Although the title of my blog says 'My Happy Happening Life' I don't wish to reject the reality that life is a roller-coaster with both ups and downs. It might sound weird coming from a person who has named even her blog 'happy' but truth is truth! And it is good it is that way, how else would we feel joyous if we never experienced pain and sadness? It is good.
Every year in my school we have a march-past parade on Republic day and Independence day. After my doctor advised me against it, or rather any form of physical exercise, I reluctantly had to agree to the inevitable truth that I had to stay away from sports. Sports was and still is like one of the key aspects of my life without which I cannot do. It makes me cry at times.
This week when the whole school was practicing for the parade, I sat away, tucked away under the depressing shade of the huge Bakul tree. It was no new experience for me, I had done it for the Republic day and Sports day too. The only difference was that last time I had a friend beside me. My sports teacher walked up to the tree and addressed all the students sitting there asking them to assemble in the basketball court after the parade practice was over. We did as told. I did not have the school prospectus or a note saying that I was unwell and should be excused from the parade. That was it. My sports teacher asked me why I was not taking part in the parade when I take part in many other competitions without any problem. He even questioned my patriotism for the country!
That was the Tipping Point, I could hold back my tears no longer. All the emotions and memories that were swelling up within me became so overpowering that before I could figure out what was happening to me, my eyes were already moist and vision blurred. I didn't let my teacher know that I was crying, also because I think crying shows more weakness than strength. all I could mumble to my teacher's question was 'hmm', 'yup', or 'okay'.
The same thing had happened to me during the sports day rehearsals. Everyone was running, practicing, dancing or simply jogging, and I? I was sitting under the Bakul tree again. When my teacher questioned me and began to scold me for not taking part that year and being satisfied with my trophies and awards I broke down. Tears weren't rolling down my cheek but I think the expressions my face betrayed were enough to stop sir.
Why don't the teachers realize that I myself am wanting to run, march, play and do every other physical exercise in the world but presently, can't. I wish I could. Well, I can't really blame them, it is a part of their responsibility to check why and who all aren't marching. Every time i have to sit and watch my friends parade in front of me a part of me screams to be a there.
It seems to me that I am ranting. Maybe.
I'll run someday.
Every year in my school we have a march-past parade on Republic day and Independence day. After my doctor advised me against it, or rather any form of physical exercise, I reluctantly had to agree to the inevitable truth that I had to stay away from sports. Sports was and still is like one of the key aspects of my life without which I cannot do. It makes me cry at times.
This week when the whole school was practicing for the parade, I sat away, tucked away under the depressing shade of the huge Bakul tree. It was no new experience for me, I had done it for the Republic day and Sports day too. The only difference was that last time I had a friend beside me. My sports teacher walked up to the tree and addressed all the students sitting there asking them to assemble in the basketball court after the parade practice was over. We did as told. I did not have the school prospectus or a note saying that I was unwell and should be excused from the parade. That was it. My sports teacher asked me why I was not taking part in the parade when I take part in many other competitions without any problem. He even questioned my patriotism for the country!
That was the Tipping Point, I could hold back my tears no longer. All the emotions and memories that were swelling up within me became so overpowering that before I could figure out what was happening to me, my eyes were already moist and vision blurred. I didn't let my teacher know that I was crying, also because I think crying shows more weakness than strength. all I could mumble to my teacher's question was 'hmm', 'yup', or 'okay'.
The same thing had happened to me during the sports day rehearsals. Everyone was running, practicing, dancing or simply jogging, and I? I was sitting under the Bakul tree again. When my teacher questioned me and began to scold me for not taking part that year and being satisfied with my trophies and awards I broke down. Tears weren't rolling down my cheek but I think the expressions my face betrayed were enough to stop sir.
Why don't the teachers realize that I myself am wanting to run, march, play and do every other physical exercise in the world but presently, can't. I wish I could. Well, I can't really blame them, it is a part of their responsibility to check why and who all aren't marching. Every time i have to sit and watch my friends parade in front of me a part of me screams to be a there.
It seems to me that I am ranting. Maybe.
I'll run someday.
