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"I will take you to the court," said the student who was asked to leave the classroom for being "a nuisance".

The teacher bent down and touched the feet of the student.

"Please, do.  If it can make you a human being."

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  1. AnonymousNovember 7, 2013 at 10:07 PM

    Wow..That is so intense and I really have no words..It teaches so many things in this 3 simple sentence..hats off to you Sir.. :)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalNovember 7, 2013 at 10:19 PM

      Thank you, Harsha. You give me some kind of a reassurance.

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  2. Mon.EspritNovember 7, 2013 at 10:08 PM

    Touche!

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  3. ...shabab khanNovember 7, 2013 at 10:31 PM

    You better ask the teacher to send that student to me, i promise he will spend rest of his lyf in bending position.

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  4. SidNovember 7, 2013 at 11:38 PM

    Funny and sad.

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  5. Paresh KaleNovember 8, 2013 at 11:16 AM

    Its the devoted nature of a human which makes him/her a teacher. Now a days ask students want to become an engineer , doctor, CA and what not but teacher. And unfortunately these fellows blame teachers !

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalNovember 8, 2013 at 12:14 PM

      The system is responsible for it to a large extent. Students are given too much liberty and too many rights without making them aware of their responsibilities and duties. Teachers do more work nowadays than students!

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  6. AnonymousNovember 8, 2013 at 3:05 PM

    So precise and intense ! the actual scenario :-(

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalNovember 8, 2013 at 3:17 PM

      Yes, it is actual! But i must not forget that there are many, many wonderful students too as a consolation for the teacher.

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  7. Ritesh AgarwalNovember 10, 2013 at 8:45 PM

    Oh that was a lump in d throat tale....excellent writing there

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  8. UnknownNovember 15, 2013 at 5:58 PM

    What to say about today's students! And now I am sounding like a very very old lady :D

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