यूँ गाते चल दिए

दिल में दर्द दबाये चल दिए

हम आँखों में आंसू छुपाये चल दिए

भीड़ है, शोर है और है तन्हाई

हम गम में भी मुस्कुराये चल दिए

टूटे न थे हम ऐसे कभी

आज अरमानो के टुकड़े उठाये चल दिए

उड़ते थे आसमान में कहीं

आज ज़मीन में सर गड़ाए चल दिए

आदत-ए-सुकून हो गयी थी

आज यूँ ही घबराए चल दिए

रब तेरा लिखा होता है सब यहाँ

खुद को समझाए दुनिया को बिनबताये

खुदाया तेरी ओर हम

यूँ गाते चल दिए |

3 Idiots

Prologue

The movie is inspired from Chetan Bhagat’s modern day college life epic Five Point Someone, but it has a totally different storyline.

3 Idiots

Rajkumar Hirani’s Amir Khan, Sharman Joshi,  R. Madhvan, Kareena Kapoor and Boman Irani starrer 3 Idiots is one of the best movies of this year for many reasons.

1.       It tickles the humor bone inside you and you’ll surely laugh you’re a**es off in many scenes.

2.       A powerful screenplay forces you to remain glued to your seats while its touching scenes makes you shed a few tears too.

3.       Most important of all, it makes you think! Particularly, the movie engenders a kind of experience in its (close to)3 hours of run time that each and every parent watching this movie will think and rethink whether (s)he is treating his child the right way.

As far as acting is concerned, Amir is fantabulous, and so is Boman Irani. All others also deliver.  Dialogues, screenplay, cinematography and direction is top notch. Considering the class of the film 3 idiots has turned out to be, music could have been even better.

Though the movie could also have done without an over dramatized climax(in the baby birth scene, the drama quotient could have been reduced!) and a few glitches here and there. Never mind those teeny-weeny shortcomings. 3 Idiots is a must watch. Screw ratings, go and have a great time.

Epilogue

Few touching scenes

1.       One where Lobo commits suicide.

2.       When Raju’s mother cries wearing a new saari.

3.       When Viru Sahastrabudhe gives his pen to Rancho.

4.       When Rancho takes Raju’s father to the hospital.

Few hilarious scenes

1.       Surely, the best one was the teacher’s day speech by Chatur.

2.       Ragging scene in the beginning of the movie.

3.       Encounter with Javed Jaffrey.

4.       Scene where 3 idiots go to professor’s house.

5.       Et cetera.

" कामयाब बनने के लिए नहीं काबिल बनने के लिए पढो, कामयाबी झक मार तुम्हारे पीछे आएगी! " - baba Ranchhod daas :)

वो ठंड भरी सुबह

अलार्म क्लॉक से लड़ती

दो मिनिट और .. दो मिनिट और करती

अलसाई हुई उनींदी सी

वो ठंड भरी सुबह

वो सफ़ेद धुंध में

नम अख़बार के पन्ने पलटती

कंपकपाते हाथो में

गरम ग्लव्ज़ सी सुबह

गरम पराठे पर मक्खन की तरह पिघलती कहीं

तो कहीं पोहा जलेबी वाली सुबह

कडाके की ठंड में

वो कड़क चाय सी सुबह

वो ओस भरी घास पर

नंगे पैर चलती हुई एक आम सुबह

नहाने का नाटक करते हुए या फिर

किसी बच्चे की मासूम सुबह

रिक्शे में बैठे किताब खोले

या स्कूटर पर पापा से चिपके

स्कूल जाती सुबह

वो गार्डन में प्राणायाम करती

ठहाके लगाती सुबह

कोहरे की चादर में लिपटी

कुछ अपने में ही सिमटी सुबह

धूप का दामन थामे

खिलती हुई एक और सुबह

आशा का अलार्म बजती

हमें जगाती एक और सुबह

3 Idiots Music Review

3 Idiots. One of the most awaited movies of the year. Its music is finally out. When a team like Vidhu Vinod Chopra, Rajkumar Hirani and Amir Khan is involved we can surely expect something different as far as music is concerned. Music of 3 Idiots is composed by none other than Shantanu Moitra famous for his light, straight-from-the-heart melodious tunes. Moitra has taken heavily from Ravindra Sangeet. Anyway, moving on with the review, Lyrics of 3 idiots have been penned by Swanand Kirkire famous for his ‘Mann Ye Bawra’ lyrics. Kirkire’s writing is as fresh as morning dew and for a movie like 3 idiots the words chosen by him are very apt, young audience can connect to the songs very well.

So here we go, album has 5 original songs and 2 remixes.

1. All Izz Well – Album opens up with ‘All Izz Well’. A very energetic number sung by Sonu Nigam, Swanand Kirkire and Shaan. The whistle in the song makes it more fun to listen. Lyrics are very catchy and the song is likable upon the very first listening itself. It has a remix version also.

Jab life ho out of control honthon ko karke gol
Honthon ko karke gol seeti baja ke bol
Aal izz well
Murgi ka jaane ande ka kya hoga
Arrey life milegi ya tawe pe fry hoga
Koi na jaane apna future kya hoga
Honth guma seeti baja seeti baja ke bol bhaiya
Aal izz well
Arrey bhaiya aal izz well
Arrey chachu aal izz well
Arrey bhaiya aal izz well

Rating: 8/10

2. Zoobi Doobi – A soft romantic number with a kind of liveliness that appeals to you despite the normal tune. Sonu Nigam & Shreya Ghoshal are once again great behind the mic. The only let down in this song are the average lyrics. This song also has a remix version.

Rating: 6/10

3. Behti Hawa Sa Thha Wo – Sung by Shaan and Shantanu Moitra himself, this is a situational song(sung for Amir Khan’s character Rancho). A typical soft Shaan number, surely will be liked by all. Use of flute adds feathers to the melodious tune.

Behti hawa sa thha wo

Udti patang sa thha wo

Kahan gaya use dhundo

Humko to raahein thhi chalati

Wo khud apni raah banata

Girta sambhala masti mein chalta thha wo

Humko kal ki fikar satati

Wo bas aaj ka jashan manata

Har lamhe ko khulke jeeta thha wo

Kahan se aaya thha wo

Chhuke hamare dil ko

Kahan gaya use dhundo

Rating: 8/10

4. Give me some sunshine – Perhaps the best song of the album. This song has been sung by Suraj Jagan but the highlight of the song is the commentary by Sharman Joshi. A very, very fresh song. Listen to it as soon as you can for no words can describe the beauty of this masterpiece.

“Sari umra hum mar mar ke ji liye

Ek pal to ab humein jeene do

Jeene do”

Give me some sunshine

Give me some rain

Give me another chance

I wanna grow up once again

“Kandho ko kitabo ke bojh ne jhukaya

Rishwat dena to khud papa ne sikhaya :)

99% marks laoge to ghadi

Varna chhadi

Likh likh ke pada hatheli pe

Alpha beta gama ka chhala

Concentrated H2SO4 ne pura bachpan jala dala”

Bachpan to gaya

Jawani bhi gayi

Ek pal to ab humein

Jeene do jeene do..

Rating: 9/10

5. Jaane Nahin Denge Tujhe – Sung by Sonu Nigam this intense song is yet another jewel of this crown. The song kind of grows on you upon many hearings. Give it 3-4 listenings at least if you don't like the song initially. I'm sure you will like it.

Do kadam ka yeh safar hai

Umra chhoti si dagar hai

Ek kadam main lakhadaya kyun

Sun li yaaron ki yeh baatein

Beetengi sab gham ki raatein

Yaaron se rutha hai saale kyun

Jaane nahin

Denge tujhe

Jaane tujhe

Denge nahin

Rating: 7/10

Final verdict, an album you cannot miss. Go for it definitely.
Album Overall Rating: 7.89823423 / 10 ;)

[Very Short Story] स्कूल की कहानी

एक दिन गार्डन में सुबह सुबह कुछ हंसते हुए बड़े लोगों को देख कर एक स्कूल जाती हुई बच्ची ने अपने पापा से पूछा, "पापा! ये लोग क्या कर रहे हैं?"  

पापा बोले, "बेटा इसे लाफ्टर थेरेपी कहते हैं, इट्स गुड फॉर हैल्थ."  

बच्ची बोली तो फिर कल क्लास में जब मैं हंस रही थी तो टीचर ने मुझे क्यूँ मारा?  

स्कूल पहुँचने में देर हो रही थी, पापा ने स्कूटर की रफ़्तार बढा दी.  

क्या हूँ मैं?

मैं क्या हूँ

ये कैसे तुम्हे बतलाऊं 

इस सूरत के पीछे सीरत है कैसी 

ये कैसे तुम्हे समझाऊं? 

एक राज़ हूँ गहरा सा

भीड़ में बहका सा  

शोर में तन्हा  

तन्हाई में अशांत  

एक बच्चा हूँ अभी भी 

लेकिन बड़ों सा बनता हूँ

लम्बी डगरिया पे 

मैं तो बहता दरिया हूँ..  

एहसास कई देखे हैं 

देखूंगा और देखता हूँ रोज़ 

फिर भी सोचता हूँ 

और कशमकश में रहता हूँ 

कि मैं क्या हूँ?

कि मैं क्यूँ हूँ?  

इक्षायें कई जेब में लिए

रोज़ घर से निकलता हूँ 

आदमी हूँ साब

इक्षाओं में ही फिर उलझता हूँ  

लड़ता हूँ इस दुनिया से 

गुस्से में कभी 

तो कभी ख़ुशी ख़ुशी 

जिए जाता हूँ 

एक कहानी हूँ मैं 

जिसका कोई अंत नहीं 

साँसे रोक नहीं सकती मुझे 

विचार कह लो या कह लो आब-ओ-हवा

मैं.. 

मैं क्यूँ हूँ? 

क्या हूँ मैं?  

हाँ, शायद मैं 'क्या' ही हूँ.. 

बस एक प्रश्न ! 

जो बनाता है मुझे 'मैं'  

जो देता है मुझे अस्तित्व  

आखिर जो सवाल न कर सके 

वो हस्ती ही क्या !  

और जो हँस न सके 

वो ज़िन्दगी ही क्या !

:)

Jabalpur Diaries

Jabalpur Diaries

(17^th Oct, 2009)

Diwali 09. It's my midsem break once again(we engineers get a lot of holidays you see!) so I’m back at Jabalpur. I came here in the morning by Jabalpur-New Delhi Superfast(Sridham Express). Luckily my maamaji was free so he came to pick me up at the Madan Mahal Station, which providentially spared me the headache of dealing(avoiding and bargaining) with the local Rikshawallas. So it was a nice ride back home, as always I curiously noticed the changes in the city. Ah! this building is new, oh the same pit used to be there on this road even 2 months ago, Vishal Pachauri still JDA chief? How is the new mall and the Big Bazar? These houses weren’t there earlier no? Mamaji answered all my queries with same enthusiasm.

Upon reaching home first thing was to meet Aanchal(my 1.5 yr old cousin). By the way, she forgot me once again and I had to pataao her fir se. The thing I loved most this morning was the tea! Mom makes such amazzzing tea that .. that.. yes, it renders me speechless.

I had an appointment with dentist(Dr Y C Chau – don’t go by his name, he’s a pakka jabalpuria. I know this for sure because he greeted me by saying “abbey! Kaa ho gaya tumko bey?”). Moving on to a more significant bit of experience: While I was driving I felt so being in love with Jabalpur. You can break as many signals as you want ;), you can drive on the wrong side, you can turn anywhere without giving a signal or indicator(that’s an art, another blog post on that later), people appearing out of the blues, you saying 'polite' words, they screaming 'polite' words. That’s the Jabalpur traffic for you. It’s a saying here that if you can drive in Jabalpur, you can drive anywhere in the world!!

Evening was usual. It was diwali so celebrated with my family by performing the regular Puja. My sister is not home this time so missed her too. The whole proceedings seemed faded without her. Also I realized how things change and how the energy, joy and zing that used to be there when we were young has jaded away. Then I went to Bade Papa’s house. In spite of trying my level best to say NO to crackers, I had to indulge in what is called ‘patakhe fodna’ with my 7 year old cousin. The kind of liveliness and fervor she had, I couldn’t say no to her. It reminded me of my childhood days(yes, I’m an uncle aged 23 now:D)

Day 1 of holidays was perfect. As usual. Hoping to meet some friends tomorrow.

Also this time I’ll try to meet one of my most admired and loved teachers.

Cya. 

a piece of my life ~ The nO gROUP ~

मन तू धीर धर 

अमन होगा अब न तू पीर कर

सत्यम शिवम् सुन्दरम का नाद होगा

विजय होगी हर्षोन्माद होगा 

चन्द्र की रजत रोशनी होगी 

और बहेगी भीनी भीनी समीर 

फिर आएगा आदित्य सुबह लेकर

तब बुलाएँगे तुझे सभी शेखर 

गौरव गीत बस तू गाता चल

रोता आया था, हंसता इस दुनिया से बढ़ |

एक नाज़ुक सा रिश्ता

जज़्बातों को ज़ुबां दे देना 

इतना आसान नहीं 

नाज़ुक से रिश्ते को कोई नाम दे देना

इतना आसान नहीं  

प्यार किया तो जाना कि

रंग क्या हैं 

उजाले क्या हैं 

बरसातें क्या हैं 

खुदा की खुशबू महसूस हुई 

इस एहसास को समझा पाना

इतना आसान नहीं  

तेरी हँसी की ख्वाइश अब 

इबादत बन गयी 

तुझे सोचकर मुस्कुराने की अब 

आदत पड़ गयी 

अन्जान हो तुम, अन्जान हैं हम 

इकरार कर पाना ..
इतना आसान नहीं !

कह गए हैं सयाने 

इश्क लत है ऐसी जिसे छुडाना 

इतना भी आसान नहीं  !

जज़्बातों को ज़ुबां दे देना 

इतना आसान नहीं 

नाज़ुक से रिश्ते को कोई नाम दे देना 

इतना आसान नहीं

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(Wrote this one in my Cryptography lecture today. Its dedicated to a very close friend of mine, jiska naam yahaan likh diya to uska naazuk sa rishta yahin 'the end' ho jaayega :P)

I am

F.R.I.E.N.D.S. formula. 


30 % Chandler
30 % Ross
15 % Monica
10 % Phoebe
5 % Rachel
5 % Joey
5 % Gunthur


Simple. Isn't it?
:)

RM #1

"Only difference between truth and fiction is that fiction has to make sense."

"Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self."

- Cyril Connolly

Life is such a bitch and such a beauty at the same time. At one moment you feel like the 'keeng' of the world, and the other moment you think you are the biggest loser humanity has ever seen. What's the sense then? of living? Are we adding something to this infinite process of existence. Already we -the earth- are nothing but a tiny speck compared to the vast, vast universe. WE are obviously not alone. We are obviously not the smartest. And not the dumbest too. Then WHY!! WHY WHY WHY?? Why are we here? What matters? What difference does it make? Even, when we say that do good to others. Make a difference is somebody's life and your life is worth.. but that too.. why? People have to die eventually. So how does it matter? Its a vicious cycle of birth and death. Some live happily. Some in misery. But all ends, in the end. Right??



I think sometimes.
A lil' excercise is not bad for this good for nothing brain at times. 


Bliss.


(RM or Random Musings is a series of blog posts where I gibber my random thoughts. No restrictions. There might be mistakes, grammatical, logical, theoretical, factual, categorized or uncategorized. I don't care. and I don't give a damn!:)

The Eight Lies of Mother

A forgotten newspaper article that's just too good to not to be put here.

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The story began when I was a child; I was born as a son of a poor family. Even for eating, we often got lack of food. Whenever the time for eating, mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was removing her rice into my bowl, she would say "Eat this rice, son. I'm not hungry". That was Mother's First Lie.

When I was getting to grow up, the persevering mother gave her spare time for fishing in a river near our house, she hoped that from the fishes she got, she could gave me a little bit nutritious food for my growth. After fishing, she would cook the fishes to be a fresh fish soup, which raised my appetite. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me and eat the rest meat of fish, which was still on the bone of the fish I ate. My heart was touched when I saw it. I then used my chopstick and gave the other fish to her. But she immediately refused it and said "Eat this fish, son. I don't really like fish." That was Mother's Second Lie.

Then, when I was in Junior High School, to fund my study, mother went to an economic enterprise to bring some used-matches boxes that would be stuck in. It gave her some money for covering our needs. As the winter came, I woke up from my sleep and looked at my mother who was still awoke, supported by a little candlelight and within her perseverance she continued the work of sticking some used-matches box. I said, "Mother, go to sleep, it's late, tomorrow morning you still have to go for work." Mother smiled

and said "Go to sleep, dear. I'm not tired." That was Mother's Third Lie .

At the time of final term, mother asked for a leave from her work in order to accompany me. While the daytime was coming and the heat of the sun was starting to shine, the strong and persevering mother waited for me under the heat of the sun's shine for several hours. As the bell rang, which indicated that the final exam had finished, mother immediately welcomed me and poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared before in a cold bottle. The very thick tea was not as thick as my mother's love, which was much thicker. Seeing my mother covering with perspiration, I at once gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said "Drink, son. I'm not thirsty!". That was Mother's Fourth Lie.

After the death of my father because of illness, my poor mother had to play her role as a single parent. By held on her former job, she had to fund our needs alone. Our family's life was more complicated. No days without sufferance. Seeing our family's condition that was getting worse, there was a nice uncle who lived near my house came to help us, either in a big problem and a small problem.

Our other neighbors who lived next to us saw that our family's life was so unfortunate, they often advised my mother to marry again. But mother, who was stubborn, didn't care to their advice, she said "I don't need love."

That was Mother's Fifth Lie.

After I had finished my study and then got a job, it was the time for my old mother to retire. But she didn't want to; she was sincere to go to the marketplace every morning, just to sell some vegetable for fulfilling her needs. I, who worked in the other city, often sent her some money to help her in fulfilling her needs, but she was stubborn for not accepting the money. She even sent the money back to me. She said "I have enough money."

That was Mother's Sixth Lie.

After graduated from Bachelor Degree, I then continued my study to Master Degree. I took the degree, which was funded by a company through a scholarship program, from a famous University in America. I finally worked in the company. Within a quite high salary, I intended to take my mother to enjoy her life in America. But my lovely mother didn't want to bother her son, she said to me "I'm not used to."

That was Mother's Seventh Lie.

After entering her old age, mother got a flank cancer and had to be hospitalized. I, who lived in miles away and across the ocean, directly went home to visit my dearest mother. She lied down in weakness on her bed after having an operation. Mother, who looked so old, was staring at me in deep yearn. She tried to spread her smile on her face; even it looked so stiff because of the disease she held out. It was clear enough to see how the disease broke my mother's body, thus she looked so weak and thin. I stared at my mother within tears flowing on my face. My heart was hurt, so hurt, seeing my mother on that condition. But mother, with her strength, said "Don't cry, my dear. I'm not in pain."

That was Mother's Eight Lie. And , after saying her eighth lie, my dearest mother closed her eyes forever...

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We are so lucky and blessed to have mom in our lives.Today go to your mom and say, "Ma, I love you."

ek adhuri kahani

तुम ये जाते जाते कैसी निशानी दे गए

जो एक अधूरी कहानी दे गए

ले गए अपनी बातें

छोड़ गए बस यादें

ले गए अपना साथ

छोड़ गए ये बरसातें

किसना से मीरा दीवानी ले गए

जो एक अधूरी कहानी दे गयी

ले गए हंसता 'कल'

छोड़ गए रोता 'आज'

ले गए सारा संगीत

छोड़ गए बस साज़

शांत मन मेरे को बवंडर तूफानी दे गए

जो एक अधूरी कहानी दे गए

ले गए सुकून

छोड़ गए ये जूनून

ले गए वो अपनापन

छोड़ गए तन्हा मन

और ले गए मुस्कुराहटें

छोड़ गए बस तकती आँखें

रिश्ते कैसे ये बेमानी हो गए

जो एक अधूरी कहानी दे गए

An Encounter With Happiness

It was yet another cloudy evening. They were standing outside cafeteria looking desperately at the empty street. Clothes almost ragged, dirty, poverty stricken face, hungry, longing for something to eat. Just then a couple walked past, chatting cheerfully and drinking their pepsi. Both 7 year olds(may be older, but they appeared to be 7) looked at them hopelessly.

It was when I could bear no more. I went to them and asked, 'are you hungry?'. They said nothing. Luckily I had 2 toffies in my pocket which I gave it to them. Just then I heard a voice from behind, 'Hey you! don't give them any money.' I turned back to explain and saw a faculty member. He was carrying 2 pastries, and offered them to the kids. They accepted that with much more delight. I was happy. That faculty member went away smiling. So did the kids.

आदमी भी अजीब है

Sometimes its better to be honest and speak the truth,

Sometime its not.

आदमी भी अजीब है

कितने राज़ छुपाये फिरता है

कुछ दूसरों से, कुछ खुद से

कुछ जाने, कुछ अनजाने

बातें घिनौनी और पुरानी

सच्ची कहानियाँ हरकतें शैतानी

कभी खुल जाए जब कोई ऐसा राज़

तो परदा उठ जाता है

आदमी भी अजीब है

झूठ ओढे जीता है

झूठ ओढे मर जाता है

A new look

Just in case, I change the template tomorrow :)

मैं

मैं कम बोलता हूं, पर कुछ लोग कहते हैं कि जब मैं बोलता हूं तो बहुत बोलता हूं.
मुझे लगता है कि मैं ज्यादा सोचता हूं मगर उनसे पूछ कर देखिये जिन्हे मैंने बिन सोचे समझे जाने क्या क्या कहाहै!
मैं जैसा खुद को देखता हूं, शायद मैं वैसा नहीं हूं.......
कभी कभी थोड़ा सा चालाक और कभी बहुत भोला भी...
कभी थोड़ा क्रूर और कभी थोड़ा भावुक भी....
मैं एक बहुत आम इन्सान हूं जिसके कुछ सपने हैं...कुछ टूटे हैं और बहुत से पूरे भी हुए हैं...पर मैं भी एक आमआदमी की तरह् अपनी ज़िन्दगी से सन्तुष्ट नही हूं...
मुझे लगता है कि मैं नास्तिक भी हूं थोड़ा सा...थोड़ा सा विद्रोही...परम्परायें तोड़ना चाहता हूं ...और कभी कभी थोड़ा डरता भी हूं...
मुझे खुद से बातें करना पसंद है और दीवारों से भी...
बहुत से और लोगों की तरह मुझे भी लगता है कि मैं बहुत अकेला हूं...
मैं बहुत मजबूत हूं और बहुत कमजोर भी...
लोग कहते हैं लड़कों को नहीं रोना चाहिये...पर मैं रोता भी हूं...और मुझे इस पर गर्व है क्योंकि मैं कुछ ज्यादा महसूस करता हूं ............

(courtsey: Shashi Ranjan:)

My Experiments With Truth (Review)

Autobiography of one of the greatest man to walk on this planet - Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, this book had to be special. An ordinary book from an extra-ordinary man, it talks about Gandhi's life till 1930s. I personally feel that this book should be used as an extra textbook at the primary or secondary school level. Very highly recommended. A must read.

Recently the trend I've seen is that there are a large number of Gandhi-haters who without even knowing the TRUTH just go on-and-on speaking ill of the man. I've asked few of them, how can you be so sure about it? Pat comes their reply, 'Oh! I know'. And how do you know, when I  further question them they answer, 'There was a forward email, I read!!'.  

Can you believe it! I mean, it has become a fashion to hate Gandhi. I'm not a fanatic follower of him, but what I'm asking is that first be sure about your sources, have genuine information - then and then only raise fingers against him. Read my debate on Gandhi here.

Afterall the chap did what we could not do in 200 years. With one single weapon, non violence.

The Fountainhead (review)

Definitely a masterpiece from Ayn Rand. Philosophy redifined. A must read for everyone whose into reading. A word of caution though, don't pick up the book if you are new into reading - starters stay away for the time being. Anyways, here are few quotes from the book I liked.

Gail Wynand, one of the richest man in NYC, talking to Dominique (his wife) about love

“Why have you been staring at me ever since we met? Because I’m not the Gail Wynand you’d heard about. You see, I love you. And love is exception-making. If you were in love you’d want to be broken, trampled, ordered, dominated, because that’s the impossible, in the inconceivable for you in your relations with people. That would be the one gift, the great exception you’d want to offer the man you loved. But it wouldn’t be easy for you.”

Peter Keating is basically the opposite of the hero, Howard Roark. He speaks of him here.

“I often think that he’s the only one of us who’s achieved immortality. I don’t mean in the sense of fame and I don’t mean that he won’t die some day. But he’s living it. I think he is what the conception really means. You know how people long to be eternal. But they die with every day that passes. When you meet them, they’re not what you met last. In any given hour, they kill some part of themselves. They change, they deny, they contradict–and they call it growth. At the end there’s nothing left, nothing unrevered or unbetrayed; as if there had never been any entity, only a succession of adjectives fading in and out on an unformed mass. How do they expect a permanence which they have never held for a single moment? But Howard–one can imagine him existing forever.”