AFRICAN DICKS

Teaching is an art. The best teachers are the ones that make you think, help you remember things and gives you the finest ideas about the subject. Pedagogical method of teaching are followed by very few people in India, may be because we have very less research in this field. But I disagree that the teachers in India are bad. Here in sweden, after attending lectures by more than 25 proffs, I 've found just one or two good teachers. One of the best teachers, who had his own trade mark ways of teaching biology was Dr.Sunny, a veterinary doctor, who quit his job to teach for medical aspirants.
Sunny Sir, as we used to call him was obsessed with two words.. Breast and thighs.. For some unknown reason.. he uses "her breasts" and "her thighs" too often, which offened most of the girls, especially the muslim clad. It was kinda weird to sit in his class as it was co-ed and he often uses uncensored versions of jokes. Once a few of these girls went and lodged a complaint with the head of the institution regarding the use of obscene language. The head assured these girls that he would talk with the teacher concerned and make sure that he is more careful with his jokes. He also asked the girls to leave the class and report to him if the teacher repeats his obscene jokes.

The following happened the next day.
Sunny: Africans have the longest Dicks
Immediately a few girls were on their toes, heading to the head of the institution.
Sunny: there is no flight to Africa now!
The girls dint know what to do. They sat down with a sigh of disgust and embarrassment. The embarrassed look on on their faces were unforgettable and its afresh in my mind.

A Good Poet

Language and I never go together. I have horrid spellings and grammar (thank god we have MS word and other softwares that can correct the spelling mistakes). The very thought about language brings the very look of my language papers. I used to have red lines under every single line that i write with utmost care, indicating erroneous spellings. Now, that is enough of an introduction about my language skills. What I intended to write was this insident which took place when I was in +2. I had joined Santa Maria Academy, one of the oldest CBSE schools in town for +1. All the teachers were old, worth respecting, dedicated and well equiped for the profession, But they well not up-to date about the happenings outside their subject (u'll know why), especially the language teachers. For one of our versification competitions, I had to take part as a member of my team , which was lagging behind for over all scores. We could never cope-up with the rest of the teams as we had all losers (other that me of course). The desporate house captain and the teacher-in-charge was pushing every damn soul in the team for every possible competition for saving their name and I happened to be their scape-goats too.
Till I got into the hall where Versification competition was being held, I had no clue that I would be competing in senior section - hindi versification competition. To add to the misery was the truth that I had never touched a hindi book after 7th grade. As I entered, I saw some scribbling on the board and that happened to be the topic. I gathered all my spirits to read it. With bitter failure and whith least shame, I asked my junior to read it for me, He gave a weird stare and read it aloud "KSHITHITH LALIMA" or "The red horizon". He turned away his face and mumbled to his friend "Our senior is too good with Hindi"; I threw a deaf ear towards his comments and giggles. I affirmed myself that I had sucessfuly completed the first stage, now the second stage was to find what it means.. with no hessitation, I turned around, I saw my friend treasa there, I waved and asked, what does "KSHITHITH LALIMA" mean, she wrote "The red horizon" on papaer and passes it to me.

So, my first two targets were over and I was left with other two- to compose and to write the whole damn thing. As I started penning down the bits and pieces of hindi words that came in my mind, I realised that I had problem with every single alphabet. I had almost forgotten a few of the alphabets, let only the words. I asked my friend for every word that i had a problem with.. alas, our old hindi teached came to my rescue. I explained the whole situation and she helped me out with all the words that i could not write. She was being very sweet.. May be cos.. I was one of those goodie goodie students who wish the teachers with a big smile..

My first line was very clichéd..
Suraj Nikhalta hey purab mei (sun rises in the east)
Suryast hota hey pashchim mei (sun sets in the west)
Kitna sundar hey yea suraj (how beautiful is this sun)
Suraj sa sundar koi nahi (there is non thats more beautiful)
for the rest.. pls follow the link :http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rQo-Tue5qmE

And I won the second place..!!!! Thank god plagiarism was never checked.
Blingaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I grew up thinking every step of mine to be the best. But no one ever told the truth to me , about growing up and what a struggle it would be. In my tangled state of mind ,Ive been looking back to find where I went wrong ! How would it be ,if you were standing in my shoes ,cant you see that its impossible to choose..!! Of course life is a destiny.. U march and march..Till you c the glory of demise!

SMILE :)

How can one smile such sweet smiles,
When one is so saddened by sorrows for miles,
How can I smile the same smiles,
When life brings me nothing but tears,

I wondered for so long,
What reason you had to smile that long,
To keep smiling though troubles come,
And still remain sweet and silently overcome,

It's such a mystery to me,
Your smiles from heaven with glee,
I adore and yet envy thee,
But I'd rather you smile those at me,

I feel happy when I see you smile,
Even if I'm sad and lonely,
Your smiles bring me somewhere,
I don't even know where,

But it was you,
You gave me the reason to smile,
To smile with no reason,
To smile for a smile,

I guess life is just like that,
We need not a reason to smile,
For a smile is the reason itself,
To rejoice and open-heartedly give thanks,

I learned to smile because of you,
Because your smiles bring me joy when blue,
It proves how well and powerful,
A simple sweet smile can become so beautiful,

Smile for the sake of a smile,
Smile for the sake of happiness,
Smile for the sake of life,
Smile because of hope left in life,

Smile my friends,
Smile for me my Love,
Smile those same sweet smiles,
Smile so the world can be a peaceful dove... ;-)

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My logic of life

My logic of life:
1) Live and Let Live: I believe in live and let live policy. Everyone in this world, like you have the equal right to live and do accept and respect this fact. But I don believe in "die and let live", where you sacrifice everything of yours to see others prosper.
2)Treat others the way you expect them to treat you, in short "Give shit, Get shit": I treat people well and mostly I've a smile plastered on my face. I believe that what you give is what you get and If I ignore someone.... I don care a damn about them.
3) Be transparent: I love to be transparent, an open book where people can decipher me. I hate it when people are way too opaque and undecipherable. I just opt not to decipher them a all.
4) First Impression is the best impression: from my past experiences, I do agree that this is the crappiest principle and it is never true, But first impression do last long in my memory and I judge people based on that.
5) East or west Friendship is the best: According to me friendship is the ultimate relation two living beings can share. We have no choice over our family, mother , father or siblings, But we choose our friends.
BLINGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA