This is my attempt to write an overture to The Fountainhead!

Born on the 15th august, he was taught the lessons of independence right from his birth. He wanted to cry but his mother took him in his arms. He was paddling his first steps; they put him in a walker. He wanted to eat mud and they kept a bottle in his mouth. He wanted to stand face to face with God but they made him bow down. He wanted to play and they kept him in a school.

He took a page, drew the first sketch of his life; they drew a big zero in his book and told him to draw like that. He read Shakespeare say,” The world is a stage.” And they put him in the cage of exam. He was wondering why Newton was the first one to see an apple falling on the ground. They threw him in the pit hole of success. He entered his youth wanting to do nothing; they put him in a college to study. He was loitering around aimlessly and they labeled him a loser.

He took a cigarette to smoke and they labeled him an addict. He boozed and they labeled him a drunkard. He fell in love and they labeled him a flirt. He tried to get close to his friends and they labeled him a parasite. He made them laugh and they labeled him a joker. He took a step different from the world and they labeled him dangerous. He fought, he suffered and he paid, but they won. But his creation wasn’t promoted to please anyone. They never cared for it. They never wanted it. He stood tall on his truth but they buried it. He invented but they presented it. Deprived of all his thoughts, he continued to fight a losing battle. But there is nothing like winning to the Creator. What he feels is the only truth he believes. His individuality is his only weapon but they kept a scabbard of collectiveness on it. Collectiveness is a nation wide disease and you will find millions of losers all around the world standing tall on each other’s shoulders. They follow the ethics, they live a life of code and they get labeled as mavericks. Man is an individual, not a collection. There is no such thing as collective brain. It’s either yours or theirs. He thinks, he believes, he makes. And every single time he falls, he invents a way out.
And today, he stands alone. High above the earth, on the embark of a new civilization which he will built and they will destroy!

The mind is a free bird, but the cage these days is the sky!

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The Perfect One

I once asked my ex-gf, “How do you find the The Perfect One?” She smiled and said,” I looked into your eyes and I knew you were The Perfect One for me.” I looked into hers and I found she was the one for me. A month later we broke up.

I don’t know how people fall in love and stay together for the rest of their lives. That till date has never happened with me. This does not mean that I have never been in love. I have been. Not once but a million times, only to discover later that she wasn’t The Perfect One for me. It’s said that love is friendship. That never happens in my case. I look at a girl and it’s always love at first sight. Later we become friends and I realize I was a fool to jump into the relation so fast. I guess it’s the initial excitement of meeting a new person that attracts you towards them. First meetings have always been too exciting for me. I would call my friend every time after I meet a new girl and say,” She is the most amazing person I have ever met… I will never meet someone like her ever in my life. Shits… I think I am in love. She makes my world go boom boom.”

A week later when my friend asks about that girl,” Nah… she isn’t that good. She bores me to hell with her talks. I am not even in touch with her these days.” I have never been a good listener. I can talk talk and talk all day long. But when it comes to listening I suck! I get scared when people get emotional with me and end up cracking jokes. Yeah, that’s one department I need to work on if I want to be with The Perfect One.

I have heard people say,” You die once, you live once. And love also happens only once.” What bullshit? It happens a million times. It happens every single time you see a hot blond walking by your side. But whenever I am with a girl, I always think this is it. I can never love anyone as I love her. Love is like vodka, the more you drink the more you want to have it. And in the morning once the hangover starts you realize what big mistake you made and you regret it for the rest of your day. Weekend again, and you risk it for one more time.

So by far you would have guessed I still haven’t found The Perfect One for me. Yeah, I am still waiting. One fine day, I will meet someone; I would want to listen to her for all day long. I would want to be with her for the rest of my life. Till then keep hitting!

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