For the young mothers these tests are a matter of life and death, as if the whole future of the child depends on these tests. Alphabets, numbers, and rhymes jostle one another in their tender heads and tears flow like a stream. Then the day of the test arrives too soon to the horror of the parents. But the children remain totally unconcerned. On the day when the results are announced and the list of the successful candidates eligible for admission is displayed, it is party time for some and depressing time for others. If the child fails the admission test, it is the end of the world for the hopeful mothers. If her neighbour's child mages to obtain the coveted seat, while her own son does not, jealousy gws her soul, then she spends her days in depression and utter humiliation. She feels that because of her child's failure, she has denigrated to a lower position and her neighbour has risen to a superior status. In this struggle for upmanship, the mothers rarely spare a thought for the innocent victims of grown-up rivalry — as the child could not care less as to whether he got the seat or not.