Clark was onto something when he went looking for Indians. It wasn’t just that half his work had been done for him by the Indian government. It wasn’t just that, next to the sifting mechanism through which Pavan and Kittu had passed, the Harvard admissions office was a kind, forgiving place. It was that any person with the brains to get into the IIT’s and the gumption to get himself to the United States was capable of all manner of miracles.
