Why is that so?

Why is it that we feel things?  The feel of feelings is just impossible to put into words.

Why is it that we crave for something and when we get it, we repel it? We mistake happiness for sadness and sadness for happiness.

Why it is that sadness gets prolonged and happiness dies so young? We tend to mourn the end of happiness.

Why can’t we celebrate the end of everything rather than whining? We fear being alone with misery.

Why can’t we confront our fears? We are too afraid of losing the battle of life.

Why, with time, questions become shorter? In life, we run out of words.

The feeling of loneliness, the feeling of being helpless, the feeling of despair, the feeling of sadness, the feeling of choking pain, the agony of feeling; where do they come from?

Why aren’t there any answers for every ‘whys’? We keep on asking ourselves questions and we know we won’t get any real answer except for lies. Why is that so?

The Diary of a Social Butterfly

This book captivated me the moment I saw its cover while I was browsing randomly through shelves in a local book store the other day. I knew this was exactly what I needed for my research work; something light and humorous, yet full of harsh reality. My research supervisor was also pleased with my choice of book and she encouraged me to take it up as a political satire instead of social satire to give it a new dimension.
Mohsin has quite wonderfully criticized the prevailing trends and norms of the society which have made us superficial and indifferent to our surroundings. Little do we know what is happening in our country let alone the whole world. She has masterfully used the devices of wit and irony and sketched an interesting character speaking, in Salman Rushdie's words, the chutneyfied version of English.
I would recommend this book not only for the younger ones but it appeals to all age groups equally.