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 : "

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.

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.

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, .......................................... ....................... ......................., Konish." "Please don't call me that, Lovakhi is a reserved name, you can call me Konish though." He turned to go from there. She said "a...", he turned and looked at her; her face was saying that that (the "a...") was nothing. He turned again, and said; "You would better call me Konirh, okay, bye, see you some other time."
And he went away.

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)

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
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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

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?