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What impact does serials have on our lives ?

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          DUNK: THE PROBLEM LIES IN THE NARRATIVE : The 8:00 ritualistic viewing of aired serials, with the similar plots revolving around young lovers facing many difficulties, and cheating husbands being forgiven, and hostile mothers-in-law are not the imagery of past. In our households, we have grown watching these dramas, which had a far greater impact than was conceived at the time. I remember asking my mother why is she following these pathetic storylines? Which weren’t educating anything productive. The only visual outcome of these dramas is the reimposition of an enslaving mindset. I asked her what is she getting out of it, and in her defence, she defended the entire drama industry, but it’s only for time pass and entertainment beta .  We haven’t realised the problem. What was being passed with clean chit as entertainment was actually inculcating ideas in the minds of so many. You see, media is a far more powerful tool than we can imagine, the movin...

The witches who aren’t ready to burn

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AN ERA OF WITCHES WITHOUT BROOMS AND STICKS : Centuries-old tale of suppression, a newly conceived idea. The end of years old practices and a voice finally being heard. We aren’t ready to let go. We aren’t ready to submit. We aren’t ready to burn. We were made to tango on the stings of lies, preprogrammed DNAs of cultural subjugation passed down. We were stripped naked of identity. For the longest time, we were faceless beings with lost stories and unuttered names. Regret flows through our veins, the trauma of my mothers and their unheard screams haunt the dreams I sleep into. No, was a word unknown, concealed. No was not the answer we were taught to give. Then came a new dawn of the same day. A brighter shade of the same colour. The body tired of years of persecution, the vocal cords drumming under the ages of dust gathered, screams finally being heard. We embark on a daring feat, exploring the uncharted territory of emancipation. The emotional buildup of the unmeasurable sacrifice of...

MY FEUDAL LORD : A woman's fight for acceptance and survival

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 TEHMIN DURRANI'S DEVASTATING ORDEAL IN A MAN ORIENTED SOCIETY : The much-scandaled biography of Tehmina Durrani that depicted 13 long and brutal years of her marriage to Cheif Minister Mustafa Kher. A household gossip that was internationalized by her efforts to make much of her private life public. Here was a woman, who went against the unwritten code of marriage in Eastern society and made her life a public statement, open to receive all the criticism from unknown people. But by this audacious act, she lit the year's old veil on fire, hence giving voice to a hidden and dark secret our society desperately wanted to bury. Tehmina Durrani in her shocking confession made her readers the sole judge of the atrocities she faced at the hands of a man she was married to. She became the symbol of ' that woman ', but today as I finish reading her life story, I admire her more than I should. I can't hold her accountable for the deeds that deemed her a bad woman. I can't ...

WHY EVERY GIRL SHOULD WATCH MULAN

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  WHY EVERY GIRL SHOULD  WATCH MUL AN: A girl became a soldier, the soldier became a leader, and the leader became the legend. I remember being born in the age of fluttering gowns and dancing steps, princesses seeking princes, getting ready for balls, going to great lengths to achieve something as petty as a man's attention. From Cinderella's lie of midnight strike, Ariel's innocent belief of leaving her world for a man, and sleeping beauty abandoning the three faries for the man she just met. All these stories taught us one thing, going after boys will either end up with us slipping into a coma or ending up eating a poisonous apple. Either with a prince who'll leave you alone in the palace in the end, or you losing your voice. For the longest time, the tales were of misery, they were of defiance for the wrong cause, they advocated vanity. The ambition was limited, and the ending was of fantasy far away from the land of reality. The ideals were of chasing behind man not...