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Kid’s Admission Interview



Kid was brought to school to get admission in the U.K.G. for an interview as it was very difficult to get through admission in that school. Parents were really worried.


Parents and kids entered the principal's office. Parents sat aside on the sofa and the kid was sitting in front of the principal.


Principal started to converse with the kid.. here goes..


Principle: What’s your name?

Kid: Sita


Principle: Good. Tell me something you know.

Kid: I know many things. Tell me what you want…!


“Alas, there is no better point for not getting the admission”, thought her mother to herself. As her mother was trying to make up for the situation but the principal stopped her..


Turning to the child she said: Tell any rhyme or story which you know..

Kid: Again,Which one do you want.. Rhyme or Story..?


Principal: Ok. Plz tell me a story..

Kid: Do you want to hear what I studied or what I wrote..?


Taken to surprise.. she asked: Oh! you write stories…?

Kid replied: Why should I not write.?


She was impressed with the answer and said: Ok, tell me a story which you have written..

Kid replied: One day Ravana kidnapped Sita & took her to Srilanka.


The opening scene failed to impress but still she encouraged the child to continue..


Kid: Rama asked Hanuman help to rescue Sita. Hanuman too agreed to help Rama..


Principal: Then?

Kid: Now, Hanuman called his friend Spider man..


No one expected this twist in the story!!


Principal: Why?

Kid: Because there are a lot of mountains between India and Srilanka.. but if we have Spider-man we can go easily with his rope..


Principal questioned: But Hanuman can fly, can't he.. ?

Kid: Yes. But he has Sanjeevani Mountain on one hand so he cannot fly very fast.!


Everyone was surprised and got quiet.


After a while..


Kid asked: Should I continue or not?

Principal replied: Ok please continue!


Kid continued: Hanuman and Spider-man flew to Sri lanka and rescued Sita. Sita said Thanks to both!


Principal: Why?

Kid: Well.. When you are helped you should say Thanks!


So Sita requested Hanuman to call Hulk…


All were surprised.


Kid realized everyone’s curiosity and continued: Now Sita is there, so to take her safely back to Rama she called Hulk..

Principal: What..? Hanuman can carry Sita right?


Kid: Yes. But he has Sanjeevani Mountain on one hand and has to hold spider man on the other..


No one could control their smiles.


Kid continued: So when they all started to India they met my friend Akshay..!

Principal questioned: How come Akshay there now?


Kid: Because its my story and I can bring anyone there!


The principal didn’t get angry but waited for the next twist..


Kid continued: Then all started to India and landed at Bangalore majestic bus stop..

Principal asked: Why have they landed In majestic bus stop?


Kid: Because they forgot the way..& Hulk got an idea and called Dora..! Dora came and she took Sita to malleshwaram 5th cross… that’s all!


She finished the story with a smile..


The principal asked: But why malleshwaram 5th cross…?

Kid: Because Sita lives there & i am Sita..!!


The principal was impressed and embraced the child. She has been admitted to UKG & was gifted with a Dora doll.


Moral: Kids can really amaze but we clip their wings (creativity) expecting them to do things as we see it right & not from their viewpoint. Let’s give every child freedom to do their own thing & watch their dreams come true.




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