Completed ‘the fountainhead’ by ayn rand, it proved to be an engaging read and was glad that it’s over – the novel. Now it’s time for redemption of self and I am on lookout for means to find end, u may be wondering of what, answer is startlingly simple of me my journey my life to the hitherto unknown destination, I had already committed the folly of paying too much attention to the end result and not the effort to get there, damn me.
But the hell do I care ah not of the redemption stuff or dialectic materialism, sordid philosophies akin to manohar kahaniyas building up the ground for sadomasochism or any other crap but of the making something outta life and other’s unscrupulous interest in my life, I can’t fathom why the so called happenings which believe me ain’t happening , interest other people enough to utter a verbal response for I won’t allow my so called private life affecting theirs and also held the power to disregard any claim made over it by any act of bodily gesture, I do.
