Skip to main content

World Cup Match - Germany vs England and Child Psychology

It has been long since we sat in front of TV and watched a sport with passion. IPL has changed the way we think about cricket. It has become a mere entertainment and no passion. And the sheer number of matches they play - the seriousness is not there any more when we watch cricket matches. Just because of the love of the game, I do watch cricket still, but passively, not passionately. We were in Germany during the 2006 Football world cup and enjoyed the atmosphere, the passion they have for the game. I know many of my German friends actually do not support Germany because they do not like the style of their game! We inherited the spirit from there certainly and passionately followed all the matches. When this world cup started, one thing was sure. We are not missing any German matches. Not against England for sure.
One thing I like about our son Srish is that he does not watch TV. He is only two and half years old - always stays in the balcony and plays with his toys. As usual, when we put on the TV at 7.30 PM for the knock-out stage match between Germany and England, he went away and started playing. We passively settled before the TV in anticipation of a German victory.
As the game progressed, Klose gave us the first reason to shout. We did not realize that we produced decibels good eanough to have our son run back to the hall and watch us in amusement. Soon Podolski hit the second goal and we were unstoppable. Srish joined in the celebrations by shouting loudly and clapping. Only when the referee became blind to a clear goal by Lampard and we started discussing whether we should be celebrating it or not, did we notice that Srish has already brought out his big ball that he normally hardly plays with, and started hitting around with his legs. He wanted to be in the game. He connected our cheers to football game. In no time, from another corner, a small cricket bat that I thought I bought for Srish a little too soon, came out. So did a small tennis ball. Cricket started and my wife and I had to keep the goal post to save the TV. We started to wonder how excited he was seeing us behave like children. When Mueller hit the third goal, he shouted as much as we did and hugged us. He was following us very keenly and could replicate every feeling we showed. I do not understand child psychology, but one thing is sure. The kids are always watching their parents; trying to be like them. If you want your kid to grow up to make you proud, behave the way he should in future.
All is well that ends well. As Germany trashed England 4-1, we retired with a lot of satisfaction: because we were not disappointed by the result of the match, and we, as a family had a wonderful time for two hours.

Comments

  1. Nice, I guess you enjoyed watching the match as much as your kid did watching you.

    ReplyDelete
  2. I guess so. It is very much possible that he enjoyed more!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

JABBED!!!

Let me start of with a disclaimer of sorts - what I narrate below is my experience with the two doses of vaccination. Depending on multiple unrelated factors, your experience could be better or worse.  The best news of 2021 has been (and continues to be, as of today), the availability of vaccine for COVID-19. The first lot of people who were given these were obviously and very rightly the health-care workers, followed by front-line workers. This started way back in January. I was very happy that slowly but surely, there seems to be a plan to vaccinate the entire country. I could definitely sense a fool-proof plan for vaccinations.  Fast forward to February - the Government decided to open the vaccination for senior citizens. I believe this had something to do with the way experts believed that the virus effects the senior citizens worst. Because, otherwise, it would have made sense to open vaccination for any one on the move (mostly middle-aged adults) - these are the folks th...

Fond Memories of my first Motor Vehicle - Champ

1987: When I was in my 7th Grade, every day commute to school was in a cycle rickshaw, modified to carry 6 kids and our bags to school. We would compete to sit towards the rear of the rickshaw with a metal rod keeping us from falling down; we could just jump out at a gradient and push the rickshaw. It was fun, but a public transport. I could not get down where I wanted, I could not go the speed I wanted and some one else was actually sweating for me. I dreamt of a personal vehicle at that time - a cycle, only for me! I thought if I could buy a bicycle, all this could be solved. My elder sister had a ladies' bicycle by then and I always envied her. She never depended on any one to take her places (school, home). I promised to be a good boy and my parents bought me one - an Atlas bicycle. I also had my first mods installed - a softer, spongy seat with extra-suspension, an additional carrier in the front to hold some books. I was delighted. I felt like a free bird. I al...

THE TRAIN TO NOWHERE

CHAPTER - 1: INTRODUCTION: (updated Dec 13/ 2017) This is a travelogue, a narrative, a true-story and an adventure. My cousin Ravindra will join in this journey with me. Other than anything, it is the expression of our passion for train travel. We are hoping to get a good experience of the unity in diversity that India is so well-known for. Trains and train travel has inspired me since I was a child. I dreamt of travelling in a train when I was not travelling in one. Our home in Tenali (Andhra Pradesh) was a couple of hundred meters from the town railway station and I spent most evenings on the railway platform watching the trains go by, and a rare train coupling or changing the engine. My grandfather, who just retired from National Physical Laboratory, ignited this interest by giving me a set of questions on trains and stations that I should get answers to. These ranged from the voltage of the overhead traction, to the type of current in the train coaches, to the meaning of num...