“Late, Late!”, exclaimed Mrs.Madhuri as Aravind made his way up the staircase with his tiny, carefully-placed steps. Her house was duplex-type, beautiful, artistic. One could sense it was built with good care and attention. It was the mezzanine floor,  which Aravind was proceeding to, converted into a small play-school area.

As any other parents we wanted him to get used to going to school, and one well-known way to enable that, as we learnt from other young parents, is to put the kid in a play-school first. We joined the bandwagon as her turned two. With school fees (at any level) touching heights that could challenge the final  – very decent – salary drawn by my father  final salary just a few years ago, we found Mrs.Madhuri’s expectations very reasonable. She was a home-maker with interest and experience in grooming kids Aravind’s age, and ran this school at her home with only very few kids, for a couple of hours every day.

This morning, Aravind was late to school at least by an hour, and that justified her expression.

Personally, I haven’t been a late-school-goer – not that I am a stickler for punctuality, but my parents made sure I didn’t fail on that regard. Aparna is quite the opposite. She feels ashamed missing the time, and she hates people who aren’t punctual.

Understandably, she was feeling very sorry with herself today. I wasn’t perturbed though. And, she was also fine if I dropped him at school, no matter what.

Here, standing before me half-awake was still a very little not-even-three-yet child, who needs to think of school as a very nice thing. And, the nicest thing to start with, every morning. So, school-going can not start with any kind of control,  rather it has to resound with freedom for Aravind, at least for now. All this ‘it is late’ talk may otherwise creative something negative about it. This is my opinion, though.

We brushed, made a little fun, and started to school. “Late comer”, his teacher remarked, but Aravind didn’t seem to mind any of her comments. He was already interested in what Varun (another school mate) was doing. I didn’t care either.


7 thoughts on “Going to school

  1. good one hari! i could spot few typos, guess you wrote in a hurry.

    2 years child, what does he know about being late :) I remembered Ani’s school days… asusual a very good write but felt like reading more and the post ended.

  2. Nice post Hari, good to see u back… :) . Well ur post did put me back on my school days where I was most of the time late for school….

  3. Nice one Hari.. it had a short story feel to it. I really enjoyed reading this.

    I agree that a 3 year old child cannot understand about punctuality, but when repeatedly emphasized, they realize that it is something important.. When a child turns 6/7 he will start ensuring that he gets dropped to school on time! That’s just what I think, Hari.

    Hope Aravind is having fun at school! Our best wishes to him.

    1. Yes, you are right, very right, Kavitha! The following day he got up still late, and we called the school off to avoid more embarrassment. Naturally, at that age, he can’t be blamed! :) Aparna kept shaking her head and told “Being late is a crime!”, and we had a good laugh.

  4. This is a cool one, Hari. You are back after a long break. I really liked your mention of father’s final – very decent – salary.BTW,I hope Aravind is enjoying his school everyday :)

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