People...

life introduces u to different kinds of people u wont be that happy to meet... i categorize them as ....
the imposters...the ones who'll pose in ur presence & be totally contradictory in ur absence & actually believe their double faces wont be ever seen by u...
the false believers...the ones who r very happy with the false notion that they have fooled u & end up making a fool of themselves in ur eyes...i actually get amused at their beliefs
the masquerades....the ones who create a good 1st impression but fail to hang on to it for longer....
the loser egoists...the ones who have exaggerated egos which have been generally arisen out of the "i am good for nothing" honest opinion they have of themselves...
recently got to study this category closely...they pose as if they run the  world...& the moment their delusion is broken they show their true colours...they r huge parasites...they r constantly in an effort to conceal their failures by trying to govern others life....
i pity this category the most...the 1st 3 kinds may be due to circumstances or upbringing...but this kind has to do with the subconscious...
ignorance is bliss it is said...& i am blessed with the knowledge of assessing people in meager time... what am i lucky or unlucky?  
 

Disparity...

2 days from today would be my first ever paper presentation at an international conference...i should be excited...if not excited, nervous atleast...but my mind is not even visiting the thoughts 'bout the conference...its stuck....stuck at something i wont get even if i keep yearning for it for an entire lifetime...the piano at school...i can actually write a memory book on it...i still vividly remember how happy i was when Sister Marita had caught me meddling with the keys of the piano and attempting Hindustani Classical over it...in a "bunked class"...and after a long lecture on how advanced my move of bunking class in class VI was (and so how desperately i needed to rush to the confession box to get over with this sin of mine)...she had finally agreed to teach me to play it...
15 years...gosh..after 15 years its touch still felt the same...it was difficult but i could fight back that lump in the throat...when i felt that wood again...plethora of emotions I'd say...i actually thank u Almighty....that it was locked and the keys weren't available...it would have been very very difficult for me to stay composed once the music would have struck out...
i wish i could get that piano home...i wish i could relive all the beautiful ...beautiful memories it gifted me...
coz these instruments have given me far beyond what i could ever expect from the lifeless, i have personified them...drifting back to the notion of disparity... now who'll throw light over the faulty design of human psyche where the mind & the brain don't go hand in hand