a beautiful mind

A Race You Should Not Win

By Rashi Pranav Roy (Delhi, India)

This happened to a teacher in our school. She was walking hastily in the corridor, and stepped on wet orange petals fallen all over the slippery floor. She slipped terribly- the most classic fall one can ever see happening  to a woman in a south silk saree. She ended up with her legs in full split; she earned herself a pelvic fracture. She could not close her legs due to, you know, the broken pelvic bones. Nor the teachers could bring her legs back together ending the acrobatic stance. Hence, she was put in the same position on a stretcher and rushed to hospital. Just imagine (pause). What a brutal piece of work we kids were! When we were told about her injury, it was an ‘Oh No’ in unison. When we were explained how she fell, and moreover how she was taken to hospital, we fell off the desks laughing hysterically. Not our fault, she made it a legendary fall to remember. Because she could not watch her steps! It was wet, slippery and sprinkled with deep orange petals all over. She should have used her eyes and brain and slowed down.

It’s not the matter of just the steps we take while walking. The pace of everything has switched us to 2X speed. Everything! One morsel of food is there ‘un’chewed in mouth and we are already about to pop in the second. Before the other person can reach the end of his sentence, we interrupt him with our story, “know what…”. There is a new thing called power Yoga which can condense the entire benefit of 1 hour of pranaayama in 10 minutes, ethereal! It’s so crucial to overtake that truck or tempo that dents no more matter for car and driver. Pace and pace in everything, vrooming along the clock without making any sense- back down, just cool down, pacify yourself.

Have you ever seen a mommy who gets up late and gets her kindergarten kid ready for school- polishing the socks along with shoes, while holding the cheeks tight enough to make the child pout like a pig as she combs the hair so hard that scalp bleeds. And I would not explain the phallic catastrophe following a fast and careless zipping up of pants. White icing rather than cherry on the top, she dabs talcum powder all over the face of the dumbstruck kid, finds unnecessary to clean the dust off the brows. Making the child look blonde! And her final kiss before the child boards the bus clearly swipes the powder away in kiss shape on one cheek. The child, too shocked to interrupt the mom, expressionlessly hangs the water bottle by its ribbon around neck and shoos to school. It’s her misconception that she did it so fast and perfect. If only she could give ten minutes more to the chore, the kid could happily go to school looking like a student rather than clown. (But hey, lazy or hasty, mommies still rock)

To some serious side of this, most accidents are a result of illogical race to reach first. How devastating that has proved to be for millions? Just a matter of ten to twenty minutes of time makes one behave like a fast forwarded fool. All the bruised gums, scratched scalp, choked windpipe, bumped cars, unzipped pants, messed up work desk, cluttered shelves, broken ankles, injured elbows (against the doors and walls)- it’s all because of haste. And it is entirely our fault, isn’t that hard to manage if you take a step back, look and plan.

Why not be ready half an hour in prior to avoid that rush? Please keep things at right place (men, have mercy on this point), never ever pull a cloth randomly from the shelf and always, get up early. Getting up early is the first thing which sets every schedule in perfect timing for the rest of day. When you get up at 6am instead of 5:30, it’s a huge loss because the mind is boggled thinking I’m Late, I’m already Late.

One more thing, avoid listening and reacting to people who keep shouting to hurry up. Not asking to be rude, just develop a resistor in your mind. Loud horns, loud advices- these only harm the functionality. I had smashed my car’s rear view mirror against a hoarding once. No, not because I am a woman. My cousin shouted suddenly, ‘Take a Left!!’ I reacted to that in one second and bang! Keep the body, mind and logic in equilibrium. When thes three factors are out of sync, the person ends up looking like an unsolved Rubik’s cube. Take time. You have to be alive first, anything later. Else, no one minds another classic acrobatic pelvic fracture-slash-split to die laughing about.


  1. Debtanu Chanda

    June 21, 2017 at 4:06 pm

    Pretty nice story with a very very important message.

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