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Typical Indian Middle-Class House Exam Result Scenario

"I have scored 89%" announced my daughter as she stepped in through the door.

"Yeah! That's pretty poor. Mine is 93%. Hey Hey Hey! my son announced with pride.

"You can't score more then 90% in seventh standard. You will understand it when you come to 7th standard." My daughter tried to counter her brother.

These marks rattled me. "Marks have become cheaper!" My mind interjected. Yet I had become conscious of the fact, "All through my academic pursuit I had miserably failed to score anything as impressive as this. I wondered if present day schools could reassert our marks scored in bygone decades and tell us how much would they be worth at present?"

To ward off the negative thoughts I just proposed, "Shall we have a party? This calls for an ice cream party." My proposal failed to evoke a positive response.

"Daddy! How much did you score?" This was the most inconvenient question being flung at me. My daughter was at it.

My wife got up from the chair saying "I have a lot to do."

Thereon she gave me a look that said, "Handle it! It is a for you and not of my initiation." She rolled her eyes that added, "Oh!poor you." She marched to the inner room.

"Tell me! Tell me! Tell no!" My son cajoled me. "Mother should know." Opined my daughter.

"Mummy! Come here!" My son gave the call. There was no response. He peered inwards. "OH! Looks like mummy is looking for it in the cupboard." Inferred my son.

"I am just tidying the cupboard." , her feeble response lacked confidence.  "No! No! Noh! It's a lie" shouted the children as they ran in.

I was worried of my predicament. Moist palms, Beads of sweat dry tongue  increased my discomfiture.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! We have got it."
The joyous announcement made me feel that's the end.

My daughter was holding some thing like a certificate. She looked at me and said, "It is A++ here." My son added, "Mummy says it means 65 or at the most 68%."

"Gosh! That's so poor of you daddy! Atleast 75% would have been ok." Opined my son. My daughter had this one for me, "Didn't you go for tuitions? Manisha is going to be an engineer soon. She too is going for tuitions for past many years. Isn't it mummy?" This was getting crazy. I looked at my wife.

"Are you through with the certificate?" My wife queried. Give it to me. It is very important and critical as on occasions, he needs to submit it to the office."

"Wow! Submit and then what happens? Do your bosses check it? Do they hold a viva? I want to be with you all through the viva." This was the worst.

"Shall we decide about the film, we are going to after the party? If so, then we have to decide fast. Or shall I ask daddy to decide."

Children shouted in chorus, "No way! Daddy's choice is pathetic. Let's decide." my wife looked at me as she herded the kids inwards. She added with a wink, "You better see that ice cream party happens in next 15 minutes or xxxyyxx ???" 
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