The FountainHead

raed this book lately. it has forced me to ask several questions to myself- the sole purpose of my life? who am i? why i m here on this planet earth? what i wud like to achieve?........why we crave for achievements?why we need recognition......are we really different individuals or just second-handers, just a collection of adjectives fading in & out, reflections of what ppl feel about us....& so on

shoud we as humans, behave just as different spokes of the same wheel or shoud we defy everyone else and just follow our instincts,aims, desires n talents. Shud we care to get a happy n peaceful life or fight it out to add something to the world as it is 'now'. What should be the purpose in our life- money,fame,friends,position,fulfilment of our desires or just be able to do what we feel is right, that one work which would add to the current world

the world has put a veil on our eyes about what is good or bad...n we follow tat. everyday we run blindly in the pursuit of waht wud make us a better person according to those definitions. we crave for a better image......we give up certain traits of our personality, we give up our interests , we give up our ideas n we call it growth....

we see ourselves as mere reflections....other people act as mirrors

The author protagonises a student expelled from a sought after university of arts for he followed things as they interested him n let go others. He needs no money, no friends , no support , no emotions, in his life ....just the ability to make buildings as he wants them to be. He is hated, despised,detested,punished....for his works but he insensately, emotionlessly bear out thes odds n emerges as winner against the powerful.

But reality is always bitter than fiction.
Wud such a person survive in our society?he will be belated, criticised, ostracized ......n made either to give up his beliefs, ideals,ideas ...or his life.

If i have to rate this book, i always hated this type of buk....( i had picked it a couple of times before n cud not go beyond pg 15)
....da font,da sheer size, da cumbersome sstoryline....... Ayn , u can write a buk in a better way.
But the queries which it manifests , the theme the author has chosen , the dichotomy which it depicts, the oprtrayal of characters it is certainly worth eulogies. And As the author himself says, every story should written for its purpose not for aesthtic details vich other seek from it.

The message is cryatal-clear, it hits you deep below ur heart,mind & soul.....the questions still remain unanswered though.