Life, Love and Literature.

No branch can hold the weight; Of sorrow and gloom. My heart, is the strongest thing I have ever seen, It bears, wavers, comes back and fluctuates. It is the deepest well of dark light: It hides many treasures and lots of bright. The whims of storm, and vampy looks of people Have , made us both. Someone is looking at me with a catish smile; Something really bad, yet piercing my knowledge, To get deep,  and deep and wise. Be patient, it is not the end of your pain. Be ready for the one , yet to come: May be your heart will drain, But the pain that comes and goes is so beautiful. It makes my heart grow as firm rock. I have gain much from this pain; So, I'm ready come forth with your next level game. You won't see me hiding, You won't see me sliding: I will face the reality, and win the race; With the power of my fantasy. Ayesha Aamir. All copyrights are reserved.

Reluctant Fundamentalist is Mohsin Hamids great piece of art in Literature. In the novel he has shared somehow his own life experiences and perceptions therefore, we can call it an auto-biographical novel. He is using the technique of vexation cause, during the course of the story we see the protagonist Changez sharing his life experiences to an American stranger. He is basically, crying his heart out what he always wanted. He deep in his hear wished to share these experiences to an American to let them know how we Asian especially, Pakistanis think about them. The story basically deals with the theme of identity crises at large. As, we can see that Changez till the end of the story is not sure about his true perception whether, he hates America or not. He is a prisoner of his own soul. He does not know what he really wants and who he really is. He wants to find the answers of these questions but till the end they seem to be unsolved and unanswered. He is a simple person who wants to...

Someone Is Foul; Deeds are Filthy, In this Pure World I always Feel Guilty. Someone is Wrong, Someone is Heartless. Unkind and Brutal Like a Harsh Music Song. Due to this Bad Nature, Someone should Stay away; From Modest and Decent Folks They are good, They are calm, they Deserve to Stay. Someone can be wrong Someone can be right, No one is Perfect; No one has Completion. All should Know No one is Completely Bright. All is Dark and All has Flaws; Even the Light has it Under Its Paws. Don’t say You’re Pure, Everyone has those Sharp Jaws. Its all about the Time its all about the Situation; Put yourself into someone Else’s Plot, Feel it deep, with Your Imagination, You will find Your Standing Slot. Ayesha Aamir. All copyrights are reserved.

Black is the day and black is the night; Everything seems to be black and bold. Beast, is inside and beast, is outside The whole world seems to be beastly brutal. Banish that beast from heart and soul; Banish, and kill, and bury. Broader the branch of your tree of knowledge, Its birches will give you; the sprouts of courage. Believe in your fate and trust thyself do not, but only live the hope. Bird sings, and bird dies; But the song never ends, and it never flies. Dream to fly, but do not ask for waxen wings; Let the bird grow its own wings. Bash the fear and smash it hard, Do not believe it until you guard it at heart. By heart I mean the soul of my thought; And by soul I mean, the persona I carry within myself. Ayesha Aamir. All copyrights are reserved.

Birds should be caged, They should not be free to fly high. They should stay behind the bars; They should not feel the joy of green grass. Birds must stay away; From the trees, flowers and beautiful bay; Twigs and trunks and branches that sways, Breaking the harsh wind and snowy storms, Breaking their hearts and desires in a way, That they warn those birds to be aware. This green is so kind that it tries to save; Those little feathers to be crushed away. As it knows; this living is living but, yet not living, In your heart and mind, it’s a constant suicide, it’s a constant killing. Ayesha Aamir All copyrights are reserved.

Stream-of-consciousness is  a technique through which the writer sketches the thinking patterns of his character. The time runs according to the internal clock of the character’s mind, real time does not exist when the thought runs in the mind of the character. The writer explains the traits and personality of the character through his/her psychological patterning. This technique has been used by many writers but, James Joyce and Virginia Wolf are famous for the apt use of this technique in their novels. Stream-of-consciousness comes under the title of modern fiction. Though Virginia Wolf is not considered as pure modern novelist yet, she is famous of using stream-of-consciousness in her novel To The Lighthouse. The novel under discussion has many ways to present the technique of Stream-of-consciousness. Faulkner has not merely used the technique but, he has made it more complicated yet attractive and effective. His use of the technique is not merely the representation of the ...

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock is a masterpiece of T.S. Eliot. The title suggests it aptly that this is not a traditional love song of a romantic tone. It is rather, a mockery upon the condition of a modern man, who has faced the Wars and now facing the after effects of it. Eliot has displayed many themes in his poem, and he has described the mental turmoils of the modern man. He has portrayed the picture of a confused and paralyzed society, where people do not know what to do and which tradition should be followed; classic or modern. Eliot has laughed at his people and, described their paralysis in an apt fashion. Though he has made fun of the modern man and his confused psyche yet, this poem is not just a mimic. Rather, it is a complete picture to the history of modernism and, how people had lost their confidence and faith in the chaotic scenario of Wars. The narrative of the poem is equally impressive and attractive. He starts with the epigraph from Dante. In which a man who...

Sasha: She is frightened and looking someone behaind the door Nervously she thins to herself; Who is he? And why on earth is he following me? Right then Sharib came and put his hand on her shoulder. Sasha started screaming; Sasha: Aaaa aaaa aaaaaaaa Sharib: Hey just relax and quiet its just me your brother Sharib; and by the way whats going on here why are you looking out in manner as if you are spying on someone han? Sasha: Ah! you just scared me to death bhae, at least make some sound while stepping forward to someone urghh. And No! no ! (reluctantly) i’m not spying actually I thought someone has knocked the door so I was just checking. Sharib: oh, okay if that is the reason but your expressions are quite odd as if you have seen some sort of ghost or any other ugly creature hmm well I know i’m not that ugly looking do I? asking (smilingly). Sasha: Phuff! now stop teasing me for such little thing Bhae. Sharib okay miss enough of this nonsense, you go and change your Uniform and i’ll ...