just writing as if it is a ritual but anyway it's the last - so ....
ok so we were here to do stuff that we thought we had to do - we don't ever think that all this is temporary or that every thing changes -- what's the use of burning dvds for movies -- means ...
the last three dots mean more than just , you know ...
ok so think differently -- tu bhi to tadpa ...
think that's enuf for now - goes with the spirit :) (find of the day : it's night stupid :) )
Hemi-PS : local effects take over better* thoughts .
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Ok why am I writing this -- coz I have nothing else to do and why am I continuing to write this -- coz I don't have anything else to continue with either -- my life is just a chemical reaction -- not exactly coz I don't like chemistry (whatever that does mean) and about my life - I exactly don't know exactly maybe -- ok then -- after a long time -- a really long time a story -- just writing anything and everything that comes to my mind -- without editing -- so read on your own risk -- if the following content damages your brain working in any manner or breaks your beliefs regarding anything -- then do blame yourself coz it doesn't matter to me :)
Any coincidence ** ** ** * ** * ** * ** * * * ** * * will be totally conincidental .
Green fiels, red sky and some chocolate storm -- that is how you can describe this guy's weird dreams -- this guy who lives the orange desert of the rocky mountains and does his studying by teaching human type character to other life forms and giving them an ice candy made of strawberry flavour that tastes like a magnetic pyjama hanging in the corridor of John Nash's mercedes that came first in digging a hole through the mind a hundred times the intensity of light -- ok that was no imagination -- now just for some time -- let me imagine something -- well imagine and write as well - that's too much work to do all of together - so let's divide it -- na, maza nahi aayega !
ok here it goes
This person who had just been married to the one he loved and had a nice job and was on the perk of happiness of his life - in his happiness took his wife to Manali and they had an accident - the accident was cute and nice but then they decided they should have a child insted, just joking (or if you like, pj-ing) but anyway - he was in the hospital and then and there he laid and felt as if all those he ever knew in this world didn't exist anymore -- this was more of a weird feeling, but even more was it's effect on him -- could he live to continue living ? could he find some one else whom he could be friendly with -- but anyways -- he had nobody coming there to ask if he was alright or not and anyway he would be better off in another world than be in this to see his wife dead or as good as dead. Anyway, he continues to think, that everyone is gone - he, as the instruments around him give the idea, is in some future time and now he has to live alone and just then a nurse comes and he sees her and passes a smile which is returned back and now starts to think that all relationships are just for time pass - an essential ingredient in the meal call the necessity of life, infact we just wrap ourselves around other people coz we can't live without it - loneliness is the thing we live to kill - that's it and as I recall that one of my Hindi textbooks had this written in it that man is a truly social animal and ... ... solitary confinement is one of the worst punishments that can be given ( I think the chapter was by Bhai Parmanand). So he thinks that if he want to live, that is in the case in which he wants to live he should just get acquainted with people and he tries to ask the nurse her name - but - what - he can't speak - he's trying to but can't so now what - how does he ask her her name or anything and why the hell isn't he thinking about him being dumb -- don't know but don't think that matter, ----- ok a pause --- a good Hindi song is going on ....
so rest of the story afterwards (that mostly never comes) coz I am feeing sleepy right now -- so and anyway I wasn't imagining the story - I was semi-imagining it as how else could I write it at the smae time ????
Any coincidence ** ** ** * ** * ** * ** * * * ** * * will be totally conincidental .
Green fiels, red sky and some chocolate storm -- that is how you can describe this guy's weird dreams -- this guy who lives the orange desert of the rocky mountains and does his studying by teaching human type character to other life forms and giving them an ice candy made of strawberry flavour that tastes like a magnetic pyjama hanging in the corridor of John Nash's mercedes that came first in digging a hole through the mind a hundred times the intensity of light -- ok that was no imagination -- now just for some time -- let me imagine something -- well imagine and write as well - that's too much work to do all of together - so let's divide it -- na, maza nahi aayega !
ok here it goes
This person who had just been married to the one he loved and had a nice job and was on the perk of happiness of his life - in his happiness took his wife to Manali and they had an accident - the accident was cute and nice but then they decided they should have a child insted, just joking (or if you like, pj-ing) but anyway - he was in the hospital and then and there he laid and felt as if all those he ever knew in this world didn't exist anymore -- this was more of a weird feeling, but even more was it's effect on him -- could he live to continue living ? could he find some one else whom he could be friendly with -- but anyways -- he had nobody coming there to ask if he was alright or not and anyway he would be better off in another world than be in this to see his wife dead or as good as dead. Anyway, he continues to think, that everyone is gone - he, as the instruments around him give the idea, is in some future time and now he has to live alone and just then a nurse comes and he sees her and passes a smile which is returned back and now starts to think that all relationships are just for time pass - an essential ingredient in the meal call the necessity of life, infact we just wrap ourselves around other people coz we can't live without it - loneliness is the thing we live to kill - that's it and as I recall that one of my Hindi textbooks had this written in it that man is a truly social animal and ... ... solitary confinement is one of the worst punishments that can be given ( I think the chapter was by Bhai Parmanand). So he thinks that if he want to live, that is in the case in which he wants to live he should just get acquainted with people and he tries to ask the nurse her name - but - what - he can't speak - he's trying to but can't so now what - how does he ask her her name or anything and why the hell isn't he thinking about him being dumb -- don't know but don't think that matter, ----- ok a pause --- a good Hindi song is going on ....
so rest of the story afterwards (that mostly never comes) coz I am feeing sleepy right now -- so and anyway I wasn't imagining the story - I was semi-imagining it as how else could I write it at the smae time ????
Friday, December 01, 2006
well this was my status msg some time on gtalk and it didn't appear completely, so I am more than completing it here (which I would have done otherwise too) :
why do I try to customise my desktop and almost everything in my life when life itself can't be customised. ........ Luck, the random part of life, is what makes it fun, else it would be boring but we usually try to customise things, the things we do in routine -- routine which is against the random spirit of life , so live don't customize . . . . . . . . . . . We live to have good things in life -- but good things aren't the ones that are making you live - it is the struggle to get them and avoiding the unpleasant things as much as possible.
That's the truth of human life (maybe) -- we live and try to do things that we think we want to do or doing things that are done just in the flow of life (might be boring things, infact really boring, and might even be something we really don't wanna do -- just damnit doing them) or do things to pass time (we pass time some time just like it or when we need to -- i.e. we have nothing else to do -- but, maybe, most of the times it's a hybrid of both) or doing things that need to be done in order to "live" -- (like the life of a prisoner or some hijacked -- basically something like that) . So in the end we are just doing what will be done by us -- you just do what you do -- nothing else --- and what you do is not something great -- it's just a response by you ( a system ) to your circumstances and what all we feel is just something that in included in the response of the not us to us , any great feeling, any good feeling, any bad incident are all just there -- they are not good or bad -- they are what we like or not -- moral values, it is said that everyone in their heart knows should be there, some obvious things are there in the world which are wrong and should not be done -- but no wrong -- it is just unpleasant to think of such things -- cruel is a word given to an activity that induces a particular type of mental unpleasantness - and I suppose that among those doing it (with their own will), there will be many that not only not feel the unpleasantness but enjoy it instead -- so can it be said to be good for them and bad according to the others ?? Well maybe good and bad is some standard that is more acceptable -- or in other words many people feel the same thing -- but they might also be doing some thing that is "conventionally bad" but whatever whosoever might be doing -- everyone is just doing what they ought to be doing -- there is no purpose to anything -- purpose just like many other words is just a human invented word -- and now when people are too free to think like me, they try to associate this word to things like life and all -- well hell purpose is just something you are going to do -- doesn't mean you live for it -- and when you know it's not the purpose that makes you live but you trying to get it (infact many of them one after the another), then you are, maybe, going to lose a purpose to many a lot things and well I think that should be better -- you tried to get a purpose to something you shouldn't have and you end up losing purposes to things you normally have - some so often every day routine things -- you just think what's the use of it -- well it might help you to get rid (well I don't think so) of just going through life doing the (boring) things that come in our lazy way, But where does that bring me now -- just living not knowing what to do -- not interested to do anything (well actually not -- we are just machines and machines have reactions (no need to think chemical here) going on all the time and we react/respond accordingly) and well here I am - just there - now what -- a man put in the centre of a crossroad of some planet and he doesn't have any previous memory (just made now or maybe mind-formatted) -- not knowing anything -- just seeing this world -- well he will just do things but will just do -- for no reason except for just doing them -- and that's where I am -- just doing them I don't know what I am doing them for and bla bla bla bla bla bla -- why am I even writing this blog - this makes no sense -- well may be I write blogs because I enjoy the typing it involves but still why am I writing stuff like this -- it doesn't even give me any pleasure -- well I think it's just like that and for nothing else but still .... Ok new para man.
So now what -- things seem too unimportant now for me to pursue -- coz of this factor called luck ------ hey I just realized that I didn't implement what I had written that I would know what 1 is , anyway I don't really finish many things and bla bla bla .. Haji Ali song is going on by the way -- baba haji ali baba haji ali -- piya haji ali piya haji ali piya haji ali piya oh -- ok anyway - no purpose and just going on - should I continue with that or should I continue writing this blog post -- well I don't know ok something I had thought of putting at the end of this blog post but now - as a change - I am putting it right now -- it's a message (most probably forwarded) to me by Apoorva on orkut, so here it goes the intersting thing (the only one in this blog) :
/**Start**/
U know you live in 2006 when...
1. You go to a party, sit down and take pics
2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.
3. The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is that they
don't have MSN/Bebo/MySpace.
4. You'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just
pushing the button on the TV.
6. Your evening activity is sitting at the computer.
7. You read this list, and keep nodding and smiling.
8. You think about how stupid you are for reading this.
9. You were too busy to notice number five.
10. You actually scrolled back up to check if there was a number five.
11. And now you're laughing at your stupidity.
12. Repost if you fell for it. You know you did
/**END**/
well after reading this (and laughing and all), I also felt a little bad -- I don't know why - just another emotion (maybe perhaps) but anyway life goes no matter what the hell it is and will always go on for everybody -- but I am satisfied with this - just not satisfied -- well maybe I actually am satisfied - and now that I am thinking about it - I think that my non-satisfaction is interesting -- uh the changing patterns of the brain -- just happen things but anyway all this - if it's a reaction will continue -- and if not -- well does it matter - does anything -- in the end -- what end -- what are we thinking here -- much of our thinking of some such issues is so badly framed by the society (society includes media and all) that I think I will have to start thinking every like think from the beginning/scratch whatever - so here goes the clogging of my brain -- not thinking anything -- so I shall let it be - no worrying the little old junk rusted 3&&!$*DFFS brain. Ok but I shall end this blog in leet .
why do I try to customise my desktop and almost everything in my life when life itself can't be customised. ........ Luck, the random part of life, is what makes it fun, else it would be boring but we usually try to customise things, the things we do in routine -- routine which is against the random spirit of life , so live don't customize . . . . . . . . . . . We live to have good things in life -- but good things aren't the ones that are making you live - it is the struggle to get them and avoiding the unpleasant things as much as possible.
That's the truth of human life (maybe) -- we live and try to do things that we think we want to do or doing things that are done just in the flow of life (might be boring things, infact really boring, and might even be something we really don't wanna do -- just damnit doing them) or do things to pass time (we pass time some time just like it or when we need to -- i.e. we have nothing else to do -- but, maybe, most of the times it's a hybrid of both) or doing things that need to be done in order to "live" -- (like the life of a prisoner or some hijacked -- basically something like that) . So in the end we are just doing what will be done by us -- you just do what you do -- nothing else --- and what you do is not something great -- it's just a response by you ( a system ) to your circumstances and what all we feel is just something that in included in the response of the not us to us , any great feeling, any good feeling, any bad incident are all just there -- they are not good or bad -- they are what we like or not -- moral values, it is said that everyone in their heart knows should be there, some obvious things are there in the world which are wrong and should not be done -- but no wrong -- it is just unpleasant to think of such things -- cruel is a word given to an activity that induces a particular type of mental unpleasantness - and I suppose that among those doing it (with their own will), there will be many that not only not feel the unpleasantness but enjoy it instead -- so can it be said to be good for them and bad according to the others ?? Well maybe good and bad is some standard that is more acceptable -- or in other words many people feel the same thing -- but they might also be doing some thing that is "conventionally bad" but whatever whosoever might be doing -- everyone is just doing what they ought to be doing -- there is no purpose to anything -- purpose just like many other words is just a human invented word -- and now when people are too free to think like me, they try to associate this word to things like life and all -- well hell purpose is just something you are going to do -- doesn't mean you live for it -- and when you know it's not the purpose that makes you live but you trying to get it (infact many of them one after the another), then you are, maybe, going to lose a purpose to many a lot things and well I think that should be better -- you tried to get a purpose to something you shouldn't have and you end up losing purposes to things you normally have - some so often every day routine things -- you just think what's the use of it -- well it might help you to get rid (well I don't think so) of just going through life doing the (boring) things that come in our lazy way, But where does that bring me now -- just living not knowing what to do -- not interested to do anything (well actually not -- we are just machines and machines have reactions (no need to think chemical here) going on all the time and we react/respond accordingly) and well here I am - just there - now what -- a man put in the centre of a crossroad of some planet and he doesn't have any previous memory (just made now or maybe mind-formatted) -- not knowing anything -- just seeing this world -- well he will just do things but will just do -- for no reason except for just doing them -- and that's where I am -- just doing them I don't know what I am doing them for and bla bla bla bla bla bla -- why am I even writing this blog - this makes no sense -- well may be I write blogs because I enjoy the typing it involves but still why am I writing stuff like this -- it doesn't even give me any pleasure -- well I think it's just like that and for nothing else but still .... Ok new para man.
So now what -- things seem too unimportant now for me to pursue -- coz of this factor called luck ------ hey I just realized that I didn't implement what I had written that I would know what 1 is , anyway I don't really finish many things and bla bla bla .. Haji Ali song is going on by the way -- baba haji ali baba haji ali -- piya haji ali piya haji ali piya haji ali piya oh -- ok anyway - no purpose and just going on - should I continue with that or should I continue writing this blog post -- well I don't know ok something I had thought of putting at the end of this blog post but now - as a change - I am putting it right now -- it's a message (most probably forwarded) to me by Apoorva on orkut, so here it goes the intersting thing (the only one in this blog) :
/**Start**/
U know you live in 2006 when...
1. You go to a party, sit down and take pics
2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.
3. The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is that they
don't have MSN/Bebo/MySpace.
4. You'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just
pushing the button on the TV.
6. Your evening activity is sitting at the computer.
7. You read this list, and keep nodding and smiling.
8. You think about how stupid you are for reading this.
9. You were too busy to notice number five.
10. You actually scrolled back up to check if there was a number five.
11. And now you're laughing at your stupidity.
12. Repost if you fell for it. You know you did
/**END**/
well after reading this (and laughing and all), I also felt a little bad -- I don't know why - just another emotion (maybe perhaps) but anyway life goes no matter what the hell it is and will always go on for everybody -- but I am satisfied with this - just not satisfied -- well maybe I actually am satisfied - and now that I am thinking about it - I think that my non-satisfaction is interesting -- uh the changing patterns of the brain -- just happen things but anyway all this - if it's a reaction will continue -- and if not -- well does it matter - does anything -- in the end -- what end -- what are we thinking here -- much of our thinking of some such issues is so badly framed by the society (society includes media and all) that I think I will have to start thinking every like think from the beginning/scratch whatever - so here goes the clogging of my brain -- not thinking anything -- so I shall let it be - no worrying the little old junk rusted 3&&!$*DFFS brain. Ok but I shall end this blog in leet .
/ * * * * * * 7H3 3nd * * * * * * /
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
हाँ बहुत वेला हूँ दोपहर के एक बजे । अभी-अभी ऐम-टी के लैब-टैस्ट में 8 की जगह तीन नम्बर बड़वाकर आया हूँ और उस समय काफी उदास हो गया था, पर अब थीक है - काइन्ड-औफ़ कोइ परवाह नहीं है । सब थीक है बस ये हिन्दी लिखने में बहुत तकलीफ हो रही है - मतलब उतनी तेज़ नहीं लिख पा रहा जितना कि सोचा था । चलो अभी खाना खाने जाना है - बस थोड़ा और लिखते हैं । अभी खाने के बाद क्या करना है ? चलचित्र ? वैल अगर और कुछ नही मिला तो शायद यहीं या फिर एनिमे । वैसे मैं कोइ काम करने की सोचूंगा क्या ? पतानहीं, देखते हैं । चलो चलते हैं अभी खाना खाने । समय अभी - 1:00 पी-ऐम ।
चली भैया हिन्दी में आज तो ब्लौग ।
कल मेरा MT का पेपर है और मैं यहाँ ऐसे टाइम पास कर रहा हूँ ।
चलो वैसे physics और chemistry थोड़ा-बहुत तो पड़ ही लिया है । चलो कोशिश करते हैं कि एक-डेड बजे तक सब हो जाए - मतलब जितना भी हो जाए थीक ही है । इससे ज़्यादा कर भी क्या सकते हैं ! बस इसे यहीं रोकता हूँ और वैसे ये हिन्दी लिखना भी बहुत समय खाता है । चलो भाई अलविदा ।
Thank you everyone , thanx a lot !!!
कल मेरा MT का पेपर है और मैं यहाँ ऐसे टाइम पास कर रहा हूँ ।
चलो वैसे physics और chemistry थोड़ा-बहुत तो पड़ ही लिया है । चलो कोशिश करते हैं कि एक-डेड बजे तक सब हो जाए - मतलब जितना भी हो जाए थीक ही है । इससे ज़्यादा कर भी क्या सकते हैं ! बस इसे यहीं रोकता हूँ और वैसे ये हिन्दी लिखना भी बहुत समय खाता है । चलो भाई अलविदा ।
Thank you everyone , thanx a lot !!!
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Today is Saturday, 25th November, 2006. Went to Delhi today and came back !!! without even going to home once. But one thing is there, all happiness and sadness in the world is relative. Maybe not, sadness and happiness generally have the same criteria, the same basic criteria but still there is something there that is there and that is luck maybe - yes kind of makes sense - I am thinking what I am thinking because of the position I am in - I feel sadness and happiness relative to that and someone else feels them according to the position they are in. It's just a reaction to a favourable situation according to your mentality which in turn is maintained by situations. So it doesn't matter - you don't have control over the situation you are in (maybe) and neither do you have control over whether the situation turns out in favour or not - so I am happy - kinda no more sadness in not being able to do something (if it's because of circumstances not of my laziness) and kinda feel good everything goes right but not wrong if it goes wrong because you can always take a turn in life - anyway the life is (supposedly) finite - even if it is not, does it matter - just do what you want to and fuck everything else - well your emotions won't let you do that - just being cheerful in life is not possible - even if it I am now not interested in that - obviously you should think about things (prefferably not worry maybe) but you won't be thinking about the things about which you are worried about now.
So go through the life after thinking what matters, and you will find something new, well maybe not - this is not a fairy tale - greater knowledge could bring greater grief (who am I lecture which I attended some time ago) - but anyway - it makes sense to acknowledge whose part has come itself to you and it makes sense to see through your life - what the heck is it and what's it made up of and what exactly matters - I think the last question is the most important question and should be answered - hey what's the meaning of should by the way - well anyway I (now) don't like this word so let's guss it and send a new one in stead - which one should I send - ummmm - should I send - SHOULD I ? Well this should can go the hell and I am not taking care of this word and replacing it with anything else.
So the jist - well actually have to analyze but maybe - you are going the wrong way in your life if you take a look at it - you just find that this is not the way you want to go - you want to go some other way - this may not be the best way, whatever best means - well limiting it to - this may not be the best happy/"feel good" way - and maybe you don't even want that one (and maybe that one's a contradiction) - but anyway you just feel you should - na - want to go some other way - and what does that path hold ?? - does it matter ?
La La La - another thing, time passes, thoughts pass, great men pass (whatever great means) and so will this thought ! A ripple in time wave - nothing else - of no importance (whatever importance means), a subprocess thinking too much of itself - pathetic, pathetic, pathetic !!!
Me : But does the above thing matter ? ?? : Pathetic !
Me : I am a sub-process so what is wrong if I am too proud -- the process cannot go on without a subprocess !
?? : Do you really think so ?
Me : Well no, but does that matter - if I am ok with being over-proud and die without any brunt of it ?
?? : Can't you think anything beyond "does that matter" ?
Me : Maybe but does that matter ?
?? : Think this way does it matter to think does it matter or not ? (Maybe this ?? was me only)
Me : For that I will have to think does it matter !!!
?? : Think beyond ??!!
Me : What's beyond ?
?? : Does it matter ?
Me : Well tell the meaning atleast !
?? : Does it matter ?
Me : Don't know, haven't thought and haven't realized !
?? : Can you think beyond your thinking ? Does there exist a beyond ? Is there a more meaningful question that "does it even matter?" ?
Me : Does it matter ?
?? :
Me : May be .. So just let it go, kind of ??!!!
?? : If you can find out whatever all think meant - congratulation to you and if not then keep yourself satisfied with an appropriate answer to does it even matter ? ?
Me : Ok, cya around, bye !
Disappearance is an art that can't be learnt by everyone - coz thoso who do disappear !
Non-existing is a supreme art that can't be learnt by anyone - coz if you do - who am I talking to !! have I gone nuts talking to myself !!
Time pass : go to hell, I am sleeping this definition I am not writing but one I shall - from my experience - kindof umm, maybe:
Laziness - the virtue by which a living being - of the same whatever level as a human being - does not (evev) do something which he/she/*e wants to do. [* is used here as a wild card and can be replaced by any number of characters except spaces]
So go through the life after thinking what matters, and you will find something new, well maybe not - this is not a fairy tale - greater knowledge could bring greater grief (who am I lecture which I attended some time ago) - but anyway - it makes sense to acknowledge whose part has come itself to you and it makes sense to see through your life - what the heck is it and what's it made up of and what exactly matters - I think the last question is the most important question and should be answered - hey what's the meaning of should by the way - well anyway I (now) don't like this word so let's guss it and send a new one in stead - which one should I send - ummmm - should I send - SHOULD I ? Well this should can go the hell and I am not taking care of this word and replacing it with anything else.
So the jist - well actually have to analyze but maybe - you are going the wrong way in your life if you take a look at it - you just find that this is not the way you want to go - you want to go some other way - this may not be the best way, whatever best means - well limiting it to - this may not be the best happy/"feel good" way - and maybe you don't even want that one (and maybe that one's a contradiction) - but anyway you just feel you should - na - want to go some other way - and what does that path hold ?? - does it matter ?
La La La - another thing, time passes, thoughts pass, great men pass (whatever great means) and so will this thought ! A ripple in time wave - nothing else - of no importance (whatever importance means), a subprocess thinking too much of itself - pathetic, pathetic, pathetic !!!
Me : But does the above thing matter ? ?? : Pathetic !
Me : I am a sub-process so what is wrong if I am too proud -- the process cannot go on without a subprocess !
?? : Do you really think so ?
Me : Well no, but does that matter - if I am ok with being over-proud and die without any brunt of it ?
?? : Can't you think anything beyond "does that matter" ?
Me : Maybe but does that matter ?
?? : Think this way does it matter to think does it matter or not ? (Maybe this ?? was me only)
Me : For that I will have to think does it matter !!!
?? : Think beyond ??!!
Me : What's beyond ?
?? : Does it matter ?
Me : Well tell the meaning atleast !
?? : Does it matter ?
Me : Don't know, haven't thought and haven't realized !
?? : Can you think beyond your thinking ? Does there exist a beyond ? Is there a more meaningful question that "does it even matter?" ?
Me : Does it matter ?
?? :
Me : May be .. So just let it go, kind of ??!!!
?? : If you can find out whatever all think meant - congratulation to you and if not then keep yourself satisfied with an appropriate answer to does it even matter ? ?
Me : Ok, cya around, bye !
Disappearance is an art that can't be learnt by everyone - coz thoso who do disappear !
Non-existing is a supreme art that can't be learnt by anyone - coz if you do - who am I talking to !! have I gone nuts talking to myself !!
Time pass : go to hell, I am sleeping this definition I am not writing but one I shall - from my experience - kindof umm, maybe:
Laziness - the virtue by which a living being - of the same whatever level as a human being - does not (evev) do something which he/she/*e wants to do. [* is used here as a wild card and can be replaced by any number of characters except spaces]
Friday, November 24, 2006
Today is Friday, the last one of the second last month of the year 2006.
So what am I goin to do now -- nothing, just sleep as I have to go to Delhi tomorrow - for what nothing much - infact it's kind of a trip as for me it's not worth the time spent on it (infact the time spent is not the matter but the way the time that will be spent in the journey will be killing). Anyway I see it as a trip which I have to take - and I get atleast the advantage that my project will start sooner, maybe.
In any case - today's best thing - we got the stepper motors working (maybe and the we doesn't include me) and something amazing was happening - the motor was working whenever it wanted to - the circuit being the same, it worked for some time interval and just started working and then stopped - as so ever it wished - or more properly as so ever we wished, being more sensitive to Rishi. It started when we wanted to or when we brought Rishi's hand closer to it with the story for it's stopping being the same.
Ok so we are done with today's story - let's search something else - ok I am writing this blog on my transparent window of notepad2 instead of the blogger window -- easy way - even if the window doesn't open now I can write now and post it whenever it is. Ease of manipulation an anyway it fells good when you are typing on a transparent window.
OK before ending - we had mess veg grub and we have rejected the microcontroller available in the lab and I thought I would also make a new blog which would not be for anything - so a more refined thing - rather than a piece of junk ( I seriously do not beleive this blog is a piece of junk ). So let's see if I do it or not.
Without taking much time --- hey I like typing --- I would like to end this file but before that a thing -- looks have a phychological effect so they have effect on your thinking -- so that would apply to you as well --- well think mathematically -- only if you see yourself in the mirror very often :). JUst kidding/joking/whatever.
And now the end of it -- the song going on/ was just going on is/was somewhere I belong - or that was what he was saying in the end of the song, and the song going on now is "zindagi hai duya to kya".
To bye , tc (not turbo c but take care and if you had thought otherwise, it's vice versa ), sayonara, come to office yourself (khuda-afice), achcha alvida (good bye) and aise hi (so on), etc ..
Time to go the dn I me felling sleepy now da ta (not data but tata oh ta ta -- or good bye, jstu fellign sleepy)
k bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
no k but ok from now on -- ok !!!
So what am I goin to do now -- nothing, just sleep as I have to go to Delhi tomorrow - for what nothing much - infact it's kind of a trip as for me it's not worth the time spent on it (infact the time spent is not the matter but the way the time that will be spent in the journey will be killing). Anyway I see it as a trip which I have to take - and I get atleast the advantage that my project will start sooner, maybe.
In any case - today's best thing - we got the stepper motors working (maybe and the we doesn't include me) and something amazing was happening - the motor was working whenever it wanted to - the circuit being the same, it worked for some time interval and just started working and then stopped - as so ever it wished - or more properly as so ever we wished, being more sensitive to Rishi. It started when we wanted to or when we brought Rishi's hand closer to it with the story for it's stopping being the same.
Ok so we are done with today's story - let's search something else - ok I am writing this blog on my transparent window of notepad2 instead of the blogger window -- easy way - even if the window doesn't open now I can write now and post it whenever it is. Ease of manipulation an anyway it fells good when you are typing on a transparent window.
OK before ending - we had mess veg grub and we have rejected the microcontroller available in the lab and I thought I would also make a new blog which would not be for anything - so a more refined thing - rather than a piece of junk ( I seriously do not beleive this blog is a piece of junk ). So let's see if I do it or not.
Without taking much time --- hey I like typing --- I would like to end this file but before that a thing -- looks have a phychological effect so they have effect on your thinking -- so that would apply to you as well --- well think mathematically -- only if you see yourself in the mirror very often :). JUst kidding/joking/whatever.
And now the end of it -- the song going on/ was just going on is/was somewhere I belong - or that was what he was saying in the end of the song, and the song going on now is "zindagi hai duya to kya".
To bye , tc (not turbo c but take care and if you had thought otherwise, it's vice versa ), sayonara, come to office yourself (khuda-afice), achcha alvida (good bye) and aise hi (so on), etc ..
Time to go the dn I me felling sleepy now da ta (not data but tata oh ta ta -- or good bye, jstu fellign sleepy)
k bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
no k but ok from now on -- ok !!!
Friday, November 17, 2006
waise to main kal hi likna chahta tha post par cp aur mt ka test aur raat k baje hoon sade gyarah and you haven't even started --- to kya - waise aaj mt dia - jo exp choda wahi aaya - some grating; some = d**.. don't remember the name right now but anyways - poocha kya karna hai - khush tha ki nahi aata hua experiment itna badiya ja raha hai - but something went wrong - d**.. grating constant didn't have the dimension of length but I wrote it in armstrong and even converted that to meter - par chalta hai paper khatam hone k baad to -infinity bhi aayein to bhi chalta hai
and aal this for what -- just some course doing which I get so sleepy that I can't resist it nomore
anyways sad / bad things aside and let's look at our project for a moment -- micromouse for iitb techfest
dekhte hain -- abhi to koi kaam shuru nahi hua par aaj karenge
lab jaenge vi and dekhenge kya hota hai
and maine abhi tak microcontroller ki book abhi udha k bhi nahi dekhi and st7 pe search bhi nahi maara
dhoda bahut to aana chahiye microcontoller k baare maine nahi to boora lagta hai
chalo abhi search maarke fir continue karte hain likhna
chalo ho rahi hai search
to kya irada hai hamara --- abhi to kutch nahi and ek do seniors ko dekh k BITS ka level to nahi bada aakhon mein par haan abhi sochne pe zindagi aur bhi bekar kar rakhi hai aisa lagta hai -- karta kya hoon main poora din -- kinda time paas -- jaisa abhi kar raha hoon :) ?!
ok some distraction to this
let's see how -- maybe hmmm...... - well this is where my blog ends and let's change the song
red eyes are coz they not any other color -- or may be just coz of the mechanism of the receptor -- or mixed / hybrid -- or maybe coz red is the color that that --- aah time paas nice try but ye meri typing speed fast kyon nahi hoti and main itni baar backspace kyon dabata hoon ?
k now let's go -- bye !!!
and aal this for what -- just some course doing which I get so sleepy that I can't resist it nomore
anyways sad / bad things aside and let's look at our project for a moment -- micromouse for iitb techfest
dekhte hain -- abhi to koi kaam shuru nahi hua par aaj karenge
lab jaenge vi and dekhenge kya hota hai
and maine abhi tak microcontroller ki book abhi udha k bhi nahi dekhi and st7 pe search bhi nahi maara
dhoda bahut to aana chahiye microcontoller k baare maine nahi to boora lagta hai
chalo abhi search maarke fir continue karte hain likhna
chalo ho rahi hai search
to kya irada hai hamara --- abhi to kutch nahi and ek do seniors ko dekh k BITS ka level to nahi bada aakhon mein par haan abhi sochne pe zindagi aur bhi bekar kar rakhi hai aisa lagta hai -- karta kya hoon main poora din -- kinda time paas -- jaisa abhi kar raha hoon :) ?!
ok some distraction to this
let's see how -- maybe hmmm...... - well this is where my blog ends and let's change the song
red eyes are coz they not any other color -- or may be just coz of the mechanism of the receptor -- or mixed / hybrid -- or maybe coz red is the color that that --- aah time paas nice try but ye meri typing speed fast kyon nahi hoti and main itni baar backspace kyon dabata hoon ?
k now let's go -- bye !!!
Thursday, November 02, 2006
ah, back to the blog after a really long time
let's see today is the 2nd of november and last time I came here was june
so what do I have 2day, nothing just have to study for the maths exam 2moro -- the course is terrific - not in the good sense but some what like hell you can say -- BITS has this special property of making us bright students lazy -- no compulsory attendence -- and you open the book just b4 the exam to know that there are some symbols you have to first decode to understand the thing and where do you land up -- wanting not to study -- but you have to -- you can't just write nothing in the exam -- you don't feel good and if you go this way -- you are just going to screw your grade -- so I think this stratergy needs to be improved -- no not starting early -- start late -- not as late as today -- do in small quanta -- and try not to do as much yourself as possible -- go take some "advice" -- any way no one uses them themselves -- so just do this thing, if possible obviously, know what kinda questions are going to come coz you aren't going to even try understand the things anyway -- so get how it is going ok!
now so what's the final strategy : do the neccesary according to what's worth it and don't be lazy in atlest this. That's it : this is the raaz of being active in academics -- well its better than atleast thinking that this much is not worth it when your study has futile parts you know and when you misunderstand things -- so confirm with many people - and when you do the things efficiently -- let me right it the mathematics way:
let x be the effort to study the effort to worth ratio and a domain D (ie limited values/range of effort and worth) and y be the suitable effort acc. to this study but y is suitable not if that gives the best ratio in the domain but (x+y) does -- so can't spend much on x too -- so how do you decide without calculating -- let's do some - x>0 ye and do as much that that doesn't bother you and if y done doesn't bother you then done else ??? well go on the feeling -- that is all you can do -- and anyway le morale de le storie est it is not the best the matter but the one that doesn't bother -- so changing your tolerance can be an Idea -- you mean study -- no way -- so what else can b changed -- negative tolerance -- well that is ignorance -- but ignorance is bliss -- how do I know -- don't judge something you see/read/hear anywhere (i remember moi repri paper -- the newspapers thing), ok anyway - i just forgot what I was writing and without remem -- ah I rememberd it -- so bad -- anyways let's continue.
so what's next in this pitiful life -- well going by the adjective there is pity -- ye -- but who's pitying ? -- no-one - so that should be a pitiless life -- so pitiful -- anyway piti(pity*) is just a four letter word (some notpron thing)
and now the best thing of the day -- it going to be over -- ye
well you might be thinkginijfkdjsjieff erhejfj he 0-- random thought you know -- some techica fkdjkljldjieoj elej l insuffiect memory , data losdk termi g
system restart -- well can you do that to a human well my mind doesn't think what I want it to -- some not so well known programs just use my brain whenever it's used and the usage is controlled by the system lazy process which uses most -- ok kinda doesn't let others use -- so random thought --- well I don't think they are -- I just munch upon other people's thought -- well I have some of my own -- but they are from the time I thought -- may be by force or by chance but I did think -- anyways -- random shutdown might take place anytime -- mind if a very inefficent machine and that is what makes us superior to machines -- hey man I am talking bullshit (EME or the english movie effect coz I have been seeing a lot of movies lately) -- um the best -- well actualy the only one I rememver at this is (coz of fresh memory) is "kung fu hustle"
ok one more para end -- what end - jfdkjdsjedf djfjkdj dfs somehting dfjds is osf a hi value -- no value for the atmostphere -- there goes -- I am dying --- help me -- I got an heartattack and no helped me, if I would have been alive I would have got another seeing this -- well that was a nice one -- not completely my own -- not at all completely my own - but my own ....
thanx for your etnemnrtianet mr. smith -- you can djfklje8e898989 mayday mayday -- charlie 007 hitler here any backup condoms plz.........
let's see today is the 2nd of november and last time I came here was june
so what do I have 2day, nothing just have to study for the maths exam 2moro -- the course is terrific - not in the good sense but some what like hell you can say -- BITS has this special property of making us bright students lazy -- no compulsory attendence -- and you open the book just b4 the exam to know that there are some symbols you have to first decode to understand the thing and where do you land up -- wanting not to study -- but you have to -- you can't just write nothing in the exam -- you don't feel good and if you go this way -- you are just going to screw your grade -- so I think this stratergy needs to be improved -- no not starting early -- start late -- not as late as today -- do in small quanta -- and try not to do as much yourself as possible -- go take some "advice" -- any way no one uses them themselves -- so just do this thing, if possible obviously, know what kinda questions are going to come coz you aren't going to even try understand the things anyway -- so get how it is going ok!
now so what's the final strategy : do the neccesary according to what's worth it and don't be lazy in atlest this. That's it : this is the raaz of being active in academics -- well its better than atleast thinking that this much is not worth it when your study has futile parts you know and when you misunderstand things -- so confirm with many people - and when you do the things efficiently -- let me right it the mathematics way:
let x be the effort to study the effort to worth ratio and a domain D (ie limited values/range of effort and worth) and y be the suitable effort acc. to this study but y is suitable not if that gives the best ratio in the domain but (x+y) does -- so can't spend much on x too -- so how do you decide without calculating -- let's do some - x>0 ye and do as much that that doesn't bother you and if y done doesn't bother you then done else ??? well go on the feeling -- that is all you can do -- and anyway le morale de le storie est it is not the best the matter but the one that doesn't bother -- so changing your tolerance can be an Idea -- you mean study -- no way -- so what else can b changed -- negative tolerance -- well that is ignorance -- but ignorance is bliss -- how do I know -- don't judge something you see/read/hear anywhere (i remember moi repri paper -- the newspapers thing), ok anyway - i just forgot what I was writing and without remem -- ah I rememberd it -- so bad -- anyways let's continue.
so what's next in this pitiful life -- well going by the adjective there is pity -- ye -- but who's pitying ? -- no-one - so that should be a pitiless life -- so pitiful -- anyway piti(pity*) is just a four letter word (some notpron thing)
and now the best thing of the day -- it going to be over -- ye
well you might be thinkginijfkdjsjieff erhejfj he 0-- random thought you know -- some techica fkdjkljldjieoj elej l insuffiect memory , data losdk termi g
system restart -- well can you do that to a human well my mind doesn't think what I want it to -- some not so well known programs just use my brain whenever it's used and the usage is controlled by the system lazy process which uses most -- ok kinda doesn't let others use -- so random thought --- well I don't think they are -- I just munch upon other people's thought -- well I have some of my own -- but they are from the time I thought -- may be by force or by chance but I did think -- anyways -- random shutdown might take place anytime -- mind if a very inefficent machine and that is what makes us superior to machines -- hey man I am talking bullshit (EME or the english movie effect coz I have been seeing a lot of movies lately) -- um the best -- well actualy the only one I rememver at this is (coz of fresh memory) is "kung fu hustle"
ok one more para end -- what end - jfdkjdsjedf djfjkdj dfs somehting dfjds is osf a hi value -- no value for the atmostphere -- there goes -- I am dying --- help me -- I got an heartattack and no helped me, if I would have been alive I would have got another seeing this -- well that was a nice one -- not completely my own -- not at all completely my own - but my own ....
thanx for your etnemnrtianet mr. smith -- you can djfklje8e898989 mayday mayday -- charlie 007 hitler here any backup condoms plz.........
Saturday, May 13, 2006
ok this is my real last day in Pilani of this semester and i am right now making my yahoo website its called some geocities thing so whatever
i don't know what to write in this post but ya sure the trunk-tranfer yesterday was really a bad kinda experience for me and the packing today was also a bad experience
i will go back by a qualis (or something of that sort) most probably at 1 or 2 am of yesterday inverse's that is kal baad wala ok
so whatever i am not going to end this article so short so i am going to write a lot today , well maybe there's no telling to my moood , infact anybody's mood , isn't it ?
ye sabse bekaar post honi wali hai lagta hai ...
kabhi aisa lagta hai ki dil mein ik raaz hai jise kehna chaahon par main keh paaon na aankhon hi aankhon mein keh jati hai jo ye khamoshion ki hai kaise zubaan ai mere khuda mujhe itna bata kya aisa hi hota hai pyar jo na maine kaha jo na usne suna kya aisa hota hai pyar
wo sikander hi doston kehlata hai hari baazi ko jitna jise aata hai niklenge maidan mein jis din hum jhooom k dharti dolegi ye gagan choom k o o niklenge maidan mein jis din hum jhoom k dharti dolegi ye gagan choom ke nahi samjhe hain wo hamein to kya jata hai hari baazi ko jitna hamein aata hai
chalo bahut likh liya ab chein baj gaye hamein chalna chahiye
i don't know what to write in this post but ya sure the trunk-tranfer yesterday was really a bad kinda experience for me and the packing today was also a bad experience
i will go back by a qualis (or something of that sort) most probably at 1 or 2 am of yesterday inverse's that is kal baad wala ok
so whatever i am not going to end this article so short so i am going to write a lot today , well maybe there's no telling to my moood , infact anybody's mood , isn't it ?
ye sabse bekaar post honi wali hai lagta hai ...
kabhi aisa lagta hai ki dil mein ik raaz hai jise kehna chaahon par main keh paaon na aankhon hi aankhon mein keh jati hai jo ye khamoshion ki hai kaise zubaan ai mere khuda mujhe itna bata kya aisa hi hota hai pyar jo na maine kaha jo na usne suna kya aisa hota hai pyar
wo sikander hi doston kehlata hai hari baazi ko jitna jise aata hai niklenge maidan mein jis din hum jhooom k dharti dolegi ye gagan choom k o o niklenge maidan mein jis din hum jhoom k dharti dolegi ye gagan choom ke nahi samjhe hain wo hamein to kya jata hai hari baazi ko jitna hamein aata hai
chalo bahut likh liya ab chein baj gaye hamein chalna chahiye
Friday, May 12, 2006
ok here i am in the ipc again writing as this is my kinda last day of this sem
so what am i going to write
ok i dunno
so this is a whole crap thing i m writing just bcoz jsfjlsj jsjgf ;;;; well why am i should think of a reason
so the sem in short , in fact not coz wen u recall it's not wat actually happened and i am not even trying to recall so forget it
memorable things perhaps ?
ok first things that come to my mind are sariska and khetri trips about which i haven't posted anything in my blog, should have but was looking for some photoblog or thing
then unmemorable negatively were me taking the system of acads here seriously
why should study to make an A, B or anything and what's the problem if the system (i.e. the faculty, the course and all) is bullshit and anything happens here. y shud that be of a concern to me. neways, maybe that was coz i had nothing else to do so that was the only thing that could possibly occupy my mind
and what else did i do, well in short i can say that i wasted ( well i also thot is there something like utilisation of time ) 4 and a half more months of my life
but what's the problem in that
the only problem is that i didn't like it
so should i change myself
how should i
why shoud i, just becoz i don't like the way it's going, well that's more than a reason so why did i not change it, how could i continue living like that, well that's not a big problem, i m doing it right now, so what the problem in doing like this
well there is no problem in doing like this but at this moment a am not disliking or hating what i m doing but why do i do things i don't wanna do and why do i not do things that i wanna do ?
well i dunno why but i am (as ususal) not letting/trying/encouraging my brain to think about it
so forget that too
what now
ok unremembering whatever i wrote until now jksfsjfjshjn jksdnfjks
jkljs nsnj jslaj 4ejoi ljsaj jwajlj what am i writing
writing is some symbols thrown together to form some meaning kinda thing and jthe =jsgkjwaje
jsjdklfr ewjlj 98095r83528939
why did i write numbers at the end; hey this is really sexy method of thinking aloud as they say ksjdfkldsjf iam enjoying it ddjsfkjsdituje3l;0o3wr
so waht now hey taht was a spellling miskte so waht whya am i caering avout it hey hthere are oto mahy maistake s in my thing ok i shout d do someting avbout it my tyoping shouled be fast and free of tyopo eerers or ok fkjdsjfkjskjdfkjsjfkjskfjkljsfrjewojewoiuroiwurqwroiuwfj klnvsmcnfui4hfrhjfjklsuri3uqroijalfjejeurj
yoo mannnndfjjdsfjie
ye kya hua pehle na aisa hota tha main hoon kahan ye jannon na koi mujhe itna batade taknfkds
ki i dunno what comes after dso flds
deewana main hoon deewana tera deewana main hoon deewana tera mausam hai mastana uspe dil deewana deewana tera tujhe hi pookare ye marzi teri too aaye na aaye
deewana dhooondti hooon jalakar jo chup gaya hai wo parwana dhooonti hoon tu ru ru ru
ok lets go and do some sita job ok
da
no this comp may be has no java thing installed so what shall i do ok continue this faaltoo thing
the end for this thing ok
so what am i going to write
ok i dunno
so this is a whole crap thing i m writing just bcoz jsfjlsj jsjgf ;;;; well why am i should think of a reason
so the sem in short , in fact not coz wen u recall it's not wat actually happened and i am not even trying to recall so forget it
memorable things perhaps ?
ok first things that come to my mind are sariska and khetri trips about which i haven't posted anything in my blog, should have but was looking for some photoblog or thing
then unmemorable negatively were me taking the system of acads here seriously
why should study to make an A, B or anything and what's the problem if the system (i.e. the faculty, the course and all) is bullshit and anything happens here. y shud that be of a concern to me. neways, maybe that was coz i had nothing else to do so that was the only thing that could possibly occupy my mind
and what else did i do, well in short i can say that i wasted ( well i also thot is there something like utilisation of time ) 4 and a half more months of my life
but what's the problem in that
the only problem is that i didn't like it
so should i change myself
how should i
why shoud i, just becoz i don't like the way it's going, well that's more than a reason so why did i not change it, how could i continue living like that, well that's not a big problem, i m doing it right now, so what the problem in doing like this
well there is no problem in doing like this but at this moment a am not disliking or hating what i m doing but why do i do things i don't wanna do and why do i not do things that i wanna do ?
well i dunno why but i am (as ususal) not letting/trying/encouraging my brain to think about it
so forget that too
what now
ok unremembering whatever i wrote until now jksfsjfjshjn jksdnfjks
jkljs nsnj jslaj 4ejoi ljsaj jwajlj what am i writing
writing is some symbols thrown together to form some meaning kinda thing and jthe =jsgkjwaje
jsjdklfr ewjlj 98095r83528939
why did i write numbers at the end; hey this is really sexy method of thinking aloud as they say ksjdfkldsjf iam enjoying it ddjsfkjsdituje3l;0o3wr
so waht now hey taht was a spellling miskte so waht whya am i caering avout it hey hthere are oto mahy maistake s in my thing ok i shout d do someting avbout it my tyoping shouled be fast and free of tyopo eerers or ok fkjdsjfkjskjdfkjsjfkjskfjkljsfrjewojewoiuroiwurqwroiuwfj klnvsmcnfui4hfrhjfjklsuri3uqroijalfjejeurj
yoo mannnndfjjdsfjie
ye kya hua pehle na aisa hota tha main hoon kahan ye jannon na koi mujhe itna batade taknfkds
ki i dunno what comes after dso flds
deewana main hoon deewana tera deewana main hoon deewana tera mausam hai mastana uspe dil deewana deewana tera tujhe hi pookare ye marzi teri too aaye na aaye
deewana dhooondti hooon jalakar jo chup gaya hai wo parwana dhooonti hoon tu ru ru ru
ok lets go and do some sita job ok
da
no this comp may be has no java thing installed so what shall i do ok continue this faaltoo thing
the end for this thing ok
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Ok long time and no writing, so i am writing just to finsh this gap.
Ok now I will try to start a story that I can end now itself, that is in just one go.
Ok what should I think of now?
Ok let's start with ..... hmmm......., ok I'll return in a moment, I am forwarding mails.
Ok then let's go.
"What's this going on." asked the child from his father.
We are going to Jini's birthday party.
"Who's she?"
"She is the daughter of one of my best friends. And no more questions please. Ok"
"Ok."
"When will we reaturn?"
"You will get to know as soon as we get there, ok. Now don't ask anymore of your questions."
"Ok" and he goes to her mother's room where she's packing her bags.
"Hey Moni why don't you go play with your father, let me do my work, you see I have lots of work to do."
(Moni is an eight year old child.)
"That's where I have come from."
"Neways............................." and he leaves the room and sits in his garden.
The weather starts becoming nice slowly (not very slowly, it's nice in about 15 mins. ok) and sometime later it starts the sky turn dark and it is about to rain when the boy says to god :
"Why are you crying"
"I am not crying, see my mom and dad send me out 'coz they have word and I didn't like that 'coz I don't have anything to do and I know that , infact i feel that it will take atlest a week in Morocco and I becoz of that I'll miss my friends very much but I know that it's not the fault of my Mom and Dad. They are packing and don't want to be disturbed, so they send me out. And anyways they can't say no to going to their best friend's daughter's birthday for me, infact they wouldn't want to, atleat I wouldn't if I were in their place. It's not that they don't have any problem with me being unhappy, but these kinda things need to be done to do the right thing, someone getting bored is not a corcern so big as to cancel the trip."
"So why are you crying, God, why are you crying."
The dark sky was just roaring, pouring lotsa drops and taking flashes, just like a camers, sometimes.
He saw a dog lying on the road and making low-bolume noises as if it were in pain.
He knew that it was the cold due to the rain that the dog was so.
He was afraid of dogs but he wanted to help him, God was crying because of him, and even if He wasn't crying for that, stil he wanted to help him.
He didn't know what to do.
Getting a blanket from home would get him a scolding and wouldn't be able to help him.
He needs to get under some nice place where the rain is not falling.
He thought of an idea.
He brought some bread from inside and put som pieces in front of the dog.
The dog, shivering in the cold decided not to eat them.
He then got a small blanket from the house and put it on the dog.
The dog afer some time got up and ate the bread pieces but he followed the boy who was now directing the dog with the help of his bread crums to a place in the garden that had some wood above, which was part of the house, preventing rain to fall on the ground below. The dog got there and slept under his blankets comfortably.
There was a big roar in the sky and a big flash taken by the sky.
Was God angry or what but the boy didn't care now, it was the dog he cared about now.
"Moni come inside, have your lunch."
He went inside and had fresh duck for lunch, it was really tasty. Then he thought that the dog would also need something nice to eat and anyways the bread bits were not a tummy-filling meal or anything of that sort.
He phoned his friend Sophie and asked what was there for lunch. They had some mutton. He went to their house and got 2-3 bony pieces from there. The dog was still sleeping, what should he do, wake the dog up or wait for him to wake up. The pieces would ge bad. Should he keep them in refrigerator or something, it won't work, they would get cold. What should he do. If he just keeps them they would not remain as hot and would lose their delicious taste and would not be so good. He decided to wake the dog up. Trying so he got bit. The dog ran away taking away one or two of the pieces and the parents came out hearing Moni's screams. He was taken to the hospital and was cured. One week of the un-underwent journey passed while he was in the hospital. He was happy as he didn't have to go to Morocco. Though he was also not with his friends, he was still happy, it was as if he had won. What he wanted had happened. In two or three days he was outa the hospital and the parents were again packing for Morocco.
"But Jina's birthday must be over, what's the use of going now?"
"Who's Iina" the mother asked.
"I must have cooked a story to keep him fine, Honey." said the father.
"Cooked a story, that's not fair."
Holding Moni's hands, said the father : "Ok Moni listen now, this is what it actually is. I have got a transfer and we have to go to Morrocco. My income has got low and I am very unhappy because of that and so is your mother. We are not in very good mood but it's ok. We are not that upset either but anyways we have to go for Morrocco and so let us pack and you can go out and play with your friends. You still have time to spend time with your friends. It's about 5 and we will leave at about in night at about 11. So have a nice time ok."
"Ok" and he flies away to Sophie's place.
"I am going out with my parents. First we will shop and then have dinner in some nice restaurant and then roam around more and then come back. So please come 2moro"
"But we are going today and I might not be able to see you and others after that."
"Sorry Moni I can't do anything. My parents decide the thing ok. And anyways it's Saturday night and most of our friends parents will be out with their moms and dads, so anyways. C u if luck permits, bye."
He goes back to his house thinking that it's no use to go to other friends house either as Sophie had said that... . And even if they might not have a pakka programme for the night, it's not right to go and disturb them and destroy a probable programme of their weekend with their parents.
He came back home. They went out at 11 and were in Morocco the next day.
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Remaining story in next article which I will write either after some time or tommorow.
Ok, bye.
Ok now I will try to start a story that I can end now itself, that is in just one go.
Ok what should I think of now?
Ok let's start with ..... hmmm......., ok I'll return in a moment, I am forwarding mails.
Ok then let's go.
"What's this going on." asked the child from his father.
We are going to Jini's birthday party.
"Who's she?"
"She is the daughter of one of my best friends. And no more questions please. Ok"
"Ok."
"When will we reaturn?"
"You will get to know as soon as we get there, ok. Now don't ask anymore of your questions."
"Ok" and he goes to her mother's room where she's packing her bags.
"Hey Moni why don't you go play with your father, let me do my work, you see I have lots of work to do."
(Moni is an eight year old child.)
"That's where I have come from."
"Neways............................." and he leaves the room and sits in his garden.
The weather starts becoming nice slowly (not very slowly, it's nice in about 15 mins. ok) and sometime later it starts the sky turn dark and it is about to rain when the boy says to god :
"Why are you crying"
"I am not crying, see my mom and dad send me out 'coz they have word and I didn't like that 'coz I don't have anything to do and I know that , infact i feel that it will take atlest a week in Morocco and I becoz of that I'll miss my friends very much but I know that it's not the fault of my Mom and Dad. They are packing and don't want to be disturbed, so they send me out. And anyways they can't say no to going to their best friend's daughter's birthday for me, infact they wouldn't want to, atleat I wouldn't if I were in their place. It's not that they don't have any problem with me being unhappy, but these kinda things need to be done to do the right thing, someone getting bored is not a corcern so big as to cancel the trip."
"So why are you crying, God, why are you crying."
The dark sky was just roaring, pouring lotsa drops and taking flashes, just like a camers, sometimes.
He saw a dog lying on the road and making low-bolume noises as if it were in pain.
He knew that it was the cold due to the rain that the dog was so.
He was afraid of dogs but he wanted to help him, God was crying because of him, and even if He wasn't crying for that, stil he wanted to help him.
He didn't know what to do.
Getting a blanket from home would get him a scolding and wouldn't be able to help him.
He needs to get under some nice place where the rain is not falling.
He thought of an idea.
He brought some bread from inside and put som pieces in front of the dog.
The dog, shivering in the cold decided not to eat them.
He then got a small blanket from the house and put it on the dog.
The dog afer some time got up and ate the bread pieces but he followed the boy who was now directing the dog with the help of his bread crums to a place in the garden that had some wood above, which was part of the house, preventing rain to fall on the ground below. The dog got there and slept under his blankets comfortably.
There was a big roar in the sky and a big flash taken by the sky.
Was God angry or what but the boy didn't care now, it was the dog he cared about now.
"Moni come inside, have your lunch."
He went inside and had fresh duck for lunch, it was really tasty. Then he thought that the dog would also need something nice to eat and anyways the bread bits were not a tummy-filling meal or anything of that sort.
He phoned his friend Sophie and asked what was there for lunch. They had some mutton. He went to their house and got 2-3 bony pieces from there. The dog was still sleeping, what should he do, wake the dog up or wait for him to wake up. The pieces would ge bad. Should he keep them in refrigerator or something, it won't work, they would get cold. What should he do. If he just keeps them they would not remain as hot and would lose their delicious taste and would not be so good. He decided to wake the dog up. Trying so he got bit. The dog ran away taking away one or two of the pieces and the parents came out hearing Moni's screams. He was taken to the hospital and was cured. One week of the un-underwent journey passed while he was in the hospital. He was happy as he didn't have to go to Morocco. Though he was also not with his friends, he was still happy, it was as if he had won. What he wanted had happened. In two or three days he was outa the hospital and the parents were again packing for Morocco.
"But Jina's birthday must be over, what's the use of going now?"
"Who's Iina" the mother asked.
"I must have cooked a story to keep him fine, Honey." said the father.
"Cooked a story, that's not fair."
Holding Moni's hands, said the father : "Ok Moni listen now, this is what it actually is. I have got a transfer and we have to go to Morrocco. My income has got low and I am very unhappy because of that and so is your mother. We are not in very good mood but it's ok. We are not that upset either but anyways we have to go for Morrocco and so let us pack and you can go out and play with your friends. You still have time to spend time with your friends. It's about 5 and we will leave at about in night at about 11. So have a nice time ok."
"Ok" and he flies away to Sophie's place.
"I am going out with my parents. First we will shop and then have dinner in some nice restaurant and then roam around more and then come back. So please come 2moro"
"But we are going today and I might not be able to see you and others after that."
"Sorry Moni I can't do anything. My parents decide the thing ok. And anyways it's Saturday night and most of our friends parents will be out with their moms and dads, so anyways. C u if luck permits, bye."
He goes back to his house thinking that it's no use to go to other friends house either as Sophie had said that... . And even if they might not have a pakka programme for the night, it's not right to go and disturb them and destroy a probable programme of their weekend with their parents.
He came back home. They went out at 11 and were in Morocco the next day.
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Remaining story in next article which I will write either after some time or tommorow.
Ok, bye.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Lun Si looked at the sky wondering what the thunder meant, it wasn't teh same with Rocky umm... he had gone to the shikaar hadn't he? Umm... ok let's see where this scene fits.
He lookesd at eth sky feeling that this is a changing more(hindi word this) in his life. He was not ging to be the same anymore.
He thought what to do- to continue hunting or not - hunting was his lifetime- how could he liive without the food- and what creative/new should he do that is going to make him happy and blieve him taht hi is changed. He concluded taht could not stop hunting coz without that he could not live. So he continued hunting and kinda dumped the-change thing. After a quiet while he caught a wild animal in his jaal and was ghasiting this wild animal to the place he lived or mayve some other place he could comfortably kiill, burn, bake and eat this animal. While he was lifting the load on his shoulders to carry this beast to a place, The beast said "What will you do?". The voice wasn't frightened or corios, it asked him of something, maybe an informitive question that is more of telling him through asking him.
Stunned hearing the animal speaking, he down-loaded it and turned back and asked him what was meant- how could he spead - and all that. The animal said "Calm down first . "
Calmiing down in some time, Rocy asked him what did he meant and how could he speak ?" The beast again said, now in a much-much-softer tone f:
Calm down more" He calmed down more and asked him : "What's the matter?" He said had hyu really been calm you wo;uldn't ask a question, ..... infact you wouldn't ask any question, ok."
He, astonished, asked the beast if he wanted to give him a lecture or something "you can bery well assume that ok. That doesn't make a difference to me coz i am going to say what I am going to say aand I know that hyou are not goin to do anything in that while except listenig to me carefuly and atttively and even interestingly. So hold your ears coz here's coming something that's gong to convert yur life. The large palace of KIng Maharaha Super Ali Khan was filled with all shpaes ansd sizes of things made of tgold. He once predicted that you area going to fall in love with a lady named Lun Si who is from the fuure. He told this to a lion. The lion was gifgted with a speaking ability. Yu can assume him speaking just as I a mspeaking to you now. He ( the lion ) just said what a joke and went away. Long after that the lion was killed by the Beast Liom and was reborn a s you." Rocky seemed a little more interested in his story but hasd a lot of disbelief abo;ut his story.
LUn Si, after looking at teh sky turned her head down and continued flying her wings enjoy8ing the weather. She went to a lady named Roomani.Infact she went to palaci restaurant ( we it was just named Restaurant but was kinda little dhaba) for the first time and didn;t know the lady Rookmani; I just mentioned her coz these two are going to talk to each other perhapps. She ordered a tea, this time the Rookmani came to serve instead of the usual nookar child that usually went to serve teh tea. Why/,, I don't know. She commented on Lun Si that she was a beautiful woman and Lun Si smiled at this just. Interested Pookmani sat down with her and asked him question:"who are you, What are you doing here , What is your academic status- are you wrking or a student or a ho;usewife orwhat? " and loads and loads of other . After taking the sip of tea, Lun Si looked at her but answered none of the questions. "Uou seem uniterested and I think I am not going to bore yyou now, ok; Enjoy your tea." And she went away. "Actually I want someoneto accompany me and i think .. .......... ....... ............ you would be fine . .. ... hmmm... ."
Rookmani wiht a slight big smile on her gace came there and sat with her. She said: "Now tell me about you something." Li said that she was a Chinese sent to India by her parents to sudy and that her name is Lun Si and before proceeding further she asked Roookmani her name, Rookmani said: "Rookmani" witha little sharam on her face. Si he nsaid that she was plannig on becoming a great kung-fu master, so great that even the pages of history couldn;t take the load of them and no myth or legend could even be generated from them as she would not be remembered. Rookmani then told her a story.....
The Lion;s name was Darda and he died in a herioc battle to dave a human boy from injury by the great Xunanions ( as the simple sipahis of the king were called then Ther was a rumour that ther e has been an Aakashwani about the death of KIng by taht child. So hje had ordered his Xunanis ot kill the guy.., The lion Darda succeded in saving the life of the boy (infact he got to a secret secure place and later in his life killed the king. The plan of the king's killing was really wonderful. Well I am ..fgsgjkhjhgsjkl
"My grandmother Surya was a very full of wisdom lady and she once said to me that: "You have only one life, that is what you believe, and still you don't live your life according wish. Man is such an animal that thinks he is the master of the world but the truth is that no one is, the world can be without a master, can't it be? You only do what you logically decide or what you decide or just without reason, but are the factors controlling your life your own, is your own thinking your own? do you really decide or is it just that it was just going to happen as a consequence? can you change something that is going to happen, i.e. given something that's going to happen or is happening, is it possible that you can REally have a choice of two or more options, can you have two or more options in an event that has already happened in your life?, provided that all the circumstances remain the same and that you have the same understanding that you had then, would you be able to stop an accident or a bad-event (provided you have the same brain-functioning,- note that) Think about that think and if you really think that you can change something then try this exercise, when you are the most angry and you are really angry, sing your favorite song, if you don't have a favorite one then any one that you like will do, if you can't sing aloud then sing it in your mind but this option is not allowed if you can sing with your mouth (doesn't mean physically can but analysing all thiss and thats of the time and circumstances), completely melting any and all the anger in your heart and mind and feel happy once again."
Rookmani said : "
He lookesd at eth sky feeling that this is a changing more(hindi word this) in his life. He was not ging to be the same anymore.
He thought what to do- to continue hunting or not - hunting was his lifetime- how could he liive without the food- and what creative/new should he do that is going to make him happy and blieve him taht hi is changed. He concluded taht could not stop hunting coz without that he could not live. So he continued hunting and kinda dumped the-change thing. After a quiet while he caught a wild animal in his jaal and was ghasiting this wild animal to the place he lived or mayve some other place he could comfortably kiill, burn, bake and eat this animal. While he was lifting the load on his shoulders to carry this beast to a place, The beast said "What will you do?". The voice wasn't frightened or corios, it asked him of something, maybe an informitive question that is more of telling him through asking him.
Stunned hearing the animal speaking, he down-loaded it and turned back and asked him what was meant- how could he spead - and all that. The animal said "Calm down first . "
Calmiing down in some time, Rocy asked him what did he meant and how could he speak ?" The beast again said, now in a much-much-softer tone f:
Calm down more" He calmed down more and asked him : "What's the matter?" He said had hyu really been calm you wo;uldn't ask a question, ..... infact you wouldn't ask any question, ok."
He, astonished, asked the beast if he wanted to give him a lecture or something "you can bery well assume that ok. That doesn't make a difference to me coz i am going to say what I am going to say aand I know that hyou are not goin to do anything in that while except listenig to me carefuly and atttively and even interestingly. So hold your ears coz here's coming something that's gong to convert yur life. The large palace of KIng Maharaha Super Ali Khan was filled with all shpaes ansd sizes of things made of tgold. He once predicted that you area going to fall in love with a lady named Lun Si who is from the fuure. He told this to a lion. The lion was gifgted with a speaking ability. Yu can assume him speaking just as I a mspeaking to you now. He ( the lion ) just said what a joke and went away. Long after that the lion was killed by the Beast Liom and was reborn a s you." Rocky seemed a little more interested in his story but hasd a lot of disbelief abo;ut his story.
LUn Si, after looking at teh sky turned her head down and continued flying her wings enjoy8ing the weather. She went to a lady named Roomani.Infact she went to palaci restaurant ( we it was just named Restaurant but was kinda little dhaba) for the first time and didn;t know the lady Rookmani; I just mentioned her coz these two are going to talk to each other perhapps. She ordered a tea, this time the Rookmani came to serve instead of the usual nookar child that usually went to serve teh tea. Why/,, I don't know. She commented on Lun Si that she was a beautiful woman and Lun Si smiled at this just. Interested Pookmani sat down with her and asked him question:"who are you, What are you doing here , What is your academic status- are you wrking or a student or a ho;usewife orwhat? " and loads and loads of other . After taking the sip of tea, Lun Si looked at her but answered none of the questions. "Uou seem uniterested and I think I am not going to bore yyou now, ok; Enjoy your tea." And she went away. "Actually I want someoneto accompany me and i think .. .......... ....... ............ you would be fine . .. ... hmmm... ."
Rookmani wiht a slight big smile on her gace came there and sat with her. She said: "Now tell me about you something." Li said that she was a Chinese sent to India by her parents to sudy and that her name is Lun Si and before proceeding further she asked Roookmani her name, Rookmani said: "Rookmani" witha little sharam on her face. Si he nsaid that she was plannig on becoming a great kung-fu master, so great that even the pages of history couldn;t take the load of them and no myth or legend could even be generated from them as she would not be remembered. Rookmani then told her a story.....
The Lion;s name was Darda and he died in a herioc battle to dave a human boy from injury by the great Xunanions ( as the simple sipahis of the king were called then Ther was a rumour that ther e has been an Aakashwani about the death of KIng by taht child. So hje had ordered his Xunanis ot kill the guy.., The lion Darda succeded in saving the life of the boy (infact he got to a secret secure place and later in his life killed the king. The plan of the king's killing was really wonderful. Well I am ..fgsgjkhjhgsjkl
"My grandmother Surya was a very full of wisdom lady and she once said to me that: "You have only one life, that is what you believe, and still you don't live your life according wish. Man is such an animal that thinks he is the master of the world but the truth is that no one is, the world can be without a master, can't it be? You only do what you logically decide or what you decide or just without reason, but are the factors controlling your life your own, is your own thinking your own? do you really decide or is it just that it was just going to happen as a consequence? can you change something that is going to happen, i.e. given something that's going to happen or is happening, is it possible that you can REally have a choice of two or more options, can you have two or more options in an event that has already happened in your life?, provided that all the circumstances remain the same and that you have the same understanding that you had then, would you be able to stop an accident or a bad-event (provided you have the same brain-functioning,- note that) Think about that think and if you really think that you can change something then try this exercise, when you are the most angry and you are really angry, sing your favorite song, if you don't have a favorite one then any one that you like will do, if you can't sing aloud then sing it in your mind but this option is not allowed if you can sing with your mouth (doesn't mean physically can but analysing all thiss and thats of the time and circumstances), completely melting any and all the anger in your heart and mind and feel happy once again."
Rookmani said : "
This I am writing coz maybe i have nothing else to do and a download is going on o nthis computer.
any ways i will kind of write a story and write whatever that cones to my mind. And one more experiment that i will blind tyoe this whole article (not even seeing the cbackspace) and try no;t to edit it by seeing, though i have done it a few times already while writing this article Any spelling mistake is thus welcome to me and even worse kinda mistakes.
ok then let's start the story:
there was a manlived rocky in his small jhompri type house thing with only enuf cove to, Ummm... how t odescribe it completely .. ummm... i am leaving that. Use your own imaginaton and so that you likle it anyway.
It was a summy morning,not so sunny, there were some clouds in the sky and it was kinda avout-to-rain mausam ther with the talll-tall trees covering the whole place> There was enough space between the trees to provide availibility of sunlight. It was a nice climate, the one in whick you could disappear one have yourselg lost in it.
Well, the not corecting my blind-typed script is because i donot wanna do this seeminglly hectic job
neways let's continiue the storu.
but the man did not lose himself, infact his mind was involves in some thinking, not something special or anything and even if it's something special that was apppearing so to hin, then even it doesn't matters, does it? What matters, what exactly ................. bla vla bla and then he, having made his food (some omlette it was perhaps, ok), he came outa his kutiya (its not the female dog, i's the jhompri I am reffering to. He noticd the nice weather and waanted to get lost in it but was eating the omlette. He decided not to take the omlette back to the jhompri and enjoy the rain.
But it was really tempting, it felt to him as if this was the enjoy of life and if he is going to miss it mow, he better die but he did not move to put the utensil inside. Now it came to his mind taht if h is going to not do this, he will not be able to live. Respecting the food but logicallly saying to his mind that it is not more tthan his life he drowned the omlette in ruunig small water-streams cause of the rain.
And he left his emotions for the food go away and started enjoying the rain-drops falling on himm.
it was heaven-like, more and ta really too enchanting event.
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It was a really wonderfull experience and he couldn't regret it.
He had to now go to his duty which he di to having himself feeded and alive.
This lady/girl character int hte sto;ry is Lun Si (well I am imagining a Ja[anese/Chinese kinda serial/tehme). Lun Si was a student of Dehli University but was failing for four years for having a very low attandence. This beautiful day when she was leaving the campus having his attendence marked the sky was clear, the mausam was raight, suhana I would say. She was enjoying her wings in the still (a-bit)kinda air that was blowing and got completelu lost in that. ............................................................................................................................... ( I am not taking this long now, ok).
Now the scene is that a good volume and goood visual size thunder struch at teh same time at both teh places, i.e. at Rocky's place and Lun Si's place.
any ways i will kind of write a story and write whatever that cones to my mind. And one more experiment that i will blind tyoe this whole article (not even seeing the cbackspace) and try no;t to edit it by seeing, though i have done it a few times already while writing this article Any spelling mistake is thus welcome to me and even worse kinda mistakes.
ok then let's start the story:
there was a manlived rocky in his small jhompri type house thing with only enuf cove to, Ummm... how t odescribe it completely .. ummm... i am leaving that. Use your own imaginaton and so that you likle it anyway.
It was a summy morning,not so sunny, there were some clouds in the sky and it was kinda avout-to-rain mausam ther with the talll-tall trees covering the whole place> There was enough space between the trees to provide availibility of sunlight. It was a nice climate, the one in whick you could disappear one have yourselg lost in it.
Well, the not corecting my blind-typed script is because i donot wanna do this seeminglly hectic job
neways let's continiue the storu.
but the man did not lose himself, infact his mind was involves in some thinking, not something special or anything and even if it's something special that was apppearing so to hin, then even it doesn't matters, does it? What matters, what exactly ................. bla vla bla and then he, having made his food (some omlette it was perhaps, ok), he came outa his kutiya (its not the female dog, i's the jhompri I am reffering to. He noticd the nice weather and waanted to get lost in it but was eating the omlette. He decided not to take the omlette back to the jhompri and enjoy the rain.
But it was really tempting, it felt to him as if this was the enjoy of life and if he is going to miss it mow, he better die but he did not move to put the utensil inside. Now it came to his mind taht if h is going to not do this, he will not be able to live. Respecting the food but logicallly saying to his mind that it is not more tthan his life he drowned the omlette in ruunig small water-streams cause of the rain.
And he left his emotions for the food go away and started enjoying the rain-drops falling on himm.
it was heaven-like, more and ta really too enchanting event.
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It was a really wonderfull experience and he couldn't regret it.
He had to now go to his duty which he di to having himself feeded and alive.
This lady/girl character int hte sto;ry is Lun Si (well I am imagining a Ja[anese/Chinese kinda serial/tehme). Lun Si was a student of Dehli University but was failing for four years for having a very low attandence. This beautiful day when she was leaving the campus having his attendence marked the sky was clear, the mausam was raight, suhana I would say. She was enjoying her wings in the still (a-bit)kinda air that was blowing and got completelu lost in that. ............................................................................................................................... ( I am not taking this long now, ok).
Now the scene is that a good volume and goood visual size thunder struch at teh same time at both teh places, i.e. at Rocky's place and Lun Si's place.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
The Rebirth (contd..)
Scene 1: (contd..)
After some months the hatred had settled down. Many people's jealousy had turned in the positive direction; they envied her, wanted to be as good as she was. 2 or 3 had even apologized to her for their misbehavior even after knowing the threat that the in-society people of the place might throw them out of the crowd. Some, who didn't dare to mess up their social relationships, even tried to talk to her in secret just coz she was beautifull. The beauty of this young lady had taken the eyes of a 1-year elder member who wanted to talk to her but controlled himself and continued his life, partying, enjoying and practising martial arts, especially with his favourite sword, Roshino, given to him by his grandfather's martial arts master, the famous, Zoniiff. With affection, he called his sword Ronika.
Scene 1: (contd..)
After some months the hatred had settled down. Many people's jealousy had turned in the positive direction; they envied her, wanted to be as good as she was. 2 or 3 had even apologized to her for their misbehavior even after knowing the threat that the in-society people of the place might throw them out of the crowd. Some, who didn't dare to mess up their social relationships, even tried to talk to her in secret just coz she was beautifull. The beauty of this young lady had taken the eyes of a 1-year elder member who wanted to talk to her but controlled himself and continued his life, partying, enjoying and practising martial arts, especially with his favourite sword, Roshino, given to him by his grandfather's martial arts master, the famous, Zoniiff. With affection, he called his sword Ronika.
Whenever he came to Master Kmai's place (the trainer of the newly admitted students), the beauty of Xo always catched (well this should be caught, not catched, this mistake being brought to my notice by this editor only, sorry for the spelling/grammar mistake and for not removing it, I just wanna keep it for myself) her eyes, without her permission and occupied all of his mind, shutting down all other processes, as if a virus comes to attack handicapping the whole system.
Xo had taken notice of him, infact quite often. He was really handsome and very popular for his swordsmanship. He was also very known for his habit of having the same food (breakfast) in the morning, the xogo, a diet suggested by the book loigoy, which was not only considered healthy but also the provider of many powers that were beyond the apparent-natural strength one could possibly have. She had also tried to investigate her name, but in vain. She could ask the teachers this kind of thing, and the students didn't respond to her, infact most them didn't themselves know.
This lovely morning, when Master Logo, who had come to visit the place from his isolated life in some jungles, was sitting near the small stone-fenced type thing, seeing the fog covering the mountain beyond the stones, Ching asked her the name of the fighter who was practicing on the roof. He was the same guy whose eyes never forgot to catch a glimpse of her. Smiling, the master said "His formal name is Konish, but his friends call him Konirh, the teachers and other fighters prefer to call him Konish only, though you can call him Lovakhi." Lovakhi was the word that many mothers used to call their children when they were very happy, an extreme atmosphere of happiness and love for their child spontaneously substituted the reference for their kids with the word Lovakhi, a word called with love. Calling this young man with this name was a bit strange, well, maybe a lot. She had noticed in the smile of the master that he understood that she had a liking for him. She wondered if the name and this fact had some relation. "Konish said", the master continued, "he would give the right to call him Lovakhi to only his life-partner", so that no master who in this great student puts all his knowledge and efforts should not call him Lovakhi. Xo blushed little, wondering why the master was making or assuming it kinda certain that they would fall in love and live their lives together, and turned to this raging gentleman. He was more fierce than anything or anyone she had ever known, more rage in him than fire. She jumped from there directly to the roof, impressed and taken suddenly by the jump, he turned to see the beautifull face. He was afraid, it was written on his face. "What's your name?" were the words that came out of the beautifull face. He couldn't respond, the activity of his mouth, just like any other thing was rendered ineffective, by his mind which was unable to process the huge input of beauty rushing through the nerves. "Can I call you Konirh, Lovakhi?" (reffering to him as Lovakhi while asking if she could call him Konirh) she said coz she felt a strong liking in her about him, and to disturb him. He was seriously taken aback by this. His mouth kinda started retaining its functionality but said, maybe not controlled by his mind,but the virus, "I love you, a ... a... ". This time she was taken aback.
They kept staring each other for a long time, Konish had failed to speak an apology and had given up the tries and Xo ching had given up on trying to enquire about such a statement.
They kept seeing each other for a long time, without any motion, they could hear the wind blowing, it was going to rain. They got lost in each other's eyes and without telling to their minds, their lips locked into each others and they were kissing. They didn't want to do it, they shouldn't do it, but wanted to kiss more strongly. While they were having this unforgettable kiss, it started raining, the environment wanted to add to this event, that's why it was changing so nicely and drastically. In the divine atmosphere that had been eventually created, about one or two minutes, after the rain had started, a golden leaf fell on the noses of this at-that-moment divine couple. In a matter of seconds they terminated their kiss and again started to look in each other's eyes, through the air that let water drops make their way through them. These water drops made the beauty of Ching more than ten-folds. Just after that did the divine atmosphere finish and Xo Ching said to Konirh that she wanted to marry him. She wondered what she had said and why she had said it. It wasn't anything she had intended to say or ever wanted to say or could ever possibly say, but she had said it, it was done. After a second she said "Sorry, I wasn't in my control when I said it and I hope neither were you when you said .... ..... ...... you love me. Konish : "Uh... Uhh..... Uhh....", trying to control himself, gaining back powers over his own body, " ... ya, ofcourse, I was absolutely out of my mind when I said that. Uhhh...... can i know your name please?" "Ya, ofcourse, its Ching, Xo Ching; and can i call you Lovakhi, ..........................................
And he went away.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
This time i am going to write a story.
I don't know what to start with and not even what kind of a story to write.
Let's say, a mixed story would do.
I can write whatever comes to my mind that way.
Ok let's now have the title of the story.
Hmmmmmmmm.............
The Rebirth
( before starting i want to say that i don't like this blogger compressing multiple spaces to one or none, i haven't published a poem a wrote about a week ago in my chemistry class coz i wanted to publish it after i get to know how to have multiple spaces in your blog
i don't think that this no multi-space format is nice for my story either, but i will start anyway )
Scene 1:
(hey i want that scene 1 to be underlined, this isn't very nice.)
There was a village in a mountanious area in china and near India, well in Nepal. yes that location would be fine, so not India, not China, but in Nepal, and (the area) was influenced with Chinese martial arts culture and let's say was a Chinese area.
Anyway, the place's name was Zuguto (this isa all fictional, any references to any place/person dead or alive or in a superposition* of dead and alive states is purely coincidental)
(* just a bad pj using quantum mechanics)
Anyway let's continue our journey through Zugoto, ( i am hating seeing this small spacing in between words in this whole text). Meet Xo Ching, she is an advanced Kung Fu student. She is a scholarship student from BITS (Best institute in training students) located in Pilani, Rajasthan, India. (Hey i am talking about -6+5i years ago in the future, so don't take this BITS name too literally, its some martial arts institute that existed at the same location at that time. Though it is ofcourse logical to link the origin of the name of present-day BITS to my fictional creation. )
The institute gives a 3.1416 years course to every beginner martial artist who has completed the beginning, that is the basics of the course, actually that includes everything you need to be a professtional but still you need a degree to purse advanced martial arts. Well, Ching didn't waste her time while in the institute, she sharpened up her skills that she had and tried to learn new things, though succeded to learn only after 2.34578 years as it took a real lot of determination to do some real thing in that take-life-sac* institute. (*sac=easy)
She was not treated properly the first few months by other students of her higher advances studies institute "Recco". That was coz she had not done the course from a Chinese institute (her parents weren't very rich and this place in India was comparatively very cheap, so the Trisquad officers, senior officers of Xo's dad, transferred him to that place as it would be easy for them to take the money load. The laws requred the Trusuad to pay all the academic expenses of the children of the those employed there. Many other students were also sent there but she was one of the rare ones to have come to a superb place like Recco as most of those who joined BITS were rendered lazy by the atmosphere there, and were less of a martial artist after leaving he institute than they were when they entered.) Her not getting lazy there and being a very skillfull martial artist was a source of jealousy to other students of Recca, the new ones, as most of the old students kept in their own, praticing hard on their fighting techniques and living their separate private lifes, Recco was really famous for such passionate student who were so devoted to train their mind, body and soul.
After some months the hatred had settled down.....(2 b contd)
I don't know what to start with and not even what kind of a story to write.
Let's say, a mixed story would do.
I can write whatever comes to my mind that way.
Ok let's now have the title of the story.
Hmmmmmmmm.............
The Rebirth
( before starting i want to say that i don't like this blogger compressing multiple spaces to one or none, i haven't published a poem a wrote about a week ago in my chemistry class coz i wanted to publish it after i get to know how to have multiple spaces in your blog
i don't think that this no multi-space format is nice for my story either, but i will start anyway )
Scene 1:
(hey i want that scene 1 to be underlined, this isn't very nice.)
There was a village in a mountanious area in china and near India, well in Nepal. yes that location would be fine, so not India, not China, but in Nepal, and (the area) was influenced with Chinese martial arts culture and let's say was a Chinese area.
Anyway, the place's name was Zuguto (this isa all fictional, any references to any place/person dead or alive or in a superposition* of dead and alive states is purely coincidental)
(* just a bad pj using quantum mechanics)
Anyway let's continue our journey through Zugoto, ( i am hating seeing this small spacing in between words in this whole text). Meet Xo Ching, she is an advanced Kung Fu student. She is a scholarship student from BITS (Best institute in training students) located in Pilani, Rajasthan, India. (Hey i am talking about -6+5i years ago in the future, so don't take this BITS name too literally, its some martial arts institute that existed at the same location at that time. Though it is ofcourse logical to link the origin of the name of present-day BITS to my fictional creation. )
The institute gives a 3.1416 years course to every beginner martial artist who has completed the beginning, that is the basics of the course, actually that includes everything you need to be a professtional but still you need a degree to purse advanced martial arts. Well, Ching didn't waste her time while in the institute, she sharpened up her skills that she had and tried to learn new things, though succeded to learn only after 2.34578 years as it took a real lot of determination to do some real thing in that take-life-sac* institute. (*sac=easy)
She was not treated properly the first few months by other students of her higher advances studies institute "Recco". That was coz she had not done the course from a Chinese institute (her parents weren't very rich and this place in India was comparatively very cheap, so the Trisquad officers, senior officers of Xo's dad, transferred him to that place as it would be easy for them to take the money load. The laws requred the Trusuad to pay all the academic expenses of the children of the those employed there. Many other students were also sent there but she was one of the rare ones to have come to a superb place like Recco as most of those who joined BITS were rendered lazy by the atmosphere there, and were less of a martial artist after leaving he institute than they were when they entered.) Her not getting lazy there and being a very skillfull martial artist was a source of jealousy to other students of Recca, the new ones, as most of the old students kept in their own, praticing hard on their fighting techniques and living their separate private lifes, Recco was really famous for such passionate student who were so devoted to train their mind, body and soul.
After some months the hatred had settled down.....(2 b contd)
doing nothing
just sitting at a comp and wasting my time
but anyway
let me write something just for the sake of writing
lets get opinions????
let me think of a question that i can ask ............
bad idea, ia m dropping it ok
............. idea dropped
now let me do something interesting ..... hmmmmmmmmm....................................
lets see, ok then i will continue surfing the sites i was and maybe then write another post, ok
bye to anyone who is reading this, bye , tata , c u again
------------THE E ND----------------
just sitting at a comp and wasting my time
but anyway
let me write something just for the sake of writing
lets get opinions????
let me think of a question that i can ask ............
bad idea, ia m dropping it ok
............. idea dropped
now let me do something interesting ..... hmmmmmmmmm....................................
lets see, ok then i will continue surfing the sites i was and maybe then write another post, ok
bye to anyone who is reading this, bye , tata , c u again
------------THE E ND----------------
Friday, February 17, 2006
Maybe...
There was a boy.
playing with a toy.
It was all joy.
He was a happy boy.
There was a man
He had not a toy
There was no joy
Where was the happy boy?
There was this old man
On him, fell a fan
He was on his death-bed
And he realised all his life was a toy.
So why was there no joy?
'Coz he took it too seriously?
Why could he not stop,
and look at it for a while
and play with this toy
so there could be joy
but maybe life was not all for joy
U cannot always be the same boy
Maybe there can't be joy all the time
Maybe, and maybe .... and he died.
( to be continued for ever and ever, maybe.... )
-- Karan Bathla
There was a boy.
playing with a toy.
It was all joy.
He was a happy boy.
There was a man
He had not a toy
There was no joy
Where was the happy boy?
There was this old man
On him, fell a fan
He was on his death-bed
And he realised all his life was a toy.
So why was there no joy?
'Coz he took it too seriously?
Why could he not stop,
and look at it for a while
and play with this toy
so there could be joy
but maybe life was not all for joy
U cannot always be the same boy
Maybe there can't be joy all the time
Maybe, and maybe .... and he died.
( to be continued for ever and ever, maybe.... )
-- Karan Bathla
Friday, February 10, 2006
Just time-passing around at the IPC reading mails after a lot of days and thinking ( well may be ofcourse not ) about a question i saw in one of the mails.
The problem is as follows:
"
A highly superior being from another part of the galaxy presents you with two boxes, one open and one closed. In the open box there is a thousand-dollar bill. In the closed box there is either one million dollars or there is nothing. You are to choose between taking both boxes or taking the closed box only. But there's a catch.
The being claims that he is able to predict what any human being will decide to do. If he predicted you would take only the closed box, then he placed a million dollars in it. But if he predicted you would take both boxes, he left the closed box empty. Furthermore, he has run this experiment with 999 people before, and has been right every time.
What do you do?
"
I know that i am not thinking about this question but my mind tells me that i am n thats coz when i read the question i found it interesting.
The question is about chance i suppose and a related mathematical term is probability.
If the question wants us to calculate the probabilty of getting the million dollars ( or 1000 more ) then it is ofcourse a mathematical question but it seeems to me that we can have different pre-assumptions before calculating the probability.
Anyway if we solve and get an answer, should we go by that answer?
I mean to say that though the question "might" want us to go by the probability value, is that a correct thing to do?
The question going on in my mind is one i read on the net 2-3 days ago, it goes as follows:
u are in a tv show, something like khulja sim sim, and u r given a choice out of three doors and u r told that one of them holds the prize money and the other two are empty.
u choose a door, say A and then the anchor opens a door, say B, and shows u that its empty.
he now gives u a choice to switch to door C. Should u stick to A or switch to C?
The inituitive answer(mine) is that after opening B, A and C have 50-50 chance of having the prize but the site says the answer is 2/3 for prize money in C ( use Baye's Theorem ) so we should go by the side of C. But is it correct to trust the probability.
I mean its chance, its luck and its just doesn't matter what door u open as the prize can behind any door n u don't know.
So just take a risk(its not at all risk, its just choosing between two possible choices) and go with any door, isn't it?
The problem is as follows:
"
A highly superior being from another part of the galaxy presents you with two boxes, one open and one closed. In the open box there is a thousand-dollar bill. In the closed box there is either one million dollars or there is nothing. You are to choose between taking both boxes or taking the closed box only. But there's a catch.
The being claims that he is able to predict what any human being will decide to do. If he predicted you would take only the closed box, then he placed a million dollars in it. But if he predicted you would take both boxes, he left the closed box empty. Furthermore, he has run this experiment with 999 people before, and has been right every time.
What do you do?
"
I know that i am not thinking about this question but my mind tells me that i am n thats coz when i read the question i found it interesting.
The question is about chance i suppose and a related mathematical term is probability.
If the question wants us to calculate the probabilty of getting the million dollars ( or 1000 more ) then it is ofcourse a mathematical question but it seeems to me that we can have different pre-assumptions before calculating the probability.
Anyway if we solve and get an answer, should we go by that answer?
I mean to say that though the question "might" want us to go by the probability value, is that a correct thing to do?
The question going on in my mind is one i read on the net 2-3 days ago, it goes as follows:
u are in a tv show, something like khulja sim sim, and u r given a choice out of three doors and u r told that one of them holds the prize money and the other two are empty.
u choose a door, say A and then the anchor opens a door, say B, and shows u that its empty.
he now gives u a choice to switch to door C. Should u stick to A or switch to C?
The inituitive answer(mine) is that after opening B, A and C have 50-50 chance of having the prize but the site says the answer is 2/3 for prize money in C ( use Baye's Theorem ) so we should go by the side of C. But is it correct to trust the probability.
I mean its chance, its luck and its just doesn't matter what door u open as the prize can behind any door n u don't know.
So just take a risk(its not at all risk, its just choosing between two possible choices) and go with any door, isn't it?
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