Pakistani Literature

The striking appeal by the title “Pakistani Literature”, and being never been through any English work of a Pakistani author before, it came more as a phase of mortification in hopes prior to being anything else. To put it honestly so far as I found, the ideals don’t dictate our culture..  the hanking up with a jib of ‘polyglot culture’-well, thats what the preface admits too. Must here observe that with language comes the intimacies with culture, so I personally won’t agree with the title of the book. There’s an unjustification in that! The prose-section, I went through it all. It was fine if to highlight that peculiar issue –the author had a fine sense and he did justice on account of the story itself.  Each of ‘em, I’ll attribute, well a few are aput ah :v . Especially, the short-story “With Music By Dmitri Tiomkin: A Short Story” by “Zulfiqar Ghose” he made a distinguished remark where he says: ‘Those spectators who have to rely on their own eyes are, therefore, full of doubt, not knowing whether to believe the first or the second group of the privileged owners of binoculars, and are discussing whether binoculars should be banned so that everyone could see the same thing.’  How that by mocking the urging minds and curious eyes who hath to put up with something but a ‘source’ is abridging them ove’ away to discriminated lands that they don’t inhabit the same sense? And the queer vicious novelty that heaps of great organs/systems are bringing and bingeing thus distorting and causing such hegemony of truth. Tut!  And what more to put is that ‘The spectators on the highest tier congratulate each other on possessing the best seats, and... they are where they are, and if anything seems to be on the horizon, then let the others squabble over what they make of it. They know what it is, having best view, but they are not going to tell the others who have not paid as much for their lowly seats.’ Now you make of it fella’, i don’t need put another word- . Here was where I found this story awful, elsewhere I was finding trouble in making out what the exactest plot was, though the transitions in it were novel and interesting.  

Now for poetry section, i did perusal of few prior to the idea that i was struck with abjection and disgust to drop the book all. For care of knowledge, the dread of falling off the grounds .. thats where depression names itself. And that is the time you must now close the book!

I don’t know if I got prejudiced by what impression I perceived, but anyways that was my notice! If you want to contrast yours, the book is all the way there in the world. Choice is yours to take it if you please.

Cheers~