tomorrow is the sports day at school.
yesterday was the sports day at her nana-nani's building.
the very excited papa and nana took her to the race. i would have gone but the thought of sitting still with the sunday papers laid out in front of me, without a single crease out of place, was far more tempting. ( and i have a thing about races and competitions...so i opted out)
and then she did.
she was chuffed and excited that she would run. when it was her turn along with ten other toddlers she ran, stopped halfway through and said, papa tum bhi bhago (am trying to teach her to say aap, i guess he and i will have to switch to aap and not you fool, tu idhar aa...). why should papa be left out of the fun of running in the race?
so other parents stood at the finishing line and egged their children on to come first. many as the father reports, going red and purple in the face. after the first two children, the organisers and the parents and the cheering audience lost interest. so the 7 plus the 1 who stood in the middle, learnt their first lesson in the moronic ways of the world. at 2 years they were taught that its not about how fast you can run.
she realised that something had gone wrong.she went quiet.
although when she came back home i whooped with joy hearing the story of her first race. and she began to find it somewhat funny that she did not run. but she was not fully convinced.
my girl! almost as fantastic as little ishar who did not run but released gas balloons, one by one, while his pals panted towards the finishing line. but it warmed my heart that she 1) did not get the point of the race and 2) because she thought that since running is fun why shouldnt papa join in...
tomorrow is the sports day at school. she alternates between, mumma, main bahut fast bhagungi to mumma, mujhe race mein bhagna achcha nahin lagta...
did i mention my pet peeve- competitions ?