“I am a kho-kho champion and a kabaddi expert. All I wanted were trophies in my hands, but society, a typically Indian middle-class one, wanted to see babies in my hands. I loved my little ones but I loved being on the field as much. Rubbing off the dust from my saree and sand from my hair, I walk into the classroom to teach Physics, but my students address me as PT Miss.
I don’t crib about not being able to choose a career in sports. It is easy to think about what my life could have been if I had chosen sports as my career and regret my decision. Instead, I use my skills to help others, my students, to achieve their dreams.
When I am on the field, I constantly remind my students that there is a world beyond academics. In the classroom, I focus on the depth of education. I believe in overall development of my students.
I am 53 and I still bloom the most in sweat and soil. I haven’t thought about retirement so far. Right now my priority is to nourish the sports culture in my school. Sometimes, I stare at my tanned skin and feel a little unhappy. But the sound of clinking medals, won by my students, makes me run an extra mile without worrying about the effects of the sun on my skin. When the arms of hundreds of students swing perpendicularly during March past, I hold my head high. Similarly, in the relay race of life, I hold the baton in my own hands.
When it comes to a physical trainer, people usually think of a sturdy man. I aim to change this. I want to foster the spirit of sports in the student community, which in India mostly focuses on studies.”