My Parents failed attempts

Everyone of us thinks that our parents are the best. I m also there in the race and think I m close to winning this one....yeah they r surely...THE BEST(best only for the lack of bttr superlative).
But this one is not about what my parents have done for me...this is about what they tried doing 4 me, but i dint let them succeed...
I waz maybe in class 1st or 2nd....a tutor waz called to improve my handwriting....i dnt remember nething xcept i have a blurred vision of him accepting his fees mnth after mnth. I dnt need 2 tell the attempt waz a failure.
Class 3rd came the music classes, to make me learn to play the kyboard(harmonium does not sound standard), again no use.
After that I started attending the drawing and painting classes, I still remember the teacher there complaining to ma parents tht i cm there just to chat with the gals...i still cant believe that bcoz the gals there were almost 2.5 times my age.
Grade 6th and 7th were for sports-Table Tennis and swimming.....in the T.T court i just liked watching the pros play...and in the swimming pool i liked watching the lasses...nah thats a lie....bcoz v didnt have the same timing as the gals. I liked swimming but i cldnt ever build up on the stamina.
Next year I expressed my desire to join computer classes…papa immediately obiliged me….now that waz sum success…but what waz the ultimate use…..I m here wasting my time on orkut, yahoo, rediff and blogging!
Class 8th drawing and painting again….this time for academic purpouses bcoz my art marks were ruining my report card…after the first two months the art teacher literally begged to me not to cum again.
Class 9th the writing master waz bck….this time it waz just bcoz I had said(by mistake)-“I dnt like my handwriting and wanna improve it”….my parents, wonderful as they are, did a lotta hardwork 2 find the same teacher again bcoz he waz the only 1 of his kind in the city…..nobody out there teaches u how to improve ur handwriting. The only improvement over last time waz tht this time I cld remember his name….Sulekh….weird name na???
2002 came the Art Of Living course….so that I can b a bttr human being…..i fnd it interesting…but sluggish as I m I never bothered to practice…
Nebde could have given up after so many failures, but I suppose my parents were well taught King Aurthur’s tale in their school days….they are still ready to support me in whatever I try….my Papa the biggest critic and motivator one can have and my mummy a step ahead of him. I respect them, I fear them and I love them. THANX…THANX A TON.