How I fell in love with Ayn Rand

'THE FOUNTAINHEAD' is a book by Ayn Rand. This was casually introduced to me by my friend. I fell in love with the author just as I started reading her book. Her 'Introduction' on the 25th Anniversary of the book put us on common grounds. In the preface, her quote of Nietzsche was the first sign of attraction, stated thus: "... It is some fundamental certainty which a noble soul has about itself, something which is not to be sought, is not to be found, and perhaps, also is not to be lost - The noble soul has reverence for itself - (Friedrich Neitzsche, Beyond Good and Evil.)" The second was the wonderful rendition in the text, stated thus: '... The water seemed immovable, the stone - flowing.' Now I am a fan of Ayn Rand. A search on The Internet revealed that she's also the creator of the Theory of Objectivism. She has one more famous novel named Atlas Shrugged, a copy of which will soon find its place on my Bookshelf. Ah, I relish the marriage of Storytelling and Philosophy, and am delighted to find just the person I was looking for. I have to read the rest of the book, hope all goes fine as I sense negative criticism in almost every review I read! - Aravindh

The Sink

 

With Quicksand all around me, I sink slowly, And so sink the people around me, I wave my hand in fury, lest a hand from heaven save me, No trees around, not even grass, nothing to grab hold of, I sink slowly. With the advent of rain - the slightest hope goes faint, The more I struggle, the more I sink, I give up all hope, close my eyes, wait for death to come, And I sink slowly. - Aravindh

Three Little Birds

THREE LITTLE BIRDS lived in a nest on a giant oak tree, Their mother to feed them choiciest food, They lived on worry free. On one day the wind blew hard and their nest began to shake, Firm winged of them on that day took off, Leaving the nest to break. The hard wind did no harm to the nest and the two little birds played on, Until the day the curious of the two, And now firm winged, was gone. One little bird now in the nest lived on all alone, Hoping some passer-by would play with him, Until he is grown. - Aravindh