So, in the middle of shooting a rugby match,
and untangling spools and spools of red tape for a shoot at the Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus,
previously called Victoria Terminus,
and the hot hot sun which tanned even me,
and gave me a black nose,
there was a shower of fresh water on my head.
Dhanno scored 91% in her ICSE Std. X Board exams.
with a 95% in Maths.
Inspite of us.
We did all we could to make things difficult for her.
Refused to send her for coaching classes.
Tempted her with movies every day.
Dragged her off on shopping trips,
railroading her carefully worked out timetable.
Packed her off to sleep early.
Shut off the early morning alarm she had set, once she was asleep.
Told her that marks were not everything.
Rebelling against parents takes strange forms.
Hers was to do well.
And all of us old-timers,
rebels of the first order in our youth,
are secretly pleased with her performance,
despite our professed disgust.
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