Teacher commenting on "interaction" : every attraction is not meant for interaction!!
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Teacher 1 - commenting on circular atrium: Maybe your hole is too big?!
Girl student : :O
Teacher 2 : maybe your hole needs to get smaller as you go up...
Friday, November 12, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
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!
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.
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.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
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.
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.
Friday, August 6, 2010
The incomplete end
It was raining very hard. She was very happy for the rain.
It hit her petals hard, and the pain it caused soothed her pain in an odd way.
It hid her tears, her warm tears against the cold rain.
She cried for him; and for them.
She had feared this pain, but not in this form.
She had thought, believed, her star would not be affected.
Yet, it had finally happened; worse than she had expected.
She thought she'd break only her own heart. but she'd broken his too. What was worse, with her love.
He had dimmed, had lost the twinkle she loved.
The twinkle, she now knew; she had given him.
So she let the breeze sway her without complain.
Stealing her fragrance.
Hurting her, easing her tears.
Each tear made her love him more. Each hurt her more to have caused him to be hurt.
Hurt through loving her. Simple, pure undemanding love.
She cried till her heart became cold, lost all the warmth of his love in those tears.
Tears as cold as the rain.
It hit her petals hard, and the pain it caused soothed her pain in an odd way.
It hid her tears, her warm tears against the cold rain.
She cried for him; and for them.
She had feared this pain, but not in this form.
She had thought, believed, her star would not be affected.
Yet, it had finally happened; worse than she had expected.
She thought she'd break only her own heart. but she'd broken his too. What was worse, with her love.
He had dimmed, had lost the twinkle she loved.
The twinkle, she now knew; she had given him.
So she let the breeze sway her without complain.
Stealing her fragrance.
Hurting her, easing her tears.
Each tear made her love him more. Each hurt her more to have caused him to be hurt.
Hurt through loving her. Simple, pure undemanding love.
She cried till her heart became cold, lost all the warmth of his love in those tears.
Tears as cold as the rain.
Friday, July 30, 2010
brittle ties
Her name was common. Common to all households, to the world. They all knew her by it, except the one for whom she was, her name….mama. she knew this was her identity. But she knew it not, she liked it not, behaved it not and definitely excepted it not. She was mama. The one who gave her birth. Brought her daughter into the world, and made her hate it. Used a sword invisible, to cut through love and respect. She used insult to kill her own effort, and those that were her own.
She knew what would kill another woman; the words, the acts, the manipulation. These weapons, parts of her, she knew well to use. Perfect timing and precise aim. She used them till she killed her. killed mama; and became….just another woman.
She knew what would kill another woman; the words, the acts, the manipulation. These weapons, parts of her, she knew well to use. Perfect timing and precise aim. She used them till she killed her. killed mama; and became….just another woman.
Money
On the 3rd of November, she died, after a long illness. She had passed many tests of endurance. Tests of patience. Lost the precious, yet persisted. In the face of opposition. Stood, stood her ground and firmly so. Undeterred by whatever hardship was thrown her way, she had to of course. She was love. Love of the material. Love of money. Wealth being health; and when the funeral was, she was discussed and what she had and what she could afford. Afford to feed on her funeral. Feed her hungry sympathizers – richly.
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