Venkatesh Iyer, university don, was worried. His teenage daughter Madhavi was forever tuned in to the pop cacophony the music market was spewing forth with amazing consistency. Instead of raga Shankara or Darbari, the house was resounding with Macarena, Saturday Night and the like. “I must do something,” decided Iyer and drove off to Madhavi’s school one day. “You are absolutely right,” agreed Madhavi’s class teacher, “these pop and rap numbers can hardly be called music. We must save our children from this cultural degeneration.” So off they went to the school principal. “My daughter has no taste in music. What kind of values are you teaching at school?” demanded Iyer of the principal. “You are right, sir. We must teach our students what music really is. They shouldn’t be listening to this frivolous trash. From now on we shall make classical music compulsory for all our students,” promised the principal. Iyer was a happy man. His daughter and hundreds of children like her would now develop a refined taste and reject the junk being sold to them in the name of pop music. He was really very happy. He drove back home humming: ‘Hey Macarena’.