Admission

Anyone would have wanted to swap places with Aditya Menon that day. He had been awared the best businessman of the city, third time in a row. He was beaming his big smile for tomorrow’s ‘News Today’ cover, but only he knew the turmoil inside him. His only son – Rahul Menon, his pride, his source of happiness had stormed out of the house that morning. He was so angry that he pushed maid rajamma on his way out. Rahul had always got what he wished for, being raised by rich parents who had substituted money for their love, care and time. So, when his father couln’t give him a decisive yes for his latest wish, Rahul was heartbroken. Rahul’s close friends and his school crush were all set to study in the city’s most prestigious college engineering college ‘SKIT’. Rahul also wanted to go there with them. Problem was – he didn’t do well in the entrance exams conducted by the selection committe of SKIT, an autonomously run department.

Aditya Menon had pulled all strings even before the exams, to get a copy of the questions, but apparently the breed of honest people had not gone extinct and he failed. Failure! – Hah something that went shivering out of his sight several long years back was trying to creep in again. But Aditya Menon was ready with his tricks. It is not for nothing that he is the best businessman around. He had done a huge favor to the VC of SKIT once. He called to remind him and give him an opportunity to repay the debt. The VC was a bit hesitant but the persuasive sweet talker that Aditya was, it barely took him a couple of minutes to push the VC into submission. But Aditya wasn’t going to sit and wait for the VC to work his magic. Time was limited and the results were to be out by evening. So he called the education minister. Aditya knew that elections were around the corner and he wanted to play all his cards. Even the minister only gave a non-committal promise.

Evening 5.30:
The Principal was in deep thought. He had always been an epitome of honesty but the call from VC had shaken him a bit. The VC had told him that there was a request to include someone in the final list. It would mean offering the only quota seat meant for a support staff Raju’s son to be given away to some undeserving rogue. Just then there was a soft knock and the troubled face of the head of admissions. What now, thought the principal. As the head of admissions started narrating his phone call with the education minister for a similar request, the principal started smiling.

Evening 7.00:
News Today: Breaking news! Attempted suicide. Famous businessman’s son admitted in Apollo.
Principal on phone: Sorry Sir, We had another demand from the minister. If I give it to either of you, the other would come to know about it and be furious on me.
Raju’s home: Rajamma! Your son is now an engineer in our college.