"A world without literature"

For me literature displays the quintessence of human emotions. It is an intriguing compendium of contradictions. It is the perfect canvass to display your emotions. At times, what we write, might be brazen, unmindful or simply surreal but its the divine reflection of what we believe or what we want to believe. When the trials and tribulations of the real world seems magnified and we struggle to escape from the tenacious grip of "Reality", literature becomes my benefactor and shows me the way to a new Dawn. Surrealism becomes real then and what you feel is surreal becomes unreal then.Those are the times when you start believing in the myth that even the most implausible things on this planet, can be stark reality. For me. a world without literature is like the "Elysium" sans love, a garden sans flowers and our world sans humanity.
There are people for whom literature is a way of life. In todays world, you are a goner if you aren't a pragmat but in this world of misery,poverty and the juggernaut called 'terrorism', even the strongest pragmat starts delving in the mysteries of the universe and the human mind to reassure himself, that there's a better world, a world much more beautiful, sangfroid,pristine and pure. Literature weaves this elusive, esoteric net round itself that has the magnanimous power to claim even the strongest of pragmats as its victim. People talk of their souls being taken, trust me, i would willingly get myself inebriated by the intoxicating liquor of literature.
Literature has a very special place in my life. More than a way of escaping from the real world, its the perfect archetype of my soul-mate, my only friend in times of distress. It helps me to comes closer to myself, to discover "ME" n identify my lacuna. Romanticism in literature might just be an illusion but at the end of the day, this illusion leads me to believe in the power of mysticism, the power of positivity and yes, the power within myself.
who calls my spirit to soar in the sky...
to dance and to sing and turn darkness to light..
its ME and the power within my LIFE..
O what a wonderful feeling this is!!!!
What becomes profound then..is the fact that i am invincible, inexorable and impuissant. it brings out my inner fortitude and rejuvenates my worn out self in a way even the most energetic drink on this planet can't. so for me a world without literature is like this interminable chasm which is vacous and inane. literature gives me the succour to live. The joys of escaping into a unreal surreal world might be just momentary but the implications are more than fleeting.
In a war-ravaged nation, literature acts as the invigorating saviour to mankind. The war might just be one of the zillion problems faced by mankind but literature acts as that antidote, which more than anything else strives to give mental and postive security.
Literature in the truest sense might mean those ever-green classics, but for me its the chronicles of our day to day lives.Be it a novel, classic or a satire, i find myself connecting with the characters. i identify with them, with their strengths, their weaknesses and their lives. they make my life complete and consciously or sub-consciously they become real to me. Every story i read..seems to hav this strange, uncanny resemblance to my life.maybe thats the reason why the characters in the story becomes real. almost tangible and palpable to me.
i would hate to be a part of this world without literature, predominated by the nefarious ways of Reality.the mere thought itself is stifling but the consequences might be disastrous for someone like me, maybe or maybe not. Its true, its insignificant in real world and at times obscure but for me , its "LIFE"... n MAGIC REALISM!!!!