Time flies. Its been more than a year since I wrote something for my diary and my daughter. From Preschool she has now cleared her Kindergarten I with flying colors, winning six certificates in total in various competitions and otherwise. The best was, when she got the first prize for her small little speech on her 'favorite sports person' and then on 'save water'. I have been a proud father so far adding one feather at a time in the hat call fatherhood with the head held high.
Here is what she said in her 'Save Water' speech emphasizing on supporting 'Rally for Rivers':
'Rally for Rivers' by Ridhima
Here is what she said in her 'Save Water' speech emphasizing on supporting 'Rally for Rivers':
'Rally for Rivers' by Ridhima
The pass out formality for K1 is also over and she has successfully been moved to K2. A feather in her farther's cap. The pass out group photograph is below for reference. I am leaving it to Ridhima to find herself in the picture when she grows up:
Enough of boasting, isn't it?
Its been a rocky ride professionally where despite working very hard things didn't move as it should have been. But that's how life should be, nothing should ever be predictable. All plans should not be successful. Success makes us arrogant, it is the failures that keep us grounded and teach about life the most.
The clouds of despair will always end with a silver line. Patience is the word how our planet works. We should keep learning practicing patience and keep improving ourselves.
My dad always used to tell one old saying that can loosely be translated as 'either you educate your child or let her see the world by travelling.' The last one year, despite all hardships we managed to travel fairly well. Below is one such photograph on our way to Balaji Temple near Pune.
We then went to some other places and she has a plenty of stories to tell. She repeats her stories so much that we now wish to vanish before she opens her mouth for one. My parents had been here in Mumbai since November and she enjoyed their company to the fullest. What happened is, she became even more playful and naughty in last almost six months till her grandparents were here.
She picks up things fast and now can write sentences on her own. She hums are own songs and discusses Maths scaring the hell out of me. Mathematics and I have always been two completely different things, never destined to meet. Things look grimmer when I ponder over her math questions when she grows up. Why do we study Maths?
I have recently joined a new organisation and want to make some time at least once a week to continue adding to my dear daughter's diary.
