By-Two Kaapi in an oilfield

About the title:
Two things - One, probably, the title of my next short story and two the lyrics of a song by Dio - the best lines of which are reproduced below

You're a picture - just an image caught in time
We're a lie - you and I
We're words without a rhyme

There's no sign of the morning coming
You've been left on your own
Like a Rainbow in the Dark

It fascinates me, this concept of individualism and the morality of rational self-interest in contrast with collectivism and the typical selflessness. Guess, I have been Objectivised by Ayn Rand. For, it is anytime much more interesting and inspiring than Harry Potter.

How does it feel like to be a Rainbow in the Dark ? Have you ever

• ever done things with humility and a tinge of pride - that pride you seek to earn?
  
• wanted to meet a friend or adversary who has a sharper mind than yours?
  
• felt a sense of incompleteness within yourself, coupled with self-betrayal?
  
• wished to chat with friends late night over a cup of coffee on ideas and visions rathter than chat over the chics/hunks in college?
  
• felt like crying out to the world, rebuking its insolence?
  
• felt utter contempt for mediocrity?
  
• slapped the incompetent bastard? (atleast felt the urge to)
  
• felt sympathetic about that friend of yours who laughs when you talk about philosophy with your girl/boy friend? (for he is such a loser in life)
  
• craved for cut-throat competition, but had to settle for snails behind you?
  

If the answer was an 'affirmative' for any of the above, then you are a classic case of a 'Rainbow in the Dark'. I hope to write a short story on the same soon. Provided my Mom keeps making more of those 'Gharccino's (the new kinda Coffee she is brewing these days).