i love my teacher

i still wont b'live i cried after seeing this.. it touched me.. u had to see this............ http://www.teachermovie.com/

THE COST

Tess was a precocious eight-year-old when she heard her Mom andDad talking about her little brother, Andrew.All she knew was that he was very sick and they were completelyout of money. They were moving to an apartment complex nextmonth because Daddy didn't have the money for the doctor's billsand their house. Only a very costly surgery could save him nowand it was looking like there was no one to loan them the money.She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother with whispereddesperation, "Only a miracle can save him now."Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from itshiding place in the closet. She poured all the change out onthe floor and counted it carefully.Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect.No chance here for mistakes.Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on thecap, she slipped out the backdoor and made her way 6 blocks toRexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above thedoor.She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her someattention, but he was too busy at this moment.Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise.Nothing.She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she couldmuster.No good.Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on theglass counter.That did it!"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed toneof voice. "I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom Ihaven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply tohis question."Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answeredback in the same annoyed tone."He's really really sick... and I want to buy a miracle.""I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist."His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside hishead and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now, so howmuch does a miracle cost?""We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry, but Ican't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little."Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough,I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs."The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man.He stooped down and asked the little girl,"What kind of a miracle does your brother need?""I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up "I justknow he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation,but my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money.""How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago."One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly."And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if Ineed to."Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man."A dollar and eleven cents, exact price of a miracle for littlebrothers."He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he graspedher mitten and said, "Take me to where you live.I want to see your brother and meet your parents.Let's see if I have the kind of miracle you need."That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon,specializing in neuro-surgery.The operation was completed without charge, and it wasn't longuntil Andrew was home again and doing well.Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events thathad led them to this place. "That surgery," her Mom whispered."was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost... onedollar and eleven cents ...... plus the faith of a little child.A miracle is not the suspension of natural law,but the operation of a higher law.

Keep Your Eyes On The Dots

You see a circle of violet dots.

Each of them disappears in order, like moving in a circle.

Concentrate your sight at the cross,then you can see how the violet dots disappear.

If you do it all right,you can see that the green dot is moving.

If you keep looking all violet dots will disappearand only green dot will keep moving!

BIET KA SAFAR!

Na jane kab kaise mera tanka fit ho gaya, aur me BIET me admit ho gayi.

ek nayi duniya,kuch naye naye chehre,Class me teachers he pehre!

Ragging ki chinta, Sessional ka kehar,assignment ki jugaadh, din raath dopaher.

Raath ko jhapki Lagte hi, Exam ka bhoot aata tha,Drafter to mano talwar nazar aata tha.

Attendence kabhi 85% nahi rahti thi,kyonki festival me chutti,postman se bhi kam milti thi.


baton ka silsila deer tak raath chalta tha,aur neend ka safar class me poora hota tha.

RAm n co se Gundi circle tak ki yaatra, Hide out se Raj BHavan tak ka safar,

juice party se b'day party tak,
sab hamare bina adhure hote the,jaise hum rishte me shahinshah ke nati hote the(sorry koi aur line nahi ja rahi thi).

Zindagi me yeh char saal kaise bhool sakti hon.jaate jaate bas itna kehsakti hon.,,,

"kayi mile kayi bichde,
is zindagi ke safar me,
par ab toh raasta itna sankraa hai,
ki sirf yaadein saath chal sakti hain".

Attendance:(

The attendance requirement is like the sword of damocles hanging over heads. For a BATCH OF ENGINEERS, such a trivial rule is dameaning, not hzt to us , but to the very faculty that enforces it...

First hand evidence is this fact that i used to play Antakshari sitting in the class. It was a subject that i cud very well handle on my own,. Given a few printed handouts n a couple of reference books, all i need are a few hours during the course of the semister to clear a few concepts. Then y on earth i was sitting in class? so much for time management!

Frankly speaking i'm not an acadamic Genius. in fact i'm in deep trouble in a few subs. wat really gets 2 meis dat i 'd really like to start studying n not make a grand show of seriousness by attending classes.Wake up late foe a couple of days, get some notes together,read them n actually learn something.Think that far better than writting notes in the class as dictated from the same text book wich we r supposed to study.

lets face the facts. The issue isn't new;its the age old argument.The attendance requirement has been reduces to a whip in the hands of the faculty;its sole purpose to keep 'wayward' student in line.Lets take a quick look at the BITS pilani, where students plan their own schedule after seeing dat of the faculty,. No1 accusses a BITSian of being irresponsible n undisciplined. Then y is this unique honor bestowed upon us?wich civilized educational institution wud detain student on the basis of the number of hours spent staring at a blackboard? If this is the basis for professional education , den we're al destined to b pencil pushers, adept at preaching but never practicing ourselves.

Back to ground Zero. Wat r we really here for? Becoming good engineers i suppose.Logically speaking, that shud involve learning a subject 4m the basics. Developing a hand s on approach to problems and being able to solve problems in the best possible way.Sounds pretty impressive doesnt it?But is that wat we're actually heading towards? Hours spent staring at teachers faces, furtive glances at the watches, SMSing all the time.Wonder wat dis has 2 do wid the attendancce requirement? simple. Ppl will study wen they want to study.Forcing UG students to attend classes n study exactly wat being taught!jzt doesnt work.Jst look at academic sucess stories who've topped with the aid of jzt the photocopying machine.In any case, 50 students sitting together n poring over the same material day in day out won't produce hotshot engineers. We'll just end up as a batch of graduates collectively pouting out wat we've learnt sorry....... studied..

Not dat this is a reflection on our faculty. Hats off to our teachers who teach with so many students oblivious to what 's happening. Its the system that's faulty. And this is wat preventing our faculty frm reaching the apex of their teaching potential. At this level,role of our faculty shud b restricted to providing guidance,entrusting the bulk of the learning process to the students. For ant faculty is much too valuable to b wasted on such a retrograde teaching process involving a compulsory phusical presence in class. Lets accept the reality of our current situaton n move on with the times. Only then we b well n truly 'inspired by life'.

Wat do i think?

Hello evry1.... actually i asked my fren y do we use blogs for? ha the answer comes here.... to express your views.... ho i understan its like a public diary[as in personal diary=))]. oh my chweet diary(no sorry blog) plz keep my conversation with u personal... a gr8 joke...
k keeping jokes apart.. hum log mudde pe aate hain.. b4 writing abt any syupid thing i wud like to write abt myself, well waise mujhe mere alawa baki sabhi cheezen stupid ladti hai:))..
Tabu is a good girl, sweet, cute , loving, understanding, caring, naughty, charming and............. no end for it.. well i'm not boosting.. if u knw me u'll agree for the listed qualities of mine.. 1 or 2 or exceptional..
u knw 'm very bad at spelling english:).. but still i 'll try to write correctly. i hope i wont do any mistake if i do also i knw ppl adjust.. bcz english is a funny language(this was quoted by big B in lawaris)..
i had a misconception dat i read people easily like wat they think abt me n wat do i mean to them... but i was wrong. u knw i always follow 1 thing in life is that "every1 is a fraud so beware of heart breakers". I take life practically. i expect for worst n 'll b prepared for it.. so the many hard times in my life din break me. i love smiling., i like ppl smiling. if any1 whom i knw though not a fren if i knw that person n if he/she wont smile i get tensed n worried wats wrong,, some times i wonder is it mandatory to smile? but its a controversy going on b/w my mind n heart.. my conscience is my best fren- it never let me down.
I love my school a lot. they wr the best teachers i ever had. i still remember the Moral Science lessons we had. i used to slowly take sweets n eat with out the knowledge of my mother.. we had a lesson on controlling temptations,in dat my ma'am mentioned it as an example n from dat day i 've control over my temptation.. another is the 1 in which my ma'am gave an example of a farmer n a greedy priest.. it goes like this..
once the was a village, there was no rain in the village n due to lack of grain ppl straved, then the ppl on village arranged a pooja.. they prayed but no results but then a poor farmer did the same n an angel arived n blessed him.then it rained heavily.. so ppl got amazed n asked the Angel she answered its coz the priest prayed for only himself n the farmer prayed for the whole village.. so the moral is "wen u pray for urself God answers lately, but wen u pray for others he answers quickly n +vely" so till date i always include every1 in my prayer". so its abt my school. these things've influenced in my life a lot. Those teachers tought me to smile in the most toughest situation. I love my parents n they are the world's best parents. they never treat me like a girl. They give me equal importance as they give to my bro's.. infact 'm the only1 so lil special treatment is given to me. i' m the most luckiest in evrything.
i cant withstand injustice n i fight for it many times. I hate beggers. They r the waste ppl who cant even earn for their living n so they spread their hand in front of evry1.
I love Jesus, n adore Mother Marry. I love Mother Theresa bcz of wat she said"spread love everywhere"..Wat do i blive is only love n smile are the two things which tie every1 in a bond. Even enemies wer frenz once. U hate the 1 whom u loved once. there are many things i wanna write but cudnt pen.. its only 10% of wat i'm.. hope i'm successfull in conveying wat i wanted to... with lots of love.

ma first post..............

Hi, its my first post in my blog.... there r many interestings to go on the way:) happiness alwaysssssssss