TITLE: The Ramp Less Traveled
We sat around the breakfast table chasing our boiled eggs around the plate when my father declared: 'I have made a decision.'
I groaned. He may as well have grabbed my hair by the roots and dunked my head under water ten times. His "decisions" invariably drowned me in more misery than I already suffered.
Before we could interrupt him, he said, 'I have decided to send Mili to IIT for her education.'
'What's IIT?' asked Saurav, before gulping down half-a-glass of orange juice. My dear brother could dredge up the name of his kindergarten girlfriend on demand, so I doubted he'd forget his alma mater, as he was pretending to do.
'Don't be silly, Saurav,' said Mummy, rapping him on the wrist. To my father, she said, in her usual honeyed voice, 'Are you sure about putting Mili in IIT? She may not be able to handle it.'
'I know,' Papa said. 'But Mili must learn to stand on her own two feet and not depend on her mother for everything. An engineering degree will change her life for the better.'
He set down his fork and turned to me. 'What do you think, Mili?'
Apart from the teeny little problem of having no brains for IIT or any college whatsoever, I thought Papa's plan was quite brilliant, actually. I'd merely have to sign up for engineering, move in to the campus hostel, and within a few days they'd discover me hanging from the ceiling fan.