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Summer is ending.. Nights are getting cooler.. You can feel the heat fading away.. There is another month till proper climate change.. But the timings of namaz are moving closer. The small changes are here.
Tomorrow my university starts as does of many others.. New semester new session.. A new beginning.. Today i spent quiet some time cleaning up and finding my old stuff.. What i ended up finding was 100 rupees in change.. Ah what a great feeling that was…. Also i bought like a bunch of pens though i dont need any of them.. I have like alot of pens and pencils leftover from the previous semester but i am me, the person who is crazy about stationary even the completely uneccessaory one….

New pens. Colored pointers.. Pencils i dont need and a dozen ballpoints
Old ballpoints. Highlighter which i barely used.. Pointers which are chewed up but work just fine..
These coins were every where in pencil bag all pockets of my backpack and in my purse..

I dont know why but today i feel really good.. I hope this feeling stays….

Today is also a defence day.. Though i have my reservations about the war. There is no doubt about the bravery and valor of our soilders and civilians alike in the war of 65′. Long live Pakistan….


A reminder of childhood.

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This book is one of the best children-adult book i have come across. Maybe i have not read a lot, but i have never read a book like this one before.

There is nothing extraordinary about this book. There are not many profound quotes or extra terrestrial experiences. This book is very simply written at times i had confusion in understanding it it was written in such a Southern American style.(that i am sure is a only personal deficit)

To really love this book you have to remember your childhood. You must remember those unending summer vacation after which when you went to school you were a little different from before. Those summer vacations when you saw your cousins and friends. a world different from the world of school.

Scout the protagonist of the book lives in every child, little imaginative, fearless, not yet familiar to the lines of social norms, who might claim to be equal to her elder brother, but would follow the elder sibling anywhere.

Scout introduces us to the Maycomb society,  a southern state where the difference between black and white is drilled in the blood and system of the state. She listens to her teacher drone about Hitler being trash because he persecutes Jews. Being prejudiced is wrong and executing people because of it is a crime,  At the same time she witnesses the same prejudices and execution carried on the blacks. It confuses her but she does not get a straight answer.

Scout and her brother are growing with a “radical” father. they have a very close, healthy and idealistic relationship with their him. they are soon thrust into a world where being black is worse than being white trash. Which really does not make much sense to them. Jem thinks there are 4 kinds of people in the world, as his world is Maycomb county so that’s they only division he could come up with but Scout does not get it yet she just thinks everyone is same all are just “Folks”.

This book shows how children progress from believing in haunted houses to navigating differences between races. How tall tales told by a friend can make more sense than long lengthy reasons of adults. How hypocrisy and prejudices of group of women during a tea can be understood by 8 year old but never deciphered not really.

How a society can make a good stand up citizen look weak and coward in his children eyes.

This book explores the world through 8 year old eyes with scale of 12 year old and writer did a damn good job of it.

This book is our childhood.