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]

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 !!!

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 !!!

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.........

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

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

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.