Book Review-Animal Farm

By George Orwell

I was surprised to find it a tiny story about animals on a farm (as the name suggests) however it also raises a lot of questions on a pig’s intellectual abilities.
Candidly, I expected a trance of intense and invigorating struggle, which would open a new dimension of rumination to occupy myself in the aftermath of finishing the novel; nevertheless it did have a significant message covered neatly behind the story of pigs.
The Message: Intelligence and knowledge toil together to corrupt equality and that, it is the basis of classification of beings (humans and animals both) into classes of superior and inferior.
My point being that every species on earth has been treated unequally with the gift of intelligence; in which case humans possess ample of it and are the epitome of superiority; hence the dominion of the lands of earth. For instance the human race were to be wiped down to zero, every last man dead, who were next in line to have the reins of this civilization: obviously the next set of species who are second to humans in intelligence. How would they rule? Just like humans, they would tramp down every other kind, exploit their territory and bring about destruction.
In some ways animals would be no lesser humans in times of power (of intelligence).
This novel was a simple read that uncovers a complex plot and takes time to assimilate.


The poem “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost talks a great deal about choices one shall encounter and the choices one makes defines his true character or stature. In everyday life we make a choice and in the process we obviously reject the others. But, is there a way we could formulate a method which could show the losses we bear for not opting for the others. In economics, the principle of opportunity cost reasons out such premises. It says that every choice involves trade-on and trade-offs, however if and only when the choices we yields more trade-ons and trade-offs, we have made the right choice.
Everyday around the globe a series of revolutionary ideas erupt and replaces its counterparts. In retrospection, we realize that on our way to up gradation we left something behind and only the absence of it makes the feeling more profound.
When civilization barged in, we readily accepted every aspect it. We made a swarm of choices which brings us to the present scenario, where we believe in god, where we create religion and then fight wars for dominance, where we curse poverty and then we go on a spree to destroy our own kinds. A wise man very aptly said,” A guilty conscience has no accuser”. The problems we face today are results of the horrendous choices we have made. One of them is the choice of creating barriers around us everywhere. These barriers exist in the form of religion, caste and class. These impenetrable barriers with such strong threshold are almost impossible to raze and achieve unity.
A land where notions of individualism is as shallow as its believers however, words such as ‘collectivism’ give an essence and unity shall prevail.

“Out beyond ideas
of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field,
I’ll meet you there.
-Jelaluddin Ruma, 13th Century

Book Review-Great Expectations

By Charles Dickens

I wish, I could in simple words explain my earliest experience with Dickens but I seem to be in loss of words for I have no conclusion to provide. For sure, Dickens is the foremost literary figure and his work is applauded worldwide but I have nothing to say to back his gigantic façade.
It was a difficult read and all the more complex with Dickens’s witty sarcasm where I actually lost him. I received exactly what an ardent classics reader expects when he /she picks up a 19th century novel. Dickens’s style seemed different from his contemporaries and probably also the reason why he has been hauled all these years.
As to Pip’s expectations, he did fairly well by the end of it. Miss Havisham seemed a very complex character from the writer’s point of view and so did Estella, an extended form of Miss Havisham, but the author handled it very skilfully.
The story came up with some suspense as to who is Pip’s benefactor, whereas the reader had already discovered and later plotted Estella’s family tree as soon as the author introduces the idea of it. The novel’s predictability spoils its reputation but nevertheless it is a work of high regard for me.
I still have difficulty imagining Wemmick’s house at Warloth.