Life, Love and Literature.

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 ...

Hi, I'm just a little, and I want just a little from the world. This just a little basically is, the whole world and everything. The reality is that, no body has the entire world under his/her feet. Even, a princess does not have everything in life. Then comes the proverb; life is not a bed of roses, I would like to say it the other way round; life is not a piece of cake as, when you're here you'll have to face the music; sometimes harsh, sometimes sweet and sometimes nothing but silence. Silence is the best language in the world. It says everything and tells the whole story. I love the language of deep, deep silence, and a corner in my room, the darkest and the most silent place of world where, I cry my heart out. That is the best place on the face of this earth as, it hides me into it, embraces me and hugs me. Silence is my best companion, and the corner provides the best shoulder to cry in bad days. Silence always console me with its deep, sweet voice. Why silence and...

Robert Frost is a famous American poet. His work was published in England at first then in America. He is famous for the display of realism in his poetry through fantasy and illusion. His style in poetry is quite difficult to delimit. We cannot give his poetry any specific genre. He starts his poems with an idea of fantasy and imagination, then at the end he seems to fluctuate towards reality. His poetry is a fusion of both reality and imagination. The tone and expression of his poetry is somehow straight forward and determined, at the same tine some of his work depicts his internal conflicts and melee too. His representation of reality is so magnificent that one cannot avoid appreciating it. The amalgam of reality and fantasy pleases the senses and gives an ultimate pleasure to the readers. His reality is not just the mere representation of worldly sorrows and agonies rather, he displays all these problems by using the colors of imagination so, that reality looks beautiful and, world ...

This is a story of a little girl whit a little heart. It will tell how the birds of a little talent can be caged. It present the brutal growth of that heart which once was beautiful and innocent but, then; it becomes the crushed soul and a ruined personality. Let us listen the story from the tongue which bore it, and let us listen her heart through her words. The story starts when I was in 7th grade, and I were a flimsy, weak little girl with a pale face and big wide eyes. It was the time when doctors revealed it to my mother that it is not actually an in-hailing problem but a heart disease. It can never be cured, she has this disease since the very first day of her birth, and it is quite late now so, she has to live with it. I had no trouble in that. I was happy (and I still am happy) to be sick is not a big deal I thought but, it was just me and my perception. the world doesn't think like that. It is a very filthy place though to live in, harsh but reality. I know, many people ...

Lili lili birthbath, Sitting on a dirt path, Minnow sat on a rim and drank, Slipped, and in the water she sank. ( Hosseini , A Thousand Splendid Suns 21). I have selected A Thousand Splendid Suns as the text of my study because it supports my argument. The argument of my study is that women in Afghanistan have no prestige and they enjoy no agency in their patriarchal society. Since Hossieni’s fiction is not been tapped in terms of feminist readings, I have invoked feminist theory to critically analyze Hosseini’s text.  The primary focus of this study is the aspect of feminism in the novel and how author has described his ideas about women and their miseries in a patriarchal society. In the novel, the author paints a picture of two women, their love, emotions and sacrifices, how both of them struggle in their lives and how by fate they meet and build a great and unbreakable bonding with each other. In the study I will find the traditions of Afghan community and the ...