my syllabus

Belonging to an age where everything is gloomy, where nothing is there to look forward to I am surrounded by the writers assigned in my syllabus that punctuates already heavy atmosphere with there sadist thinking. I am sitting with a hot bottle, a cup of tea and a question in my mind that why the hell Orwell has taken so much pains to add our pains through his writings in already painful and hellishly cold lives of ours. No doubt that he is a great writer and a great thinker but what does he wants to prove through his novel 1984. His views on politics and political terms are not detaining any political party or political leader from not doing so then why did he spend his last years wasting on such a work. Here is not the end of my misery there are many other writers as I mentioned above, then let me elaborate my statement a little. There is a paper in our syllabus called “criticism” where we have writers divulging in criticizing each other. Now why should we read them? What they are teaching us that we should pen down are thoughts in never ending sentences. On the other hand is Harold Pinter, and his “birthday party”, so gloomy is the setting and everything in it that you seem to collapse the moment you reaches the end of it.

                     Summing up, I would say that there writings have shown that there is no escape in the world, that you are stuck in a planet that is deprive of anything good or inspiring or imaginative. Whose fault is that. I wont say that these writers are to be blamed who have excelled in their genres and I will be perfectly dumb if I would do that. Their writings represent perfectly the dark future after the two world wars. The needle of criticism is on the people who have decided our syllabus without using any brains. With the odd selection of our syllabus they have denied us a perspective of looking at the brighter side of this world and to feel at least a little proud to be humans.