It has been ages since I blogged , but yesterday's sports meet of my son school gave me the little nudge (rather inspiration ) to get back to blogging . My son goes to an IB school at Vashi about 9 kms from our home at Nerul. Yesterday was the annual sports day for the Sr KG section of the school. The theme of the event was the struggle and the not the victory that counts . The principal spoke about the theme eloquently and told all the parents not to be anxious about the performance of their wards . I understood the context well and told myself that I will hug my little baby and encourage him , whatever his performance maybe . True to the theme little Neelabjo finished last in the heats of all the 3 races that he participated (well almost , he beat one peer to the finishing line in the 25 mts run..) . I was never the sporting kind , and dont expect my son to be one either , however his performance left me a bit sad .....well I laughed it off with him ...but next year he has promised his dad that he will do a tad better ....I live in that hope ....
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Hi Niladri,
Came across your blog as i was searching for one of my very old class mate with the same name...Niladri only his surname was Banerjee...anyways your musings about your son's performance touched something in me...i have a son...3 yrs old now still to go to the usual preschool routine...but the photos and your musings brought back memories of my childhood and a specific balloon race that i was a part of...two kids race...with one starting of with the balloon...half way hands it to his partner who is supposed to burst it then finish the race...i was the 2nd guy and lost the balloon...but instead of finishing the race ran after the balloon trying to burst it then run...well anyways the point is that finish left a lasting impression on me and i carried the failure in me for a very long time...i went on to become a martial arts instructor, an avid sportsman...but the only thing that helped me was my Dad's response to that loss...he hugged me and said...i will always be the best in his eyes...those words have kept me going till date...you have no idea how right you were to react the way you did...for a son the world starts and ends with only two pairs of eyes...those of his parents...let him always find pride there irrespective of his performance and one fine day you will find him standing on the podium...i dont know why i am writing you this...maybe because today i am both a son and a father and...well frankly your blog touched something and i just could not stop myself...hug your son tightly and kiss him every time he does something...irrespective of the result...you would be building a very strong charactered person...regards, Prashant Singh, Zonal Business Head(South & East), ICICI Securities Ltd,09176022120, peekaysing@gmail.com
A vitual pat on the back to your young 'un. I was never the 'sporting' type either, and can totally relate to this heartwarming post. It doesn't tter whether you win or lose, but with what spirit you play the game. I'm sure he will do very well in many things in life, and maintain a sporting spirit.
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