My eldest grandson Saahil has turned seventeen today. Born December 12 1994 in a strong family of six aunts and three uncles, not to mention doting grand parents, his entry to volatile world was through natural birth endured hassle free by his slim and trim petite mom Anisha. Named Saahil by virtue of the first letter of a stanza-Shloka of our holy book- Guru Granth Sahib opened casually . As a baby, he made love strong, home happier, the past forgotten and the future worth living for. He has had commendable upbringing starting with primary education in Sophia High School for girls and boys till primary level. He was disconsolate with the co-ed system at being in minority but continued doggedly till my old alma mater, St.Mary's High School for boys only came to his rescue when he was admitted meritoriously through an admission exam.
He faired well in St.Mary's as a gutsy mediocre and a web addict who found time to study. As he embraced teens he tried to be an odd job help around house and reeling under procrastination, he would take apart anything that needed repair, only to abandon due to lack of expertise and the remark that 'the bloody thing was put together wrong in the first place by dopes who did not know what the heck they were doing.' At this stage he was not good at listening to his elders but never failed to emulate them.
But all said and expressed, Saahil at the tender age of fifteen passed Indian Certificate of Secondary Education examination of University of Cambridge aggregating 65%. Now in pursuance of higher studies he is commuting to Abu Road, 27km away daily to attend St. John's School, once again a co-ed institute. A natty dresser, Saahil, fair, tall and handsome,
immaculate in maroon blazer and worsted trousers, seems a man on the move.
No comments:
Post a Comment