The INA market and Dilli Haat are two markets. Buying and consuming is the main reason for people to come here, at least for middle class individuals or anyone more privileged than them.

I was asked to reach INA metro station, where I would find Hasan, a program officer who is quite experienced. As a Butterflies educator, he has built a rapport in the community in East Kidwai Nagar. He took me to visit the community, as he also had to call a few children and their parent for admission in a school. As he took me through the narrow lane in between the huts and jhuggies and the cuboidal houses made of brick, I saw the sewer which was 2 meters away from the houses, the sewer flow being a meter down from the houses. The houses still flood with water when it rains sufficiently. It was around 9:40, the water was flowing from the taps and everyone was doing the washing, bathing and filling of containers. I figured that similar to every other slum or community with lack of facilities, having water here was a big deal. They did not have to fetch water from tankers on wheels. Every house was washed from the inside, the clothes being hung out to dry, and the narrow stone path being damp at some places and flowing with water at others. The lack of space, the crammed area and the continuous washing and water running at the time made feel like an intruder within a large bathroom. It wasn't the case though, as Hasan was with me. He talked to the father of a child, asking if the child went to the school, and then talked to the mother of another high school boy. From one house came out an adolescent with a clear file of documents for admission.

As careless as he was, he forgot to inform Hasan about a link he received 9 days prior from his school teacher. The link would enable him to get admission. He couldn't open the link from his phone, which is often the case for government websites as they rarely work. As I walked following the boy, Hasan behind me, I did not notice when he had talked to and brought three children and their father, presumably it happened seamlessly and I didn't notice it since they had called him before. Going to the same semi government hindi medium school, the adolescent and the family of 4 followed us.

Entering the school, the peon starting his conversation with the fact that the community children are unruly, I accepted that he could probably remember actual situations which he remembers to form such thoughts and express them to us. Throughout the rounds that we had made for the 8th class girl and the high school pass boy, the common theme was that "there are no seats available".

Schools often say that they have filled all their seats because they want less students, and only the students which are good at academics, in order for the school's image to be good, and in order for it to be easier to teach the 32-35 students, instead of teaching the full capacity of 40-45 students. The boy's case was not helped as he had two compartments in his marksheet. They only want the cream of the class.

After the rounds made of the school for the boy, Hasan went away with the father of three children. Two of these children were agreed to have been admitted by the school authorities with the condition of an affidavit provided which stated the reasons for which their studies are late. This affidavit is often needed in the case for migrant families as education is overlooked, giving priority to the family in the village back home, marriages, funerals or work. Schools are hesitant to give admission to families from low class communities due to the fact that often the families do not give time or attention to the child's studies, which directly affects the school's reputation.

We often judge the families, communities and a faction of people upon the presumptions we have. Stereotypes are made upon listening to others' accounts of encounters with rag pickers, auto rickshaw drivers, street vendors. The stereotypes are taken at face value as the situations and socio-cultural background of the people is almost never understood or even pondered at.

As I talked with the boy about his interests, he told me that he likes dancing. I asked whether he knows english, and he responded with hesitation and was unsure. He could read English, but the words which were complicated went over his head. He mentioned his wish of learning English better as it was required for a better profession even in dancing. To reach a higher level in his craft he had to learn English. I gave him some tips and information which helped me learn English, and could help him even though his environment is hindi based.

He listened carefully so I told him that I learnt English through videos which didn't teach English, but were simply narrated in English and had subtitles. However, he only watched videos on youtube which were narrated in Hindi. You can guess how an environment consisting of a hindi speaking family, school, peer group and everyone else one has interaction to, leads to a quite difficult path to learning English and actually progressing to a higher level of education, competing with the children whose education has been completely immersed in English from the start. It's unfair.

As Hasan came back from procedure of getting the two little kids admitted in the school with the help of an affidavit provided, another issue arose and an application had to be given regarding the submission of aadhaar card of one of the children in two months. Hasan was great at making negotiations with the schools authorities, and at the start I had thought that none of them were to be admitted due to the school's reluctance. He got two children inside a good school, which was trying its best not to admit them, but co-operation at some stages of the process helped.

Hasan says "बहुत पापड़ बेलने पड़ते हैं।", which I witnessed firsthand.

The high school boy's science and maths results were not accessible. There were two different roll numbers, one for the original six exams, English, Hindi, Sanskrit, Science, Maths, SSc, and another roll no. for the compartment exams he had given for Science and Maths. He only had the new passing grade of maths at his access, in his clear bag file. But when trying to access the original marksheet and science scores using the two different roll numbers and school numbers, both were inaccessible. A peculiar predicament which could only be solved with the help of the previous school's help. Hasan asked the kid to go a cyber cafe and try to get his marksheet first, but he didn't even try.

When we had left the school for the INA contact point