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- Anamz1 - 06-23-2010

@ Yasir;

Hahahahahahha it was too funny.

- WARDAH - 06-23-2010

to or kia daikho iski posts ka itna asr hua jb mai partner bni to thora boht mainy bhi dance shance kr lia ab chuk pr gai anum is age aisy puthy kaam na hi krwao hum sy.hehehehe

- Anamz1 - 06-23-2010


Well, This is a bit long one, but you people would love it.......
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Stories like this, always have a way of putting the right perspective on life.

Jean Thompson stood in front of her fifth-grade class on the very first day of school in the fall and told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her pupils and said that she loved them all the same, that she would treat them all alike. And that was impossible because there in front of her, slumped in his seat on the third row, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were unkept and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy was unpleasant.

It got to the point during the first few months that she would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then marking the F at the top of the paper biggest of all. Because Teddy was a sullen little boy, no one else seemed to enjoy him, either.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's records and put Teddy's off until last. When she opened his file, she was in for a surprise.

His first-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright, inquisitive child with a ready laugh." "He does his work neatly and has good manners...he is a joy to be around."

His second-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student well-liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."

His third-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy continues to work hard but his mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

Teddy's fourth-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class. He is tardy and could become a problem."

By now Mrs. Thompson realized the problem, but Christmas was coming fast. It was all she could do, with the school play and all, until the day before the holidays began and she was suddenly forced to focus on Teddy Stoddard.

Her children brought her presents, all in beautiful ribbon and bright paper, except for Teddy's, which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper of a scissored grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents.

Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of cologne. She stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume behind the other wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed behind just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my mom used to."

After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing, and speaking. Instead, she began to teach children. Jean Thompson paid particular attention to one they all called "Teddy."

As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. On days where there would be an important test, Mrs. Thompson would remember that cologne. By the end of the year he had become one of the smartest children in the class and...well, he had also become the "pet" of the teacher who had once vowed to love all of her children exactly the same.

A year later she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that of all the teachers he'd had in elementary school, she was his favorite. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy.
He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still his favorite teacher of all time.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson she was still his favorite teacher.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still his favorite teacher, but that now his name was a little longer. The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.

The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that Spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering...well, if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the pew usually reserved for the mother of the groom. And guess what, she wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And I bet on that special day, Jean Thompson smelled just like...well, just like the way Teddy remembered his mother smelling on their last Christmas together.

<b>THE MORAL You never can tell what type of impact you may make on another's life by your actions or lack of action. Consider this fact in your venture thru life.</b>

- WARDAH - 06-23-2010

yar anum plz summary kr do iski

- WARDAH - 06-23-2010

[(]prh li puri post just for u mun itni lmbi post prhny sy aisa hua hai. . . .but waqai its v gud story [)]mairi bhia aik teacher thin ms.firdous unhon ny humko muky mar mar k humari english ki writing thek krwai woi jo bri decorated eng wriying hiti hai nain plkon wali.hehehehe unki apni koi aulaad ni thi humko tb gusa aata tha k zra writing khrab hui to dhaar muka kmr py but yup after ending my primary wo sbsy favorite teacher bn gai thin mairi cos my eng writing well owsm then.aisy hi aik or colledge mai mrs.ahsan hua krti thin statistics ki prhati boht acha thin but school girls k jaisa strict ravaiya hota tha jahan humko canteen k gird chonkri maary baitha daikh lia coridoor sy daikh k lrki ko bhijwa daiti thin k faltu kion baithi hon tum sb lrkion free period mila hai to a k stats smjho prho.tb bri tp chrhti thi k mojain bhi ni krny daitin.but yup when i passed out she will also became my favourite teacher as mairi stats ki base unhon ny hi bnai mujhy uski coaching bhi ni laini pri or uni mai bhi i was shining student in stats subsidary[)]

- WARDAH - 06-23-2010

MORAL OF MY STORIES laaton k bhoot baaton sy ni manty.hahahahahohohheheehe

- bizmen - 06-23-2010

Mein ne to reading start kar li thee but acha hua Anamz ne likh diya keh long hai, foran skip kar liya D ab kisi aur time parhoonga.

WARDAH tumhari stories ka koi Moral nahee hota, story woh hoti hai jis ka koi matlab hota hai.

- WARDAH - 06-23-2010

ary biz biz biz mkhy.mainy uski teacher ki post py apni teacher ka btaya tha or moral mzakn bola tha.tum ny anum ki post prhi hoti to mairi baat ka bhi mtlb smjhty [p]

- yasir_live - 06-24-2010

Well Wardah.

Being Her good buddy, Tum Anamz ki her kahani parti ho To kuch mukhtasar sa khulasa bhi kar hi dia karo. Parhnay ko main bhi parh lun Lakin buss Khayaal ata hay k Anamz ki Post hay to Achi hi hogi, Buss iss chaker main Nahi parh pata.


- WARDAH - 06-24-2010

wah kia bahana nikala hai k is chkr mai ni prh pata , to tumko kia lgta hai maira khulasa itna acha ni hoga k tum ko prhna pry ga as acha ho to tum us py bhi kaho k mai isi liaey ni prh pata k acha hi hoga.[p]

- bizmen - 06-24-2010

WARDAH, Anamz ki post parh li thee, ab afsoos hota hai keh yasir ki tarah 'acha' samajh kar chor kion nahin diya P

- WARDAH - 06-24-2010

hahahahaha kion prhty prhty tumhari ankhon k aagy andhaira agya tha ya words do do nzr anay lg gae thy[p]

- Anamz1 - 06-24-2010

Yar tum loon k liay ab lambi post ko mai do episodes mai post kia karon?[Wink]

[left]<center><u><b>Life Struggles</b></u></center>

A man found a cocoon of an emperor moth. He took it home so that he could watch the moth come out of the cocoon. On the day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the moth for several hours as the moth struggled to force the body through that little hole.
The moth seemed to be stuck and appeared to have stopped making progress. It seemed as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther. The man, in his kindness, decided to help the moth; so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The moth then emerged easily. But its body was swollen and small, its wings wrinkled and shriveled. The man continued to watch the moth because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to and able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact, the little moth spent the rest of its life crawling around with a small, swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly. The man in his kindness and haste did not understand that the struggle required for the moth to get through the tiny opening was necessary to force fluid from the body of the moth into its wings so that it would be ready for flight upon achieving its freedom from the cocoon. Freedom and flight would only come after the struggle. By depriving the moth of a struggle, he deprived the moth of health.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If we were to go through our life without any obstacles, we would be crippled. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. Give every opportunity a chance, leave no room for regrets, and don't forget the power in the struggle.

- WARDAH - 06-24-2010

ni yaar mai hon na tum episodes ya sop serial mt chlana, this one is also nice "naiki kr drya mai dal" wala kaam ho gya ye to . khair moral behind the scene is really gud Allah mehnt ka phl to zror daita hai kbhi na kbhi kis na kisi soort.

- bizmen - 06-24-2010

nahiin WARDAH woh wala parhtay parhtay neend agayee thee.

Ab ke wala jo hai us ka moral theek nahee likha. Is mein struggle ki kya bat thee? Moth to apni struggle kar raha tha naa, phir us ko strength kyon nahee milee? is ke 2 morals hain. Number 1 keh zaroori nahee struggle karne se success mile and number 2 keh Ilm Bari Dolat Hai. Are bhai is 'man' ki education hoti aur woh yeh sara chakar samajhta to moth ko struggle karne deta naa.