Well well well.This is rather unusual.I feel like writing something today and isn't it befitting
that I would want to write about everyone's favourite author(I BEG TO DIFFER),the ubiquitous and
inimitable Ayn Rand herself.Right at the very beginning of my extremely erratic blog career I had
written my inadequate take on Fountaindead oops The Fountainhead.At that time I was informed
in unequivocal terms about my intellectual inadequacies and subjected to everything from sheer
pity to caustic derision.I guess it was my defensiveness that prompted such extreme reactions
from the discerning populace of the Blog world.
Well,here I am  yet again,goaded or almost pumelled into writing another incisive nee inadequate
take on Atlas Shrugged.I have to admit that Ms Rand shall never let one rest in peace for long,
she has an uncanny gift of evoking strong reactions from one and all.In any case ,please donot
excuse the "blasphemy".
I have read about 200 pages of the book and its absolutely unputdownable.I can't stop thinking
about the damned thing and that is my biggest grouse with Ms Rand,She makes me think.Think long,think hard and most of the thoughts make me uncomfortable to the point of distraction.It feels
as if I am pulling off gauze tape from every single sore on the human psyche and every sore reeks
of an unmistakable stench,the stench of truth.Seems as if right from the beginning man has been
sweeping small scraps of paper under the carpet and Ms Rand just went ahead and burnt the carpet.It is second nature for her to catch the reader by the shoulders and shake him like a rag doll
till he can't help but notice a few very uncomfortable facts.Those that had been staring at him
all along but were conveniently ignored because of the obvious fear and pain they brought in
their wake.
Ayn Rand is the greatest exponent of the HUMAN SPIRIT and extolls all that is heroic in the Human
Nature,but there is a catch.She extolls only that is heroic in the Human Nature.So much so that
in retrospect ,every compromise made or every lie told feels like a sharp needle through your
heart.Every answer copied,every excuse made,every single moment of sloth and every fact accepted
unquestioningly is a painful reminder of your own inadequacies.Ms Rand probably didn't realise
that her very words which were meant to bolster a sagging human spirit could so easily destroy a
perfectly robust one.What frightens me more is that she probably did.How many of us can claim or
will claim to have reached our pinnacles of achievement without a single compromise and living
upto the exacting standards set by Ms Rand?
Show me a thousand 16 year old kids with an Ayn rand in hand and I will show you 999 25 year old
nervous wrecks.That one single exception is probably a price worth paying for,being common is
probably a malaise,going through life without a mission is probably the biggest crime,God's
children are not all equal is probably a small technicality and would you believe me if I say
that I rejoice while I say all that I have said?Who do I turn to for answers?Afterall
who is John Galt?