Monday, October 13, 2008

Infected by Fountainhead

Someone is laughing. Its not a laugh of joy. It is a laugh at others vulnerability. I woke up. Am I half asleep or am I still dreaming? No, made sure by pinching myself hard. Oh God, I am not able to bear the laugh. Who is laughing and breaking the serenity of this solemn valley? No, I am not able to see anybody, not in the vicinity, no animal, not a bird, not even an insect.

I am in the midst of a green valley, with silvery mountains far far away kissing the horizons. "Who is there?" "Who is there", I shouted at the top of my voice. My heart is beating faster, no its aching, I have no idea what is happening, do not know if it is because of my shouting or something else. But the laugh is still persisting, it is increasing like a chain reaction, it is infectious, it is infecting me, my entire sense of existence. It is ... it is .. no, I can't describe, where is the origin? Is there someone beneath the misty mountains? No it can't be. What it is? I did not have the courage to search the origin in the last place. I it inside me? Is it my soul who is laughing the laugh of destruction, but why?

With enormous effort like a herculean task, I looked at my soul, trying to figure out why this laugh of. "Confused?" my should asked me
I nodded.
"Don't you know why?"
I told no.
"Do you want to know?"
I nodded again.
"Then listen".My soul started. "You, who trump about being a good human being, now is converted finally."
'What?"
"Yes, you are no longer a human, you have been converted to a 'Peter Keating'".
"Peter Keating, thats who?"
"Don't you remember? Don't you remember?" My soul roared. "Remember the creature from The Fountainhead, your activities now resemble that creature"
"But, but he is still a human."
"No, those must not be touted as humans"
I had a good look at myself, filled with hatred, jealousy, selfishness. I broke down.
"Is it irreversible?"
"No, it can be reversed, but that is a hard path, try to be a 'Howard Roark'", my soul sympathized. "Till then I am separate from you".

With deep sorrow and determination, I started walking towards the misty mountains for doing an uphill task.