He sat by the corner. I could see that he was upset. I went and sat by him.
‘What happened?’, I asked
‘I hate my teacher’, he said.
My son as such loves going to school but somehow he was not able to relate to the new class and the new teacher.
‘it is a new class, you will take time getting used to it’, I said.
‘it is already one week’, he said.
‘Sometimes it takes a little bit longer’, I said.
He shrugged and then said, ‘ I don’t want to go to school’.
That hit me…hard.
‘See sonny, you have to go to school, school gives the basis to get a good job. And when you get a good job, you can do as you please’. I said
‘Huh’, he said
‘What?’ I said
‘You are in a good job, aren’t you? But you crib all the time. About your boss keeping high targets, about your co-workers back stabbing. Whats more you can’t do as you please, so what is the use of having a good job, what is the use of going to school?’
I stared at him with my mouth agape. He had his point.
My son was growing up….he observed….a lot.
‘Come let’s have an ice cream’, I said
‘Mamma will scold’, he said
I shrugged and said, “I will have a sugar-free one’, I said.
We had our cone ice creams, he a strawberry, me a sugar-free vanilla.
‘You know life is like an ice cream’, I said
‘Huh?’, he said
‘Sometimes it is cold, sometimes soft and always it looks tough like the waffle here. but then it gives the crunch. So it is with life, it looks tough, it is sometimes hard, sometimes it is a breeze but the important thing is you enjoy each bit because they become memories’, I said.
He looked at me as if with new understanding.
‘Thats what you talk about with Suresh Uncle’, He said
I nodded, Suresh was my childhood pal. Whenever he came to town, we reminisced about bike rides and movies and of our dreaded Physics teacher and so on.
‘So enjoy this bitter-sweet moments’, I said