[Introspective post alert again! Not for the faint of heart!] If you go up to a school kid and tell him that his school is the worst in town, what do you expect to hear? Yes, I am referring to an average kid and not a disgruntled 3-time failure of a bully in the class. Well, to say the least, you get to hear a lot of expletives, a lot of indignation, and a stubborn resolution that no, you are wrong... his school is the best! Or at least, if not the best, it is a good school; certainly not the worst. The question is, why? You know, this perception, this subtle ego remains alive no matter what you do. I saw my friend's mother proudly pointing out to almost everybody who came to her home that her husband could lift a 50-kilo iron weight just by the little finger while he stood dead-straight. It appeared funny to me, but she was so proud of the fact that I never quite mustered courage to laugh. And as I think now, I should never have. Let me give some more examples before I explain. Yo
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