I would like to share with you all the efforts taken by my friend ...
a young mother...whose sole ambition and occupation was to make
her little one a child prodigy!
She always kept me poste with eager and happy updates of how her son
is so quick at grasping things-(and the poor dear had just seen 2 summers!)
Once she told me he could identify flags of different countries...
Another day she called me up mainly to give me the news that the boy
could count frm one to 100-backwards...
I wished I could tell her that the boy may be spending sessions on a
psychiatrist's couch discussing his childhood and MUMMY...
She even told me she gives him lessons 4 times daily(are they medicines?)
Once I was there at her house and after a session of kidcentric talks-
she woke up her darling genius ... coaxed him to leave the bed and cut
short the siesta...pushed a G I Joe into his hand...and brought him
before me for a performance...
The show started off with -simple January ...February....recitals
Then it switched over to some more demanding exercise -
He did well-only needed little prompting and a little cajoling and tiny threats...
Next came- a more complicated round of challenge...
Now I could see stars in the young mother's eyes and I could visualise
her dreaming a camera crew from famous channels shooting the show!
"Places and People"-Shall we call it?
Mamma went ...
Japanis...Prattled sonny as he fiddled restlessly...
I decided to join the fun now...
After all the judje of the show has a right to question? Isnt it!
Bali? (he wont know-I thought)
So closes home...
(He has some stuff!!!)
(too complicated to pronounce...so excused)
He barked out proudly...
I controlled my urge to smile-rather burst out at the mindless mother -
"He is sleepy ,you see", she mumbled apologetically with a red face while the kid
happily fiddled with the T.V. remote...
His mother now knew the TV crews are not going to come home in near future
and the teaching sessions had to be more longer...
"He is thorough with International ones...need a little honing in the
At least that was what Mamma dear tried to tell me
in many words while the little one happily dragged a sofa cushion down ,
sat on it and stretched out his hands and took off on an imaginery flight to -
May be the land of Andhreeeese?????????????? or rather Keraleeeeese?
I was happy that the childhood was not successfully plucked out as a bud.