Something

I woke up and found utter chaos all around...dark sky enraging a lightning storm...people walking around ..only they were less human and more of some queer twisted form...i felt the pain in my body i looked at my arms and myself and found that i was no different from them....i closed my eyes again thinking everything will vanish away as soon as it had started....i heard some faint music ...i walked towards it...it grew more beautiful... i opened my eyes.. and there at some distance was a girl sitting playing the music..the most beautiful music I had ever heard...she looked up and smiled...that smile...it was the most pristine,sacred thing in the universe..it told me that she was innocent of every thing that is going around..it didn't know anything...it didn't want to know anything because it didn't care about anything..then our eyes met and we talked and talked without even speaking a single word ..everything was understood..everything was known....'we' smiled back at each other finally understanding what has to be done ;what had to be done....then I again closed my eyes and walked away the music still in my ears..i opened my eyes...i felt less pain now..i walked towards thehorizon where i could see rays of the sun and greenery ...away from this world..where i knew everything..i had always known...i walked.....smiled..as the music was still in my ears.....

It's not about the books

I have still not overcome from my last book. I even dont like to call it a book. The Fountainhead rocked. I am looking forward for a book which can simply match it's standards. I don't want to read Ayn Rand's any other work right now,because i dont want to finish it off. I like being in this afterglow of the book. And will slowly and steadily read all her other works to enlighten me.

Anyways, I read Alchemist. I just flicked through the pages in about 4 hours. It was the book's fate that I read it just a day after completing Fountainhead.So, to say the least I found it nothing and actually a bit contradicting to few things embarked on my mind by the Fountainhead. Whereas Alchemist somewhat tells you to be superstitious,Fountainhead is the story of 'an Atheist'.

The other book I completed just day before yesterday was-'It's not about the bike'. I dont want to write much about it but just savour it in my mind. It was painful,very painful,but at the end i clapped my hands with tears in my eyes. And it was my fate that after I read it, I switched on the Tv and to my surprise Tour De France was going on and Lance Armstrong is still "Living Strong". I saw him and all the people cheering for him. I thought go,go,go!! Lance you living legend....not only for your country but for all those chosen "lucky ones"who look upto you....

'Founta"I"nhead'

"I" have never felt such exaltation before, power like this, happiness such as this. "I" had never thought of things in this way..the way the popular beliefs were proved fraudulent..the way the visage was taken off the face of altruism..the way egotism and the egoist immortalized..the human spirit the transcedental thing above everything..the source..the fountainhead....Who are you Mr. Howard Roark?? "I" had always withheld the vision of hero as had been portrayed by this world...you defied everything so easily...the man with power could not hold you..the 'humanitarian' could not stand you..the 'second handers' were obviously trivial to you...you could not be changed...made to bend...you destroyed my vision of hero to the extent that "I" can not percieve a hero bigger than you ...you epitomized the word hero itself, elevated it, made it supreme ...the start and the end of the book is a perfect tribute to you...you felt it in your soul ..the world around you...and you got elevated to the peak at the end in the most ecstatic manner..slowly..as through the eyes of Dominique rising above the under construction elevator-"The line of the ocean cut the sky.the ocean mounted as the city descended.She passed the pinnacles of bank buildings. She passed the crowns of courthouses.She rose above the spires of churches." to reach you literally and metaphorically as well...because..."Then there was only the ocean and the sky and the figure of Howard Roark....".

Yes,Mr. Roark you rose to the same level as the infinite and persistent ocean and the sky.....

It's not possible to fathom the work of Ayn Rand..it was a tribute to humanity...a legendary thought process..giving rise to legendary 'objectivism'...and her protagonist..Howard Roark.. the man....you can dream of....dont know...whether such a man did ever exist or will???......He is a way of life...maybe ..an inspiration...anything you can pull out...

Radio.

Yesterday only i was listening to the radio. That too news. It felt really relaxing. The way the readers read out the news in the most unprejudiced manner makes me believe that our country is really good,with all intelligent people,who work for the country; and the country works in the most scrupulous manner. Compare it with the TRP obsessed print and electronic media,you get all the answers. The input by the print and electronic media makes people hysterical,as it always has been and continues to be. Majority of the people believe that,this country is going nowhere,the politicians do nothing and other frivolous fantasies. But compare it with the radio news, you feel enlightened listening to it, peace, melancholy, satisfaction that people are doing what they ought to do. Of course this is not also a binding truth but something rather sane and believable not meant for selfish reasons but for the general good as it should be....

Death the slave....

Death thou art not a leveller,

Thou art nothing queer or special,

Thou art a slave,

A treacherous slave,

Slave to despair,

slave to a tiny venomous insect,

slave to a murderer,

slave to a coward terrorist,

slave to nature,

slave to life that you must end when your prey is tired of it,

Slave as thou art you must end the life of the great,

I even laugh at you and the people who dont know the truth;

that thou art even inferior to a sound slumber,

thou art deceitful,slumber is truthful;

coz your victim is actually wide awake,

awake in the world of eternity...........