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I still remember the day I got my 12th class result. I was sobbing because I knew those marks were not enough to secure a seat in Delhi University in the course of my choice.And then there was my Dad — happy, proud, glowing with excitement. For him, these were “first class” marks. What more could a parent want? He distributed sweets in the neighbourhood along with xerox copies of my marksheet. Yes, you read that right! It wasn’t the Facebook era, so my father literal...
