Compromising

"A compromise is the art of dividing a cake in such a way that everyone believes he has the biggest piece."

                                                                                                              - Ludwig Erhard

A few days back my class teacher changed my seat. I was sitting beside my friend and suddenly out of the blue she changed my place! She made me sit beside one of the most cool girls of our class, and also she's a tomboy. Not that I hate her, but she's not really of my type. I'm that calm, girly attitude, punk sort of a girl....but she's plain opposite. When she grows up, she wants to be in the Indian army and she's a total tomboy. The people sitting around me are also a part of her friends group....and the worst part, they're of that same tomboy and sporty type!


But when I think of it...I'm considered a socialite, then why can't I compromise with them?

This is when the art of "compromising" begins..............

The people I'm with are really nice from heart, but they are that "tough chick" type. And it's becoming to way to difficult for me to fit in....But I  must learn the art of compromising! If we learn to compromise, we will learn to live and we will learn to make friends. I can say that in my class, I talk to almost everyone but when it comes to making friends and fitting in, there is always something that I have to give up!

But the truth is that I am compromising and I'm making up a little place for myself to fit in. And the good part, maybe they are letting me fit in, because they aren't really shooing me away. Just for fitting in, I even started to watch this serial called "Supernatural", just so that me and my partner have something to talk about....!! Isn't that a part of compromising?

Sometimes, we have to compromise, even if it is the worst part of the job, because compromising will help us live. If we don't compromise and build up a little place for ourselves in the shelter of another individual, we will fall of from this huge roller coaster called "LIFE". Compromise are the screws of the belt that hold us in our place. If the screws go loose, the belt opens and we fall...........So it's our job to compromise in order to maintain a little haven with peace inside our souls....our souls which are thriving for revenge, love, affection, friendship, happiness, respect and sadness at the same time......

Go hand in hand, put your hand in front of your enemy when both of you are in the same trouble to compromise, because at times, compromise brings you friends and enemies are turned into acquaintances......

Shake hands to compromise. Compromising gets you company.

The lack of an "Elder" brother

My elder brother has always hated me....He's like 27 years old now, but he has kept up the same rude habit. He's a cousin, but all I can say is that I loved him. My friends had tiny little brothers who would stare at me with their large innocent eyes, and they even had elder brothers who would look down at me with a mature look that proved that they'd do anything to protect their little sister!


But sadly, I am not the pot that has the suitable amount of water. I've longed to have a brother who would care for me and love me. I've always wanted to hold my elder brothers hand and walk with him.....But this never happened.

He always hurt me, pinched me, and he used harsh language to address me. Not that he's been a great success in his life. He was a failure in his school and at his job now, well it's the affluent life that applies.
But I always cared for him, it made me shed tears sometimes to feel that my elder brother is loser...
Whenever my mother had to put up an example of someone who has been unsuccessful in life, she'd take my brother as an example. How I wish she'd say "Dear, look at your brother! He is so successful now! You must study hard and be a good person like him!", but instead she says "Do you want to be like your brother who is a living failure? It will do you no good as people will disrespect you just as they do to him!"


But lately I've made some male friends in a social network who act as my brother. Although they always claim themselves as my friend, but I look up to them as an elder brother. They never make fun of me, they accept me as who I am, and they always listen to what I  have to say! But alas! That's only a social network....I am pretty sure that we'll never be so close and share the relationship of brother and sister in real life.


It makes me sad, but in this life there are so many more hurdles that I have to jump without tripping. If life is a compulsory exam in which I must pass, then I shall have to force my soul to do so....
But I still wish, my elder brother would care.......

What the heck?

i cannot belive it! she can't close this club, i love this club!