Let me admit from my experience of being a family man, being a working
couple and having to manage a kid is not a job you would love. It leaves you as
vulnerable to being slapped with a ‘careless parent’ tag at home as a ‘madman
at work’, sometimes both.
I have lost count of how many screw-ups playing dad at work has
translated into. From being caught in the middle of a meeting catering to a
cranky child to evading smug grins when giving away futile baby talks, I have
seen it all.
But the tipping point came when my neighbours called me up at work
one day saying some obnoxious smell was coming from my house. That’s when I
started to sweat frantically thinking of my six year old, meant to be in at the
time. I dashed off right away not caring to think even for a moment that I was
to hold a crucial assignment meet the next hour.
I hurried back home with all sorts of insane thoughts up my mind.
After barging in, I immediately got hit by a strong nauseating smell which had
filled up the entire area. It was obvious-- the gas line was rendered leaking
and the culprit was tucked away in his bed sleeping. It was then that I brought
out my swiftest piece of action in killing the mains, turning the gas off, and throwing
the windows open.
It took some while and a long glance at my sleeping boy for my
breath to be back. Pheww! Wasn’t it relief!! As my palpations gradually started
slowing down, something I had been thinking about for a while suddenly started
making more sense—boarding school.
The very next day I got the best
residential schools in india listed down and settled out on one of the best boarding schools around. Three
years on, I can safely affirm that’s one of the best decisions I have ever
made.
No comments:
Post a Comment