{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"PoohsDen","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.ourowncorner.com\/poohsden","author_name":"Vinitha","author_url":"https:\/\/www.ourowncorner.com\/poohsden\/author\/pooh_admin\/","title":"P: PT &#8212; PoohsDen","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"OX6gYA3NP7\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.ourowncorner.com\/poohsden\/p-pt\/\">P: PT<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/www.ourowncorner.com\/poohsden\/p-pt\/embed\/#?secret=OX6gYA3NP7\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;P: PT&#8221; &#8212; PoohsDen\" data-secret=\"OX6gYA3NP7\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/www.ourowncorner.com\/poohsden\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","description":"Physical Training &#8211; 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 &#8220;special&#8221; permission to spend time in the library during PT period. I don&#8217;t know why I had this aversion to PT. I remember my first PT master &#8211; 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 &#8220;houses&#8221; &#8211; 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 &nbsp; Let us have a ball Games to play and teams to form Dirty, bruised, sweaty &nbsp; White canvas shoes on Sportsmanship spirit to grow Smack! The ball soars high &nbsp; Kick, Dribble, Throw, Hit Rules to follow and lines [&hellip;]","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/www.ourowncorner.com\/poohsden\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/04\/IMG_2952.jpg"}