Interesting Comments by Teachers

Student: Miss! I'm really sorry I completely forgot, can I please have another appointment I'll remember it this time?

Teacher: Unlike you, I have a schedule. All my balls are in the air at the same time!, if I don't juggle on time, my balls will fall!

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Student: Sir, over here near the trees, I will make another pavilion, this one for bird watching.

Teacher: Why? Is there a girls college here that people can sit "bird-watch"

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Student: Sir I don't have that drawing because I used it for this model

Teacher: That is the lamest excuse that I have ever heard in the HIStory of lame excuses!!

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Student: Sir, I don't want that people from the adjoining high rises watch the activity in my library

Teacher: Why? Who is bathing there?

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Students presenting

Teacher: Your presentation looks like you've forced a BMW sticker on an old Suzuki!

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Student: Sir, I have made a glass walkway, to provide a precarious feeling.

Teacher: oh yes! you will be precarious when people will look up, see ur skirt, and go WOW!!!!

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Student: Miss, the user will have to crawl through this underground glass tunnel.

Teacher: and look at that earthworm stuck on the other side? pchik!

Compromise

She was tired of being the compromise in this relationship. She had lost her most in it; time, love, sacrifice, prayers, childhood, innocence; all wasted. And now she was about to lose her left-over self esteem; she was about to lose her all. She was fed up of being stuck "in between"; even more fed up of being in that loop, that vicious vicious loop.

Trying to solve a problem
Ttrying to co-operate
Getting no co-operation
Failing at solving the problem
And then becoming the change that was needed to make the problem smaller.

Becoming the compromise. Becoming part of the solution, as well as the problem. Suffering being the no-man's land and every-mans paddy. Being the two and then enduring the pain of being told that she was the benefactor! "Really? How?" her mind screamed back, while her heart wrenched and bled. While her tongue spoke too fast for her, baffling her numb senses, shattering her already trying to mend itself heart, yet satisfying her infuriarated mind. The same mind she kept silencing when she decided to become the compromise each time, repeatedly. The same mind she used harsh logic with for all things pertaining to her heart. The very same mind that debated with in order to become the compromise. The very mind which eventually lost to her, and give up yet more of its peace; to be the compromise.

Choice - in retrospect

She always tried to choose between right and wrong. It ripped her apart, sometimes her heart and sometimes her beliefs; sometimes causing rift between both. Testing, retesting and then repeating the loop. She always made an effort to choose the right, regardless of how she'd have to sacrifice and what she might have to lose. She contented herself even if she did lose something in consequence, or perhaps be left with pain; a drop of which always lasts longer than a flood of happiness.

But then suddenly, life would make her path such, that all her right choices would become wrong, and she would shatter, all over again. Choose, all over again; choose to collect and put back together the pricking shards of her fate-beaten existance. Try to solve the puzzles she found, in the process, form some more new ones. Choose again, between right and wrong; and unwittingly wait for her rights to become wrong again, passively.