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.........
Thursday, November 02, 2006
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.
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