It sometimes becomes difficult to read without being affected by the reverence this book receives worldwide. But chapter after chapter, page after another I got to know the reasons for this admiration. For instance after I began reading, the first chapter wasn’t a beginning of the sorts but a scene in the middle of a story. But by the end of the chapter I was held captivated by the description of the scene. Only after reading a couple of hundred pages I realised the importance of the fragment I read in the beginning.

The book deals with reality and illusion, war and tradition, values and corruption, human logic and destiny and finally time and magic.  Yes magic, in its most real form which creates a sense of mysticism in the story. The story revolves around the Buendìa family of a village called Macondo. There is no real lead or hero of the book except the Buendìa family itself but has some very interesting acquaintances of the family including the gypsies. What makes it interesting to read is that you become a part of the tradition of the family, when you know about the family history better than the later generations of the family; it is easier to comprehend the larger picture.

From the very title of the book to its last word, it seems we’ve travelled a full circle of life, that meaning quiet literally. The book leads us to different places with the characters; we drift with them without actually realising that we’ve travelled so far. And with the same subtlety in writing we reach back to Macondo. The book narrates the reality, paints the past to understand the present in totality and surprises us with the future of each character.

The author has such patience to describe each and every thing with admirable precision that sometimes it’s hard to blink while reading. After reading the book I exhaled in disbelief about the knowledge the author has of not only human feelings, emotions, psychology but about the very art of writing as well. The capability of the author to honestly describe human psyche and behaviour is one to be applauded. Once I finished the book, one of the few things I managed to think was that ’Is it even possible to write something like this, think it all up?’ The story is complicated, the characters unpredictable, people so many in number, political issues which the world faces even today and to top it all up it is the people who make things complicated and bring about reform afterwards. The story spans from the very foundation of a village to its end and tells of the happiness and sorrow both destiny and nature bring about on this village. The book gives such grave insight on rebel movements as it does on the very nature of human beings. This book is far too diverse to be categorised into a type of writing.

The book depicts the nature of humans in a way that is real and genuine yet manages to surprise us with unpredictability of words and events. The book has its own history of the village, an uncertain present and a future held in a manuscript.

Combining so many themes in a single book artistically and yet managing to weave it all together in a fabric of magic and tradition is what keeps the plot interesting. The story of the book, it seems is the story of humanity compressed in time and space told through the tale of the Buendìa family. It tells of almost everything the world is made of love, family, nature, conflict, war, destiny, illusion and traditions. It really is something to be read.

I began as a hard-core Fiction reader (which I still am) but am slowly beginning to realise that non-fiction is not ‘uninteresting’, ‘boring’ or ‘unreadable’ – as is the myth. But what the avid fiction readers say about non-fiction is that it is ‘heavy’ on them but what they really mean is that is easier read when you know it’s not for real in contrast to when you know that some thing this bad can happen for real.

A non-fiction book I plan to read this summer is ‘The Discovery of India’. But I fail to overlook the irony in the title. What non-fiction readers many times boast is the fact that what they read is factual and entirely based on truth ‘as it is’ and not ‘tampered’ by the writing or perception of the writer. But books like ‘A Thousand Splendid Suns’ (fiction) have a deep relation with reality but are wrapped in a heartwarming story sadly true for most. Now, coming back to the title of ‘The Discovery of India’, Jawaharlal Nehru could have used any other title for this master piece that is woven in reality and hard-hitting facts but what he chose is a reflection to what he wants to convey to the readers. The book tells about a land and how it became India. Both these books, both an epitome of fiction and non-fiction invariably point out the issues (about women in Afghanistan) and reality (and history of India).

The fact of the matter is the destination of both fiction and non-fiction is an idea which is conveyed through two paths so different that they almost seem unrelated.

Therefore, from last night the line between ‘Reading fiction and non-fiction’ is getting blurred for me because I had a realisation that whether a book is a work of fiction or non-fiction, it should not keep me from reading it unless and until it conveys the idea and knowledge about things. The most Fictitious work like the Harry Potter series can sometimes teach a child better about friendship and virtues like courage than any real story ever. On similar lines, you might not feel motivational or positive as promised at the beginning of that self-help book.

Both fiction and non-fiction are part of a reality. I say so because they both are meant to convey a message or describe a phenomenon. Message about love, peace, discovery, science, history, politics, commerce, etc and description about a wizarding world, life in another planet, etc. Of all the things I mentioned I can think of at least one work of fiction and non-fiction on each one of them. Everybody wants a bit of luck in their life, a bit of magic;luck for their favourite sports teams and players and magic to find love for themselves. If their team wins it becomes a fact. But when a person’s dream of becoming a writer is shattered long before it is realised and written about in a novel, it might be fiction to the rest of the world but very much a reality for that person.

So not all is fiction to everyone, but some things are fantasy to all. What is important is not whether one reads fiction or not but does it affect you at all? What is supreme is an idea gained and how we chose to develop it, nurture it for the better, for the best.

It is an independent bookstore and goes by the name Rupayana. Not only is it a place where books are treated with the kind of respect they deserve but also a place immensely satisfying for a reader and a book-lover. I say satisfying because they are well-kept and maintained in a way that it is hard to keep one from appreciating it.After couple of visits to that bookstore I started to browse similar independent bookstores around the world that are still operating or once did on the internet. And to my delight I found several of the kind.

The independent bookstores offer writers and readers place, atmosphere and almost always the companionship and help of the bookstore staff. These bookstores have an air which is unique to them which has a sense of history to it and a story to tell. Because such bookstores are not there just to sell books, they are there to offer you a place where you can read and celebrate books. That’s where the integral difference between Commercial and Independent-bookstores-with-a-heart lies, Independent bookstores celebrate books and do not compromise respect for books at any cost.

Like all good things, these Independent bookstores too have to face hurdles and obstacles due to which several have been forced to close down. But nevertheless they exist and I believe almost everywhere, we just need to search and explore because there are always enough people to admire things like these and have the courage and strength to see that they exist. While I was reading about Independent bookstores around the world a lot of them have been forced to close down because of financial reasons but as evidence that people care about such things I scrolled through hundreds of articles in the protest of such closures.

Whilst these bookstores manage survival, I never fail to recognise the efforts that are put in to make and keep up such a haven for book lovers. I will find it hard to find even more to believe that a person with utter disregard for books can create such a place. Only when a person is truly in love with books and knows the value attached to reading can she or he create it in the first place. Like many people who crave for a books stacked together to be read and a collection of books that is discussed and highly thought of, some of them have the resources and courage to open a bookstore, one with a soul.

Opening and maintaining a bookstore, any bookstore for that matter requires funds and lots of them. Therefore not many Independent bookstores have risen to worldwide fame.  But who needs fame and money when you have satisfaction of preserving books in the best of their spirits and encouraging reading as a blissful habit? But there are inevitable situations which arise without worldwide fame and funds which certainly are hard hitting and real and uproot the very existence of Independent bookstores causing them to close down. One such bookstore among the hundreds that have had similar fate I read about was based in San Francisco called ‘Clean Well-Lighted Place for Books’. The name forced a smile on my face followed by sadness that a bookstore with such a name had to be closed down.

Such harsh fate that these Independent bookstores have met and the realisation of their importance forced me to ponder on them. Even though we have found replacements and substitutes for almost everything, we must not fail to realise the importance that such Independent bookstores have on us and the impact they have on our personalities. After all we are human beings not robots, we do not need books alone to extract knowledge, we need the inspiration to read them and be in an environment where we can create a haven in our minds to respect and acknowledge them. And that is what these Independent bookstores around the world offer, they inspire us to read for pleasure and work and while we do that, they silently keep the spirit of books alive.

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At the end of the film, Becoming Jane, a simple sentence says it all and yet less about Jane Austen.

‘In her short life Jane Austen wrote six of the greatest novels in the English Language.’

But what never fails to amaze me is the character of Jane Austen herself, a woman, a heroine of her life. While looking back on the times that she started writing, writing itself was considered a sad habit for a woman. Let alone any kind of inspiration, it was most of the times condemned. She wrote and she wrote tirelessly not to the amusement of anyone, but little did the society knew back then and she herself that she would be read in the many years to come and forever after that to the amusement of the most.

The kind of rebellion that she must have done back then, changing the order as she did is unimaginable to me. Today in the 21^st century women face so many problems other than just being accepted and read, when the notion that women can and do write is established, I find it extraordinarily difficult to accept and imagine the kind of problems women writers would have had to face then, when the idea of women writing was absurd. She aspired to become a writer when she had nothing motivating to guide and support her. She sought to be independent when women being lady-likely were dependent on men (not that the scenario has changed everywhere) was norm.

Her passion for happiness is well reflected in her writing, happiness that she did not meet in her life while she dealt on her being an author earlier in her life.

She became an underlying inspiration to all women that wanted to write or wrote that not all is dependent on the society that you live in. You can bring change; you can transform the rules and finally revolutionize what you distinguish as right. Her extraordinary writing has already asserted her acceptance and success in the society, society that has changed in the span of 200 years that have elapsed since she breathed last. But what I am most amused at is that she lived and lived the way that she did. Because only when she lived the way she did, she is a motivation to the infinite women transcending time, boundaries and of course professions.

Had she not been stubborn enough in the most passionate way, she might have moved on and listened to the society that is ever ready to dominate and dictate you with its traditions and own-approved standards. She might have not written at all and this thought is impossible to accept for me, not only because there would be one less woman author in the world today but because there would be definitely one less reason for women to be proud of themselves.

And so as awestruck and motivated that I find myself every time I read about Jane Austen, I can never be more thankful for her being herself and writing, come what may!

As the film commences, the beginning part of it makes you fall in love with the planet, not Earth but Pandora. The film introduces you to the creatures unknown, to the life unknown and finally the people, certainly unknown.

‘What are we doing?’ is all I could manage to think after I came out of the theatre. Pandora is not just another planet; it is very much a sarcastic replica of Earth, the Earth it used to be, and the Earth that now can be identified even less with Pandora, with each day passing.

Even though I want my mind to not admire, what we call ‘the human’ spirit but the spirit of life alone instead, characters like those of Jake Sully and the Scientist (they were the ones who turned traitors to their ‘own race’ in order to save Pandora) do not make me do it. Even though I want to but I don’t only for the appreciation of the remains of the good. What now should be generalised as the human spirit is destruction that is ruthless and brutal in terms of association of man with Earth. Therefore now do I hesitate to admire the ‘human’ spirit.

Things which we often call human values, human virtues such as love, affection, brotherhood, truth, often do ‘we’ the most ‘developed’ creatures of this planet, do not realise that these virtues are not exclusive, not to humans alone but are values and virtues of this universe for the ones ‘living’ (not human but living!) to practise or have these. We do it always! Every single time! We start to use a thing and use it to such an extent that we assumingly think, we own it. But the fact of the reality is that we DON’T and will never! Like in the case of Earth, we say it’s OURS (mostly including humans) when it’s clearly not.

What the human forces did on Pandora is utter and ruthless destruction and devastation to secure their needs and ‘requirements’ is the sort of misery we bring upon Mother Earth, thousand times more in intensity and a little a time i.e. we do it every second only to lessen the voice of Earth’s cry, mother Earth that she is.

We need to realise that Pandora is our Earth and the forces are the humans on Earth but why should we go to Pandora to realise that! We need to realise it here and all in good time that is fast running out!

What Human race now has to be identified with is the identity that of a murderer of Earth because less than the insignificant are trying to protect the Earth. But we need to find a way, we have to find a way, as did the Na’avi, to save our support of existence, our planet and some of us need to turn traitors to the human race and do that.

When the forces attack Pandora for the first time, the land ,the people ,all were shocked by the intensity of the attack, the guns, the missiles, the bombs (after all this is it what humans now most prefer to do, destroy and take over),helpless (as they felt then) and felt defeated. That is what Earth might feel presently but nothing will be the same in the years to come. If the humans have to totally destroy the Earth they are going to need a lot more than what they posses now, to fight what is to befall upon them, after all they are on a mission to defeat the spirit of ‘living’, We must not forget, that what finally happened was, the forces were not only defeated but were crushed, with the lesson adequate and necessary learnt and the traitors were rewarded for their support of good and not the evil.

The identification that something is bad can only be done in the presence of good. But what if there is no good? Bad will remain so, with no better competitor. That’s what is happening on Earth. We all destroy, we all murder Earth a little and no one does otherwise, therefore the crime goes unnoticed, unidentified, unrecognised, and unpunished, most importantly.

Alright, turning traitor to the ‘own race is no easy task, to do the ‘good’ is no easy either’ but what has been in the past? All the things, freedom, liberty, justice had to be won and the people struggled over centuries together to these. So it’s not going to be easy, but certainly, certainly not impossible!

Earth is not supposed to be polluted as it is now, it is not supposed to die a thousand times before nature, the universe decide its fate, it’s certainly not supposed to be undergoing what it is now. Earth is supposed to be an artwork of beauty, symbol and nurturer of life and remain in existence for the varied life forms to thrive, not take over, not destroy, but to thrive and develop, keeping in harmony with Earth and not trying or assuming to own it but simply be grateful to the Earth and the wonder that it is, the jewel in the crown of universe it is.

I as are thousands of millions others, am a ‘hard core’ fan of Harry Potter and the wonder the creation By J.K. Rowling that Harry Potter is. But here I am not to write of why and how the series has fortified my mind and heart but will try to explore the story that is behind Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling and their union, finally.

Rowling says she thought about Harry Potter first when travelling on a train back to London. Now what could she possibly have seen to have such a sensational idea?(I would appreciate if the readers are able to ignore my periodic praise for Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling, even though I try to be unbiased but since I have read Harry Potter and can never be ‘not loyal’ to it, forgive me for the occasional appreciation which just might be not well-received by the people who think otherwise).A documentary on J.K. Rowling, ’A Year In The Life Of J.K. Rowling’ aired on Fox History and Entertainments reveals several things which the Harry potter might connect to.

J.K. Rowling had a rather strained and a frightened relationship with her father and her imagination could never really allow the protagonist, Harry to have a whole family, instead it allowed him to have none. Instead what Rowling always thought a perfect father figure should be like, she found that ‘perfect father figure’ in the characters of Dumbledore, Hagrid and McGonagall and Mrs. Weasley as his partly ideal mother figures. The documentary also informs us of ‘the cupboard under the stairs’ which was once a part of her early homes. Even though she never had to live there, Harry had to, for years through his childhood.

Joanne’s favourite virtue is courage and that would rather be an easy guess for a Harry Potter reader, since she not only made courage a de facto motto of Gryffindor (one of the houses of the Hogwarts School For Witchcraft and Wizardry) but practically let her characters be ‘courageous’ too, for the story, for the readers.

All this and more is not mere coincidence of Rowling’s and Harry Potter’s world, it certainly is more than that, sure more than that.

What I could derive from all this is the f act that what is usually ‘said’ and associated with Harry Potter or any other fiction or fantasy work is the creation of a new world, a new universe and definitely an impossible one, but I think that what constitutes J.K. Rowling’s world is not something she created, not something that is an ‘another’ world but a part of herself, her life, what that is in reality and what that she secretly and wished to live and the one she did. Harry Potter is no one else but a part of her own soul, which is shy alike Rowling, courageous alike Rowling (courageous with her words that she is) and certainly with birthdays alike.

People, who often deject Harry Potter as a piece of ‘pure fantasy’, must reconsider their thoughts and realise that what they simply call ‘child like fantasy’ is not fantasy after all. Several would even argue that what Rowling does is that she glorifies ‘life’, glorifies death, glorifies friendship. But often do those same people fail to grasp that what they simply call glorification is the depiction of extreme conditions, adversities in which humans still remain humane, friend will be a friend still then and humanity will remain so, even then.

What inspired J.K. Rowling, what allowed her horses of imagination to run so fast and in a direction so correct that they ran into ‘Harry Potter’?

What gave her inspiration were the several things, situations and people whom she sometimes had and other times wished she had and other times not so much. But what she initially had was a struggled life, barely the fraction of life that she has now. She wrote, as did thousands, as do thousands and always do, she had a life as ordinary as any. Now when we relate Harry Potter facts, character, story, places even to the fragments of her life, they seem important enough, sad or happy enough and finally inspirational enough. But what if she had failed to receive inspiration from what she lived daily? What if she did not even care to pep into her past to weave the characters of Harry Potter? May be we could have never known Harry living in the ‘cupboard under the stairs’…

What inspires us and how much we allow ourselves to be inspired really?

J.K. Rowling lived her life in normalcy, as general and normal it could be sometimes more. But what she did have control over was the power to observe, imagine, hope and finally be inspired, inspired to improve her life in a Harry Potter world, inspired to share her life, a part of her soul, Harry Potter with the world. Such is the power of being inspire, simply.

What wonder Harry Potter is now can be described by even an eleven year old reading it, its success and more over acceptance among people of this world for they want to believe in the victory of good over evil, extraordinary friendships and the supreme power of hope and love. All this simply inspired from a life being live in normalcy by a woman, a mother who was a story teller only to her kid(s),17 years earlier? This ‘miracle’ that the success of Harry potter and J.K. Rowling is now is simply an example for all the habitants of this globe, what can really be the result of being inspired, being inspired to share, to fulfil and complete one’s life through this gift bestowed upon us, gift of creating fiction, gift of imagination.

I’m sure J.K. Rowling has fulfilled several of her dreams, tried out left out mischief and finally had the life or rather partly lived a life she wished, she always wanted. If a woman’s desire from all that is around her be a miracle, to gain inspiration from each one of our lives, we can do wonders never seen, heard or heard of. The ultimate need is to be inspired not only from extraordinary stories and situations but our own life, whether extraordinary or not.

J.K. Rowling gained inspiration from her own life and as she discovered words a medium to express it, she did. Similarly each one us, being the judge of their own potential should be observant enough to be inspired to do things, change them, if necessary. ’J.K. Rowling A Miracle’ is nothing less than an example of the infinite miracles there can be, there should e in this ‘Real’ world of ours.

The people who do not name them either they consider no one worthy to be looked up to or I’m afraid to say so but are not quite as good at observing. The people who do actually name their Role Model they are either moved by the achievements of the people they look up to or are not, quite obviously. If they genuinely are then they keenly observe their qualities, the hard work they put in to things, how they improve perfection.

Now one thing that might bother many of us is the fact that how is considering someone a Role Model connected to being a keen observer?

But that is completely related, relevant too. Is it that only people who actually have the job title as ‘social activists’ or who do ‘social service’ have compassion for the poor and do charity for them are entitled to be ‘Role Models’ ? Is it only the person who has the record for most number of runs or who has most number of grand slams can inspire you enough to do something that you are capable of doing or is expected out of you?

No, I disagree to this as I would to any wrong.

It is the sheer lack of observation that does not allows our mind to perceive people around us to be Role Models. It might be more then lack of observation but it surely does not allow our family and acquaintances to become our Role Model. It does not allow our grandfathers who’ve spent their entire life after retirement with grandkids, only to teach them, be with them, and be a part of their child’s ‘child life’ to be a Role Model. It does not allow us to look up to our fathers and mothers,to learn the art of parenting, of which we ourselves are the product,as Role Models. It does not allow our brothers and sisters to be an inspiration enough,even when they are, not necessarily only by guiding us to achieve something by giving us wisdom of what they did to achieve something but by simple making us realise the harsh but true circumstances and inspiring us,by talking to us and explaining things they would have wanted somebody to explain it to them besides the parents, somebody wiser but of the same generation. It and ego does not allow our friends to inspire us, at many occasion as well.

How many of us actually are inspired by seeing our parents toiling away each day to make things better, life better, for us, inspired to be loving enough, caring enough, dedicated enough and finally how to manage things, how to manage life? How many of us are actually inspired by talking to our brother and sisters, simply allowing them to inspire you without any walls of ego or lack of acceptance coming in between?Please also consider that what the questions are associated to it is not about appreciating,but appreciating enough that we consider those deeds those of ‘Role Models’.

Even if some of you are, believe me I would be a happier person and would request you all to share about a person whom you consider a Role Model or a habit which you would want to inculcate in yourself too.

Looking up to a person does not necessarily mean being the replica of that same person but is being motivated by her/his story, a habit or a deed. Considering someone a Role Model does not only refer to addressing Sachin Tendulkar, Roger Federer, Albert Einstein, Swami Vivekananda and infinite personalities more who have excelled in their fields of expertise and continue to contribute and inspire people, as Role Models.(Sure it does refer to addressing them but there is much more to it.)

I think to consider somebody a Role Model one should not strive to become the same person completely but gain inspiration to do things relevant to each one of our lives. We should be observant enough to notice Role Models around us and acknowledge them which will further encourage them. To choose a Role Model is not finding perfection in humans but is simply allowing our senses to learn and be inspired from the things they have done, they have achieved.

To not to have a Role model is also not wrong but don’t you think that to have no one or nothing to inspire one is to consider the other way that one is perfect? To be perfect after doing things is correct but wanting to be called perfect before making a mark on this planet is not.

I don’t make a claim but am sure of one thing that I allow myself to observe.

My Elder Brother and Grandfather tirelessly are themselves and never fall short of providing me enough evidence that there are Role Models around us and they are no less than any better Role Model and an Einstein (No offense to Mr. Einstein) respectively.

Open your eyes to the billion Role Models around and allow them to be one, let nothing and no one hold you back because what really matters is you being inspired and doing things which would make this planet, Earth a more liveable, habitable place(even though it is and it generally never fails me).

P.S. This is a humble request to all readers to share anything they would like to about being or seeing somebody as a Role Model.

When a child is admitted in a school the parents help the child to learn up his identity. Identity in that phase of life is a mere way through which a child is addressed with or communicated to. This is one of the first steps our mind takes to absorb who we are and where we belong. When the child hears the words that define him he starts to realise that there exists a place for him in the society, in the world he watches pass by him daily. Parents do their duty sincerely but when the shift of responsibility occurs, the child often fails to do it.

Our parents give us name, religion (though they have no control or choice themselves), colour of the skin, sex (again the parents don’t really have a say in this but their chromosomes do) only because this identity gives us a place in the world. Once we’ve acquired that place already isn’t it the duty of the now grown up child to judge and prioritise for himself what consists of his identity? Often we are so caught in the noise of the world that leave alone studying our identity, we become deaf for our inner voice.

Often or as I may so say near to always we judge others and others judge us on the basis of the artificial and superficial identities like sex, colour of the skin and religion. This is because of the fact that what we were taught, we forgot to analyse and prioritise it and resultantly we consider these minor details our main identity.

I don’t say that all of us become nameless and follow ‘no-religion’ or become colourless physically, I just say that what our parents gave us, i.e. name, etc, so as to build a bridge for the world to reach us, communicate with us don’t make it your only and primary identity.

Sometimes people hesitate to say their name only in the fear that somewhere, someone would judge them and allow his prejudices to act against them.

It’s a humble request from a fellow resident of this globe that all of us must and should discover our true and unique self and then only will the world be diverse. We often say that no two people are the same but just consider this, we categorise people with the same religion having the prejudiced (almost) same skin colour, and so won’t the people be the same in that ‘category’? When we categorise people prejudicially on the same podium we often fail to realise the fact that when we categorise we simply are calling them same and not just labelling them.

This categorisation is done with and by all of us, and so how can no two people be same?

But of course they can be the same and are, sadly so in this ‘real’ world!

We all are or rather all our minds’ are shackled to these self-made ‘categories’.

When this notion evolved that no two people are same, I guess it was done by the highest men on Earth since they did not merely do it on the physical or material basis, they did it on the basis of discovering ones’ true self. When this notion is stated, as I see it, it means that the people who have discovered themselves are the ones unique to this world and to each other.

Therefore what I see of the identities of the people around me is nothing more than being stereotyped!

Identity is what one searches in the self within, sets out on for a voyage in the deep sea of our souls.

We must immediately free ourselves of these shackles, these stereotyped identities and go on a quest to discover our beautiful soul.

These words-”art of written works” these four words define “literature”.

Furthermore, art is defined as: the process or product of deliberately arranging elements in a way that appeals to the senses or emotions.

And so, according to these, literature is and can be called an artwork, (since art at most occasions is known to be associated with paints only) where only the paints are replaced by words.

For all these centuries, or shall I say that from the third millennium B.C. people have been contributing to different types and forms of literature and still carry on to do so. Literature is and has been the best witness to the history, history of this frequently changing world, and keeping all its moments in its stories, novels and poems. From the writings of Shakespeare and several before those to the many literary pieces yet to come, we all have, have been helped to know our past, and not just know it, to know it better, only to better our own future. Literature has been a passage for the world to travel from its past into its present, by knowing the facts and figures of yesterday and how to improvise and build its present on them.

Many of us are often afraid to write something or anything we feel about our present or our surroundings, they not only are keeping the world away from their perspective but also, who-knows not writing a literary piece. Why do not we all realize the fact that if we do not write about what we feel we are being a hindrance in to that passage that would lead us to the future? I clearly can use the word hindrance because it is the collective perspective and perception of the world that would lead us to the future and not a mere future but to a better one too. We think, that what may our view carry, so that it would help the world to progress, but we often fail to understand that is us and only us that make the world, that constitute the world.

The literary piece that were written centuries ago are still being studied and analyzed and the reason for this is that those literary piece not just have a storyline to them but also possess the evolution of language. It carries hints of evolution of language, a medium of communication and thus also a very or one of the most important factors in the development of the humans as a whole and together as a world too. Communication as all might agree is by far one of the most essential element with being the most important one too in the development of the world, because when we communicate to one another we not only gain perspective, but are also forced to think the pros and cons of the thing we are talking about, give arguments if any and finally judge it, if it is simply good or bad on the basis of it harming anything or not or the extend of the harm caused too.As language is the medium and the basis of communication and so I suppose it further is the basis of development.

Language is the beauty presented, along with the art of the words woven together, and as language comes hidden along with literature or shall I say provides literature the invisible base itself, to create and write will only help stimulate the progress of mankind. So, all the non-writers-but-only-wishing-to-write-and-share-their-views-people start writing on anything and everything you feel about, because you never know you might create literature!