I thank God for giving great health to my son, Aarush who secured cent per cent attendance for the academic year 2013-14!
I found these quotes today and they struck me as very profound and it sums up how I feel about life:
“Nothing is ever wrong. Even a broken clock is right twice a day.”
“Life is like a bicycle. You don’t fall off unless you stop pedaling.”
I am discovering that even my most painful events and memories serve a purpose, they helped me become who I am today. All my life I have been learning, maybe not even realizing it, but I have been making discoveries, changing and evolving, becoming more ME. I feel like I am in such a great place in my life right now, I have made connections with the past, made peace with some painful and traumatic memories, I have learned to forgive, that each of us did the best we could with what we had available at the time, I guess in some ways, I am growing up, becoming REAL. I am trying to become healthier, do more for myself and I recognize the need to put myself first. If I don’t take care of me, then I can’t take care of anyone else.
What do you say?
As a child he studied as hard as he could but Chemistry was something he found really hard to grasp. They wrote a test one day when he was in 7th standard. He knew he wouldn’t do well but he hoped to at least pass the test.
No such luck.
Ms. Indira (or Mindi as she was known by the students) handed out all the tests, and as per usual, saved him for last.
“Ah. Mr. Babu,” she said with her familiar smirk. “Guess what? You failed again. Am I surprised? No. Why? Because you’re an idiot. You should be at a special school because of your, uhhh, little remedial problem (Is he dyslexic!?!). You should not be here at this School. You are dropping the class average and making me look bad.”
She approached him and prodded his forehead with her stubby finger. “You irritate me.”
“Mr. Babu,” said Mindi. “Get to the front of the class and tell your classmates why you are such an idiot.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said.
He lowered his head and went to the front of the class.
He stood there, not knowing what to say.
“Well!” she said.
“I dunno,” he said, softly. Feeling totally humiliated.
“Typical,” came her reply. “You don’t know. Pah!”
“According to you, I’m an idiot,” he said, suddenly. “But my grandmother says I’m a genius. I wonder who I’m going to believe?”
Mindi, a rather large woman, grabbed him by the collar and propelled him out of the door. She took him down to Principal’s office where he was caned three times for insubordination and told not to show his face in his office again.
He dreamed last night that Mindi was tormenting him again. She’s been messing with his dreams for quite a long time.
He woke up that morning and decided that he’ve had enough of her. He has made a decision to retire Mindi as his tormentor. She is therefore released from duty forthwith.
It is over.
He will no longer be Mindi’s victim because, truth be told, he is not a victim. He just happened to be a little, dyslexic kid who messed with a science teacher’s beloved averages.
So long Mindi.
PS: Seen the movie, Tare zameen par recently. 🙂
Instantly he had to assume more responsibility than he had ever expected to have.He had to become an emotional support for a man who had been him so many times before.
During that period he learned a lot about himself and about life. He ended up spending time around a lot of very sick people. When he would sit with that man in ICU, he got to see a different side of an illness, a human side.
Many times people are only identified by their disease, but people forget that a person is still inside that body.