The environmental trouble and mine

One thing that has been on my mind for a few days and about which I have been hearing too much , but doing too little(i don't know what I can really do) is the environmental tragedy of the gulf of Mexico oil spill. I am always very concerned about the depletion of these energy associated natural resources on the planet , and it pains somewhere in my body to always having to accept that soon we will be left with nothing else except empty oil and natural gas wells and polluted air and water with memoirs of our reckless and enormous use of these resources in a rush to industrialise and modernise.When on the road, I observe long queues of cars at the gas stations , waiting to get their motor babies filled up and up and running again just to come back here after 2 days once again to get them filled with the ever-soaring price of petrol, i get exasperated and at the same time feel helpless -about what i do not know

Everything is so related-- global warming, depletion of resources , over population , water crisis .

There is no way anybody can ever write enough about them.

And to top it all, the already priceless fuel continues to leak out miles below the sea in Mexico every second and minute of the day depriving us of billions of gallons of crude oil already which could have powered the world with atleast some more days of motor breath(i like to call it that because it has of late become as vital as breath ).

We cannot afford this loss --it is too big a price to pay for carelessness or lack of maintenance on part of the BP technical team-whose brunt will be borne by the population of the entire world indirectly.

As the oil washes onto the Mexican shores spreading far and wide on the ocean surface , even the most sincere clean up operations from the American side are turning to be futile because they cannot match the sheer magnitude of the catastrophe.

But there is a ray of hope -which I am clinging on to which is that if we are able to skim off the oil from the surface of the sea water by utilising the property of oil being lighter than water, all the lost oil can be retrieved and we can be happy again. ...hope my simplest way out comes out to be true and effective.

I want to shun laziness and procrastination, and so i will write ..write about anything and everything..like an open book of secrets. I am getting a very glacial speed success at solving crosswords, plus there is nothing on my plate right now, which makes me become a fountain of overflowing emotion which pours everything in my body itself , filling it all the more with the same stuff. Had a delicious meal today which made up for a lost day partially. With the coming of the weekend comes a burden to make it special , which makes it still worse because you end up making your life more miserable.So the best thing is to blog....such a pessimist i am ,eh ?

The cool new Indian R

And so we Indians finally have a symbol for our currency...guess the UPA government got this one right atleast...and all the more befitting that it comes from an IITian ..we do represent india the best in international fora..so there's something to take pride in from this. If i think of it , the symbol created for the INR looks too simple at first glance, and i often find myself wondering why i could not think of it too. But anyway , one of my distant bros did it, so that too is satisfying.

Howard Roark-the man of nobody's dreams

The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand is a masterpiece-as the entire world would agree..its not like a book which i generally read.but there was something intriguing in it which compelled me to put my hands on it.And then i met Howard Roark.

The protagonist Howard Roark is a man who in todays world -by no doubts -would be treated just a he has been in the masterpiece.His clariy of mind ,his focus ,his unusual behavior took me by surprise.He is not concerned about the world,about the feelings of love or hatred,about other people's views or methods of work.Even in his solitude,he is never alone.Or at least he never cares enough to be aware of that.His passion ,wish i had a more precise adjective for describing his fervour for architecture,to design the buildings,the structures that would suit in the best way the purpose they are wanted to be errected has got blended to such an extent in his soul that he hardly produced anything on the paper ever that could not be called a masterpiece-and yet the world shunned him ,signed him off completely ,took no notice of him at all..He is the best in the business,with the worst market reputation,but unfazed by any thing at all.His passion drives him to such an extent that he would leave all work and get down to correct any other plan his friend brings to him just because he cannot bring himself to see a building with even a slighty extra part being costructed if its not serving its purpose.His blood doesnt flow in his veins ,but in those iron beams ,that marble,that cement with which he constructs his building.He works as a plumber,as an electrician,as a labourer,as an architect on his buliding just as one works on his child to bring out the best in him.He is a workaholic-caring for nothing save the project he is working on.Sleep,food,Physique,love are nowhere on his lists.

The contrast is so very well brought out by the character of Mr. Peter Keating,the very influential highly reputed architect of Stanton and then Guy and Francon and then Frankon and Keating who follows and gives what the world wants and rises to all the imaginable and dreamable hieghts that a person can think of in is proessional life .



nobody in the world is dextrous enough to beat him-but still he is defeated everytime.



Its the society that has the power.Its those elements of the society that constantly try to crush he newness ,the freshness in him.The individuals like Toohey,the organisations,the papers all of them like collectively try in every possible way to supress the storm that resides in that one man's soul .The novel,for me brings out a very true shade of the society.The society which always propagates the highest ideals for a particular subject or issue is actually in some way or the other responsible for it and is hindering in the redressal of the problem.Here ,the elements of the society who are the best names in architecture and are the leaders in many forums and are often addressing gatherings on architectural issues are the ones who to do every bit to stop a man of true calibre from rising and to bring out something good for the world.



But Roark needs nobody.He worships his work.He speaks less ,but when he does ,the world listens.He wouldnt compromise on anything for his work.He does not work for money,but for the genuine want to deliver to this world something that will have utility and fulfilll needs.No project is small or big for him.He designs small houses with the same enthusiasm,the same vigour and zeal with which he dedicates himself to the designing of a skyscraper.He is ready to be out of job,but not into a job which doesnt go according to his plans-not because he is obstinate or adamant to get his work done his way,but because he doesn't wasnt his structures to reflect any other shade ,any other character other than what its owners purpose is to extract out of it.

Very few people exist who understand what Roark does and appreciate his way of doing it.With them he unconciousy forms a small brigade which fights the "just" society throughout the story.
In the end ,it has not been made clear -and neither was there any need for it,as to who-whethar the society or the individual has won the silent battle but in the end ,i as a reader am satisfied that Roark has done a lot of quality work and the world starts to accept his way of doing things.

the end , or the beginning???

minors end ..contemplation mode starts again..was that time more free when d mind was single -mindedly directed towards studies or it is more busy now when it(mind) is empty in a sense but actually filled with more thoughts than it can handle >>