While I studied in school, and this was nearly 3 decades ago, we used to have sports events. One of the sport, I was forced to participate in was a 100 meter race. This was something I hated because I simply couldn’t run fast as others. It did not come as a surprise then that I always finished last or at best second last.
As is the tradition in most societies, the winner gets a lot of respect, awards, friends and the loser gets ridiculed. I was too young then to understand that this was just a race and not to be taken personally.
Majority of my friends would hang around the winner of the race or those who ranked well academically.
Few questions I had on my mind then and I was afraid to ask were :
First – What was the purpose of that race ? Is it just to know who runs…
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