Wordjunkie faces the process ‘that plagues all parents at least once in their lives’:

Two years back, when we had to find a school for the Imp, we had chosen two, applied and let it go at that. One had an interview process for parents AND kids, and we were lucky to clear it. The other, considered the best in the area based their choice entirely on the admission forms. No personal meetings, no asking kids to name five flowers and colour only the red one, nothing.

This is when you agonize over the little things in your life – should you use your husband’s surname in the form, even though you’ve never ever used it before? Makes you look like a more close knit family, right? Should you fib about your employment status – will they be happier if you’re a SAHM, or if you make yourself sound like a business tycoon? Religion – should I put down Hindu, even if haven’t been in a temple since 1985 or done anything remotely religious in, like, forever? But hey, I went to convent school, doesn’t that count for something? And salary, what about salary – is it better to seem poorer than we are, so they will take pity on us and admit our daughter? What do I put in the form to make them like my kid more?