Three Mistakes of My Life by Chetan Bhagat

'Because he's a Muslim. Multani, remember Naseer from the Muslim
University? Ali is his son.'
'Oh, that Naseer? Yes, he used to campaign in the university elections. Used to
be a firebrand once, but I have heard that he has toned down.'
'Yes, he is in politics full time now. Moved from a pure Muslim to a secular
party,' Dr Verma said.
Ish looked at Dr Verma, surprised.
'I found out after you guys left yesterday. Sometimes I feel I run a gossip
centre, not a clinic' Dr Verma chuckled. 'Anyway, that's the issue then. A priest's
son teaching a Muslim boy.'
'I don't want to teach him,' Omi said quickly.
'Shut up, Omi. You see what we have here?' Ish spoke.
Omi stood up, gave Ish a disapproving glance and left the room.
'How about the state academy?' Dr Verma said. 'They'll ruin him,' Ish said.
'I agree.' Dr Multani paused. 'He is too young, Muslim and poor. And he is
untrained. I'd suggest you keep this boy and his talent under wraps for now.
When the time comes, we will see.'
We left the clinic. I took out four marbles from my pocket and called Ali.
'Ali, time to go. Here, catch.'
I threw the four marbles high in the air towards him. I had thrown them
purposely apart.
Ali looked away from his game and saw the marbles midair. He remained in his
squat position and raised his left hand high. One, two, three, four - like a magic
wand his left hand moved. He caught every single one of them.