The Admission Tamasha

We’ve all been through it.

But nothing prepared me for it. At the appointed hour everything seemed to happen at the same time. The site crashed, our phones kept ringing with insistent relatives and the girl whose results were awaited fainted. With the temperature somewhere in the high 40s everything seemed doubly intense. There was nothing moderate about this situation.

What am I talking about, you ask? I’m talking about the day the twelfth board results came.

This year was especially crazy, what with the delay and the drama over ‘moderation’.

Well, maybe moderation might not be all that bad!

On the other hand…..

The fainting girl’s results turned out alright but the real challenge was yet to come. With the cut-offs sky high, getting into the desired college became very tough.

At least kids these days can be sure that they are choosing the right course having been (ably?) assisted by career counsellors.

This compared to our days when subject choice decisions were not the most um…scientific.

And yet, we didn’t turn out so badly.

I took up commerce because my siblings had chosen the said subject as also my dad and his dad. And look what I am busy doing these days- cartooning!