A lot of knowledge gathering about the admission process happened and the mommy and daddy V were all excited about the interview at the anna’s school for the thambi.. Allow me to remind you at this point that the thambi’s admission rested squarely on the anna’s shoulders, and we ensured he remembered this huge responsibility 😉
When we received the admit card, the anna, quite predictably and also pompously, stated that this is how close he could get us to the admission and hoped that we did not mess it up from here on. The big mouth!
Like ‘intelligent’ parents, we never fussed, coached, coaxed about the interview-stuff to Varun, lest he becomes wary and throws a tantrum on the big day. He slept well the previous night and woke up in a good mood. The potty and the bath was a breeze. He wore his favourite blue jeans (what else!) and his favourite yellow tee with a pic of Krishna (of the chota bheem fame) on it, had one idly with his favourite molagapodi (chilli-powder), a bowl full of fried rice (which i’d made for anna’s lunch), and his usual cuppa bournavita..
All the kids and anxious parents were awaiting their turn to be called and our little enthu-cutlet kept running into the interview hall and kept asking when we would be called.. The hubby and I were ‘cool’ parents because the interview was just a formality.. The older sibling already studies there and he had done his bit well.. Next, the proximity to the school- just a stone’s throw away.. After an hour’s wait, we heard our token number called..
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PS: *Ours was way interesting than Alistair MacLean’s!