LIFE IS LIKE THAT- if wishes were fishes
Life can land you in a situation where you feel guilty for your children for no fault of them and feel further awful when they are blissfully unawares!!
The meeting was at 10.00 am and we were there along with our son at the school premises waiting for our turn to be interviewed by the school management.
My wife looked nervous and made me nervous too with her frequent nudging to attract my attention to things happening around. She was quite upset with me that I had found a good scapegoat in reading the book (to escape my nail biting habit on such edgy situations).
Amidst all these our son was busy enjoying himself standing in front of the huge fish tank as if making some animated conversation with the fishes.
Well all of us in our own way were waiting for the call from the reception for the final interview.
Our informal inquiries with those friendly teachers did give us an encouraging feedback that our son has done reasonably well in the ‘so called tests’ that he was put through the earlier day.
May be he had done his part well and that perhaps has earned us the invite for this parents interview.
I thought I responded well to volley of mundane curiosity questions. However as usual my wife felt that I could have been more explicit and elaborate on how we have been bringing up the child, the empathetic and enabling environment that we have created at home (both hardware and software) etc.
Honestly I felt these were as much taken as given in today’s world of parental upbringing and to stress it in a forum would be tantamount to someone telling me that he is honest worker.
The eventful day happened to be Friday the 13th.
We drove across to the school all set and somewhat a bit overconfident of finding his name on the "merit list". The grapevine confirmed that there should be no issues for a couple like us; both working for MNCs as if that merited and mattered in any manner to make a mark on the child’s capabilities.
Life takes a curious turn at the most unpredictable time and situation.
Name of our son not found on the board left us speechless as we stared at each other unbelievably.
‘As a matter of policy the school management does not entertain any inquiries in case the child is not admitted to the school "That sharp footnote ended the story.
We turned back to move to the parking lot.
My wife swearing to write to the press
And I, at loss of words to even express
While my son stood staring at the fish tank so impressed
I looked into that innocent, obliviously unawares pair of eyes. Patting him on his shoulders as gently as I could say,
"Let’s go home".
"Can we get a fish tank home?" he inquired as a mater of fact.
"Why not" I replied and noticed his mother walking along holding him tight as if to transfer the warmth.
If only wishes were like those fishes, I could have got him home the admission too!!
Life is like that. There are times when we fail the children.
Mohan Prasad
mohanprasad04@yahoo.com
My wife looked nervous and made me nervous too with her frequent nudging to attract my attention to things happening around. She was quite upset with me that I had found a good scapegoat in reading the book (to escape my nail biting habit on such edgy situations).
Amidst all these our son was busy enjoying himself standing in front of the huge fish tank as if making some animated conversation with the fishes.
Well all of us in our own way were waiting for the call from the reception for the final interview.
Our informal inquiries with those friendly teachers did give us an encouraging feedback that our son has done reasonably well in the ‘so called tests’ that he was put through the earlier day.
May be he had done his part well and that perhaps has earned us the invite for this parents interview.
I thought I responded well to volley of mundane curiosity questions. However as usual my wife felt that I could have been more explicit and elaborate on how we have been bringing up the child, the empathetic and enabling environment that we have created at home (both hardware and software) etc.
Honestly I felt these were as much taken as given in today’s world of parental upbringing and to stress it in a forum would be tantamount to someone telling me that he is honest worker.
The eventful day happened to be Friday the 13th.
We drove across to the school all set and somewhat a bit overconfident of finding his name on the "merit list". The grapevine confirmed that there should be no issues for a couple like us; both working for MNCs as if that merited and mattered in any manner to make a mark on the child’s capabilities.
Life takes a curious turn at the most unpredictable time and situation.
Name of our son not found on the board left us speechless as we stared at each other unbelievably.
‘As a matter of policy the school management does not entertain any inquiries in case the child is not admitted to the school "That sharp footnote ended the story.
We turned back to move to the parking lot.
My wife swearing to write to the press
And I, at loss of words to even express
While my son stood staring at the fish tank so impressed
I looked into that innocent, obliviously unawares pair of eyes. Patting him on his shoulders as gently as I could say,
"Let’s go home".
"Can we get a fish tank home?" he inquired as a mater of fact.
"Why not" I replied and noticed his mother walking along holding him tight as if to transfer the warmth.
If only wishes were like those fishes, I could have got him home the admission too!!
Life is like that. There are times when we fail the children.
Mohan Prasad
mohanprasad04@yahoo.com
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