimity, unison or such peace
Poverty, Illiteracy, injustice, ethnic violence and terrorism
Were issues provincial and not just federal

A poor man in Larkana or a poor man in Okara
Didn’t really care as long as they had a roti to feed to their ahle khana
Kapra and Makan, they didn’t really expect from a patwari
For the three things combo was only promised by Zardari

The stakes were still high
And the elections were still near
As Altaf Hussain uploaded a video
Hoping to kiss away all Kashmir kids tear’s


Theme: The Way I See It



You have to be cynical, cold and possibly living in denial if you are not deeply affected by Pink. All those associated to the movie deserve a hearty applause; finally, FINALLY, a brave venture which focuses on real women living ordinary lives, facing issues that are encountered by females every day and to which most of the subcontinent can relate to. Pink is no ordinary, mindless rom-com that Bollywood is so famous (infamous?) for.

Rather, it is a youth-centric movie emanating a powerful message: a woman is free to own her sexuality. When she says no, it means exactly that. A resounding no. Irrespective of her dressing, her drinking or smoking habits, whether she was flirting with a man earlier and her sexual experiences, a no means no.

It gives major food-for-thought to our patriarchal society, which judges girls and boys with different moral yardsticks. Condemning the existing feudal mentality, Pink brings to limelight an extraordinary truth through the most ordinary of issues. An issue so ordinary several girls have already been through it while the others missed it by a scary whisker: Prejudice against women and sexual harassment.

Brilliantly written by Ritesh Shah and consistently well executed by the cast, director Aniruddha Roy Chowdhury and producer Shoohit Sircar have ensured that this movie keeps you riveted throughout.

Three young women, visibly rattled, in one car and three young men in another, infuriated, with one of them bleeding profusely, heading in opposite directions, is how the movie starts.

Minal (Taapsi Pannu), Andrea (Andrea Tariang) and Falak (Kirti Kulhari) are three ordinary, middle-class girls living in a posh, South Delhi locality. They are what the society describes as “modern and independent” type, which we know is a euphemism for educated, working women who likes wearing short dresses, enjoy smoking and drinking at times and hang out with male friends. The fact that they are immediately perceived as promiscuous, hence responsible for provoking aggressive, sexual behavior in men, is one of the many bitter realities that Pink confronts head on.

Vengeful and politically well-connected, Rajveer (Angad Bedi), along with his other friends uses his power to file a wrong FIR against the girls, labeling them as sex workers.

The movie takes a dramatic dive when the retired, bipolar lawyer, Deepak Sehgal (Amitabh Bachchan), agrees to represent the girls. The rest of the movie mainly constitutes of courtroom theatrics; from the scathing questions thrown at Minal, inquiring her morality, to Rajveer’s angry outburst, Falak’s breakdown and Mr.Sehgal’s dramatic ‘Manual for girl’s safety’, Pink gets you hooked from the first scene.

Interestingly, we never actually see the incident that triggers the events in Pink; we must rely on the snippets of conversations, confessions and accusations during the course of the film to put the jigsaw puzzle together.

Needless to say, the actors in the movie were spot on. Their effortlessly natural acting enhances the realism of Pink. Angad Bedi is suitably menacing, the girl trio befittingly strong but emotionally vulnerable. And is there even a role Big B cannot play well?! Despite his limitations (bipolar disorder, an ailing wife and an anti-pollution mask), he crafts a fully flesh and blood character you cannot help but cheer for in the end.

Devoid of typical Bollywood masala, Kaari Kaari, the only song IN the movie, sung by the Pakistani sensation, Qurat Ul Ain Baloch, is enough to give you goose bumps.


Pink is a stinging portrayal of the deeply embedded prejudices, unmistakable misogyny, misplaced male entitlement and downright injustice that women across the subcontinent must come across every day, especially when protesting against unwanted sexual attention.

What makes the movie so powerful is that most of us can conveniently relate to it. There is at least one character you can see your reflection in; whether it is the defiant and courageous Minal or the opinionated and orthodox Rajeev, the concerned land lord or the helpless father who finds himself acutely tongue-tied when the world points towards his daughter, Pink is a movie about us, for us.

As for the title, the feminine color Pink is often associated with weakness, but the movie is anything but. It is a severe sucker punch to the society, making a lasting statement.

Pink is not an easy viewing; it will make you uncomfortable and is a stark reminder that this can happen to any one of us. It is a very important movie and hands down the best produced by Bollywood this year so far. Please do not let it go to waste. Watch it, feel it and strive for a change!





Aliza Anees

Theme: Rantings of Mind




 What comes to your mind when someone says “beautiful woman?” A woman with hair like a waterfall and skin so fair and smooth and a perfect figure, like the ones you can only find on the ramps of the best fashions shows. We may not realize this but this is a definition that has been created, not by us though. But it still exists.

Everything around us i.e. TV, online shopping sites, digital advertisements, magazines, newspapers, beauty contests and shows all of these are continuously bombarding us with images of flawless women. They knew they had to target two most important factors of our lives, beauty and ageing. They play with the desires of all to look attractive and youthful. They are well aware and have well researched about the demands for products that enhance appearances and make people appear more youthful will never fail and so neither will their businesses.

We all know that they wear heaps of make-up and most of these images are photo-shopped, but what can we do about it? We humans are visual people and manufacturers play with our psychology to sell their products. They create such long lasting impressions on our minds that leave a great impact and even influence our thoughts and choices. Hence we can say that all these definitions are influenced by media, advertisements and celebrities. But the question is, do we really need to fall prey to them?

We all have formed a picture about our physical selves and about our body that is called self-perception or body-image. I am so huge. I have horrible acne.I am so dark. I have fat arms, huge shoulders or a bulging belly. I have narrow legs. I am short or I have large thighs.Have you ever thought to yourself, how did you decide that you are xyz? And On what basis did you decide so?

A girl is made to think she is fat i.e. abnormal and almost berated by people, “She will not get a good job or husband. She has pimples all over her face, which makes her look so ugly”.

In my opinion, there is nothing wrong in grooming oneself, having a slim figure or using any products or services. But my dear intelligent women, World is full of smart beautiful women. But intelligent are a few.

Apart from this if your job needs you to look like model and beautiful then you must think about it that whether you are in the right profession or not ? Similarly if people only meet you or praise you for your smartness and beauty then you should ask yourself, are you missing something? A woman must be more than flesh and face.How many men care about their smartness and looks? It proves that you’re weak and only an eye candy for men..!

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Harmain Khan