Fauja Singh ran his first marathon at age 89 and became an international sensation.At 101 years he ran his final race in Hong Kong.
It is an immense pleasure to see people like Fauja Singh who make a big difference in keeping our culture alive!
Reading about his life I found an interesting note which is worth mentioning.Born in 1911 at Beas Pind,He was named as Fauja, meaning “army general,” or “soldier.”by the women of his village.
By his second birthday, however, Fauja’s parents had cause for concern: He couldn’t walk. The way Fauja tells it, his legs were short and spindly, capable of movement but too weak to support his body. He turned 3. No steps yet.
Then 4. Still crawling. Children called him danda, Punjabi for “stick.”
Family members worried he might be crippled for life, so they consulted village doctors. Generally unfamiliar with Western medicine, the local health care providers were likely to concoct an herbal remedy for illness or prescribe human urine for injuries, but in Fauja’s case, they saw nothing wrong. The boy was just weak, they said. Nothing could be done.
Finally, at age 5, he developed enough strength to hobble. Proper walking didn’t come until around age 10.
Entry into Marathon: Fauja migrated to London after death of his son who lived with him in India.After a lifetime in functional Punjabi garb, he took quickly to London’s high-fashion aesthete. He couldn’t speak the language or follow the customs, and his beard and his turban marked him clearly as a foreigner, but from the neck down, Fauja looked the part of a Londoner.
He had another indulgence, too: television.
Fauja hadn’t owned one in India, so now he passed hours flipping channels on the couch, and one afternoon, he saw a mass of people crowded together on the road, running along in T-shirts and shorts. Curious, Fauja asked around, What were they doing? Soon he found out it was an organized race. A marathon, they called it.
Fauja decided that if the people on TV could run a marathon, then surely he could run one, too.
And finally he ran his first marathon after 10 weeks of training and became a legend subsequently who continues to inspire everyone to lead a healthy and an active lifestyle.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream — and not make dreams your master;
If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings — nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And — which is more — you’ll be a Man, my son!
Entering into college means new aspirations, hope,a sense of being mature individual , “cool dude” attitude and so on……………
Though in medical colleges picture invariably seems to be Topsy Turvy with feeling of being demoted to primary school starts haunting you after first few sessions
yes GMCH had its own very history with building at 38 named as PRAYAS .
It was very adequately named I feel
PRAYAS= effort , an effort one had to make to come to GMCH at 32 real sector 32 I mean
Its name reminded one the efforts he/she had to make to come on term with realities
there were so many RULES .it was more of JUVENILE home I believe where you landed after clearing PU CET
It was a new whole world that college opens to you and PRAYAAS gave you every reason to frown on it
the Nostalgia of not being able to use lifts still is fresh in everyone memories
those name plates that were compulsory on overalls which after first year vanished into eternity
NO canteen [really missed it thought going to canteen was considered cool before that]
the RECREATION room at top floor with one TT table and yes those “secure” lockers whose keys we got in first week and used other methods to open them throughout year
and above all D-HALL trauma -3 hours of everyday picnic in it with those CUNNIGGAM’S manuals which supposedly every one of us read and passed his exams with ……. (LAL KITAB-chaurasia was the VODEMONT of D hall and anyone who tried to be POTTER ended up spending time with HOD)
and yes those physiology frogs whose pithing was less traumatic than results the experiment gave
those muscle twitching sessions
and biochemical urine experiments whose calculations somehow never seemed to be correct and so forth
First prof is really a year where if u were u thinking that clearing of PMT equalled a Swiss holiday treat but landed up in Afghanistan with constantly being chased by Taliban men [cadaversand skeletons in anatomy dept] and are on run for life thereafter
It an year which welcomes you to life sciences and you are wonderfully amused with world that exists in all of us……….
it also marks an end to theschooling era but STARTS A NEW SCHOOLING ERA which many of us acknowledge as time passes……………..
Well trauma ends with those 6 continuous exams and practicals whose memories remain cherished in you foreever and every exam seems to be easy compared to those last days of first prof………………….