The book I read last year

An Essay

For me, books are superfluous influencing intoxication and hunger for preserving knowledge and intellect. I believe the books to be the curriculum of encyclopedic excellence. I remember when I first read the book putting the immense impact of its political prediction of the future in my collocation of unusual research of philosophical caricature. In the book, 1984 – I took a glance at how the world would survive with explosive bombs on the buildings and Winston, the character felt chocked and imprisoned living in his own home under the surveillance of Big Brother, the term used to compact the representation of dictatorial regime, where one can’t sex and build relationships. All are just human robots, who keep following the instructions in an illusionary maze rupturing the purpose of the party. People were dominated and forced to sloganeering the three basic principles opposite to the social values. ‘War is Peace’. It exemplifies the people being in war-like zones always living under the impact of allowing bombs to replace the peace of humanity. The enmity of those vulnerable people having no hope for their life to fill with joy. The second one is ‘Ignorance is Strength’. Getting no knowledge of what is right or what is wrong for a society controlled by a bunch of idiots segregating the history of righteousness and teaching people to have faith in Big Brother because he is watching, is a bit humorous for me to believe in this hoax.

If this unidealistic tabooed unborn Big Brother exists today, I would see the stampede revolting against, it in a disinvigorating manner killing the party members and mentally torturing the people to defend anti-social behavior. The pathetic Winston runs hearing the noise of bombs after mooching to his home while smoking a victory cigarette. The most uncanny one is ‘Freedom is Slavery’. My hands were up to misunderstand it. Can Freedom be even slavery for humans? Freedom is just Freedom in any form. Then I analyzed that the writer is talking about Freedom impersonating slavery as a means of freedom itself, for instance, people working in different ministries and the ministry of peace is one among them and enough to make me lose my sanity for a moment. Why would I be anxious, I knew it was all a fiction work of Orwell. Not many will understand Orwell’s viewpoint until they pick and read this book. I learned that he was a unique figure, so the same would be found in his work of what I call a terrible masterpiece according to a woman interviewing him in his BBC documentary in which a British Actor was playing the role of Orwell, once traveled to Spain participating in Civil War and working alongside ‘Workers Party of Marxist Unification’. I kept forgetting it. Now I have memorized WPMU from Hitchens's memoir book Hitch 22. In the whole documentary, I liked how he was bored with every job and went on to find another one for his livelihood. His habit of smoking cigarettes from the time he was warned of suffering from tuberculosis in 1927, I think and constantly watched him doing the same till his death from this disease in 1950. I felt a personal condolence sitting in the year 2020 staring at Orwell marrying a woman and laying on the ventilator, wearing a three-piece suit, coughing. I was so tense to notice him smiling for the last time. I grinned viewing him mentioning in detail to use the gun as well as the grenade if the enemy confronts him. It was the time of World War second. I strangely threw the book in the rack as I thought this narrative had been designed to shelve the propaganda of making people blind that this would exactly happen. No one was literate and decent on this topic of prone perspective, debris to believing in. It is valueless and timidly written naming personal chores into the gloomy saga of future masses. I am the critic to define 1984 as a fervor content of offending the redemption of democracy. A form of political ideology that I think is the regular advantage of existing in ideal culture, splitting and disclosing the atrocious country rules in the past, moreover brought masses a summoning order of law and egalitarianism and right to salvation. Entertained insoluble parameter to not letting people linger upon their fundamental human rights in a disappearing chorus is a nonsense and inhuman, sarcastic idea in the digging text of the 1984 novel.

In so far as, I could at least initiate a class of criticism, nothing personal. It is a mere loquacious discussion of becoming a second-class critic in a context. I obnoxiously admire how Winston‘s individuality pulls his conflicting attitude to oppose the nullifying confidence of Big Brother to annihilate the civilization to its last remain. I imagined, how inevitable it is to think of a worthless calamity of environment shown in this fiction piece or an art to ruthless political domination to dig a pit of selfish motives in accordance to a group of people ruling on vast social structures, keenly negative showcase. It is a reach from admiration to humiliation to have killed millions of innocent people in the minds of totalitarian rulers, with no mercy whatsoever. The consent of an imposter believed to be a God of society and I observed the barbaric face of the party brainwashing and numbing the cerebral cortex of people following the political instructions as an amendment to social life, whereas politics should not interfere in the lives of others, for instance spying each activity of all men and women staying in homes not to sharing the politically restricted emotions with anyone and Winston is found violating the law to avoid sex. I don’t know how the writer penned down his thoughts into the fictional world of 1984, the world’s most unrealistic and far more shocking book of all time urging every person to replicate the imaginary circumstances. The question I ask myself is, Are we living in a world that matches the single most important aspect of this novel published almost seventy-two years ago or I will get a chance to penitence surviving in a future resembling the reality of 1984?