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It's all in the genes

It was sports day at junior’s play school and the management, in all its intelligence, prohibited parents from watching, for they felt, it may discourage the kids from participating!!! Semma kadups actually. But they shared tonnes of photos of the event.

Junior participated in frog race and when I saw the winner’s board his name was not there. Didn’t want to push it but was curious to know what he did. But before I could check with his class miss, she was off for other work. On the way back, I was posting questions in all possible combinations to understand about the race. He was simply singing his favorite Ganapati song and as usual never minded me. When in auto, his full focus will be on sight-seeing and anyone accompanying him be damned. Every kid from the class were given a medal and when my mom saw the medal she was so happy that he had actually won. Before she could go overboard I told her the story and started checking the school’s social media page for photos.

His group’s pic where the first to be loaded and to my surprise, he had never left the starting area at all !! I showed him the photo and asked why he didn’t run in frog race. He simply said, the floor was dirty (“aai” “naatham” “hmmmpf” in his terms) and that’s why he didn’t participate in frog race. He did a full lap of it at home and did a ballet like bow after completing it and asked us to clap.

Finally, when I saw the group photo, I was even more surprised to see the way he had posed for the pics. He was squinting with a semi clenched jaw, more like Heath ledger minus the makeup. I asked him about it and he said, that was his smiley face!!! He even went on to show his happy, sad, cry, angry faces as well. Photoku pose kudukrathu parambaikkay varaathu pola!!! Avvvvvvvvvv..

Comments

Ramesh said…
Ha Ha. He did absolutely right not moving. Are they still doing that abomination called frog race in schools ? Surely they must have moved on to something better; this was the rubbish they were doing 100 years ago. Please suggest that they should do a frog race for the teachers; that will ensure that this "race" is confined to the dustbin immediately :)
gils said…
Enakum adhey kostin thaan.. They even had lemon spoon race as well!!
Vincy said…
Junior has a mind of his own and lives on his own terms and conditions. :-) :-)

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