Physical Training – PT was a weekly affair during school days. I hated it. As a kid, I tried to get away from PT classes by hidden around the corner, under the benches (and I have been caught) and in the toilets. Later, I used to get “special” permission to spend time in the library during PT period. I don’t know why I had this aversion to PT.

I remember my first PT master – Kulandaivel Sir, his stiff moustache and stern looks definitely scared me then (they probably will scare me even now). I remember Ms.Dolly Paul, who was our PT teacher during my middle school years.

Sports Day and its precursor Heats were days I looked forward to. Cheering for the different “houses” – Bosco, Gabriel and Montfort. It was always fun. The huge drums came out and you could hear it reverberating as drill practices and march past runs became routine.

In memory of PT, a haiku

 

Let us have a ball

Games to play and teams to form

Dirty, bruised, sweaty

 

White canvas shoes on

Sportsmanship spirit to grow

Smack! The ball soars high

 

Kick, Dribble, Throw, Hit

Rules to follow and lines to form

Ball so round rolls on

 

Laughter, fights abound

Oh scorching sun, how merciless

Respite from textbooks

 

March Pasts, Drills and more

Sports Day fever slowly sets in

Boom! Boom! The drum goes

 

We cry ourselves hoarse

Cheering athletes, demanding wins

“Pepsis” to suck on

 

PT to get us fit

To get us out of darkness

Weekly we wait for

 

 

Another week of A to Z gone. Come back on Monday for Q: Questions