Master of Social Engineering

***Disclaimer: This post is written with the experiences shared by my colleagues and friends in their own corporate life. The purpose of this post is not to hurt feelings of anyone.***

Masters of Science_…oops… Social Engineering is a qualification which can be given to a person who is master in social engineering. You must be thinking that it is like that only, isn’t it? Yes, you are right but I am not referring to actual degree of MSe which universities provides, I am referring to the degree which are given by friends and colleagues to a person who is good in social activities.

As any qualified person can use his/her degree either in good way or in bad way same is applicable to Masters of SE, some people use it for the help of others and society but some use it for the help of themselves. Such people can be found in your office, in your social life or at any other place which has involvement of many people.

Let’s talk about office, in office or in your team you can find an MSe easily, such people become your good office friend and they are involved with you in official work and in your office social life. They laugh with you, they go with you anywhere but, when the moment of doing some work comes they start wiping sweat from their head and silently ask fellow colleague “yaar, ye dekhna kya he, dekhna zara isme kya karna he”. On such request if a fellow colleague helps him/her then they start giving instructions as if they know whole thing. They want full credit of the work assigned to him/her but they do not want to do it as they try to accomplish it through their social engineering skills.

                It’s not bad to help your fellow colleague but always helping them in each and every tasks allotted to him/her is not correct and it clearly shows that this person is incompetent. Such behaviors and practices effects team spirit. Team members refrain themselves to complain as their emotions stop them.

The good part is that irrespective of the gags you do on them such people never get angry or irritated because they know they have to bear this if they want to be in the same team. They never take any panga with anyone and they are always ready to take out their wallet to make a payment.

We have always heard about team work and such people gets benefit of team work, they do not contribute anything but take contribution from others and its always a dilemma to either complain about such people or to keep helping them and save their job.

New Apartment

Haanji!! kya haal chaal? sab badiya, ek dum mast, tip taap?
I hope ki sab badiya ho at your end.
Well, I wanted to write this post before my post Show off but I was not able to stop myself to write it (why? read it and know it).

So, we have shifted to a new apartment in a different society in same area. I don’t know why but I kinda love this area (Indirapuram) and when we came to know that we need to look for a new rented apartment then moving out of this area was not on my list. I am living in this area from the past 5 years and that might be the reason for my love to this area and its proximity.

It was a month’s effort on property websites and interaction with property dealers to search a rented apartment which suits our requirements. I cracked this deal by the medium of an add posted on one of the property website (yes, no brokerage) and I felt good to see that still some land lord post their property’s advertisement on internet rather than including property dealers who let their apartment on a rent amount which actually do not deserve to be.

Process of finding a rented apartment includes various questions from property dealers and land lord which we (I and Palak) found sometimes funny and sometimes very weird, some of the Q&A were:-

• LL: “Aapko apne liye chahiye ya kisi aur k liye?”

Me: Apne liye chahiye.

• LL:“Aap dealer he ya party?”

Me: Hum party and hum bahut party karte hein :)

LL:kya?

Me: I mean hum party he…hume hi ghar chahiye.

• LL:“Kitne log he aapki family me?”

Me: Hum do log he, kyun?

LL: Actually, jis family me bacche hote hein hum unhe ghar nahin dete rent pe kyunki bacche ghar kharab kar dete hein.

Me: Ohh, that means aapke bacche nahin he.

LL: Excuse me! aisa kyun lagta he aapko?

Me: aapko ghar se jyada pyaar he na isiliye, never mind.

• PD:“Aap kahan aur kya kaam karte hein?”

Me: Noida me, Software company me, kyun?
PD: Accha software me ho, phir to thik he, wo kya he na ki software waale jyada much much nahin karte.

• PD:“Aap kahan se belong karte hein?”
• LL:“Aapne padhai kahan se ki he?”

Me: Street light k neeche, sadak pe. Kyun aap ghar rent pe nahin doge kya?
LL: Nahin wo baat nahin he, I just want to check whether you are a professional or not. Kabhi kabhi kuch dada type k log aa jate hein.

Once a lady asked me (who was staying in a house as a tenant which we went to see)

• Lady: Aap kahan kaam karte hein?

Me: Ji, wo main aapke Land lord ko bta chuka hoon, aap ghar dikha dijiye.

Lady: Nahin phir bhi kahan aur kya kaam karte ho?

Me (frustrated): I am Ankit Garg and I like movies a lot, I use my motor cycle to go for Movie on every weekend and I like to whistle and throw coins on Movie screen when a good scene comes. I like to play cricket inside movie hall and regularly drink Pepsi because it changes the game. I also go to Noida for bike ride and for job. (Palak started smiling)

Lady: Accha, Motorcycle se Noida jaate ho job k liye, ok.

Me: haanji

In this area rent pe ghar dhoondhna wo bhi without broker is like aiming in the eye of a revolving fish with bow and arrow by looking at its mirror image. We went through this life learning lesson and realized that real estate sector is really booming and rates are touching sky these days. After all this jostling when we finalized our deal we took a breath of relief and tighten our back for shifting.

Two days before shifting to new apartment we started packing and then we actually saw how much things we have in this 2 BHK. Palak said “OMG! itna samaan aaya kahan se…..kitna samaan he yaar humare pass”. Whatever it was we had to pack and we had cartons, cartons and cartons every where.

Some how we got shifted to our battle won apartment with the help packers movers and got settled, but, still struggling to get broad band connection. Bechara humara laptop, from the day we came in to our new apartment it did not get the chance to connect itself to its peers in this electronic virtual word, it has not even come out of backpack.

Arey!! sabse important baat,Many thanks to the god that Maids in this society are not rowdy and raunchy like maids in old society otherwise we have to again go through hiring and tantrums of kaam waali bai as I told before. I told Palak that she is lucky this time with the maid and lets hope this new home brings us more good luck. Fingers are crossed.

Show Off

We have often heard that these days Marriages are a medium for show off. Things like kind of decorations, varieties of food, kind of Marriage hall or farm house etc one has opted shows status of that family. Show off starts right from the marriage invitation card i.e. Marriage invitation card itself indicates which kind of marriage one is going to have.
Show off from the type of Wedding invitation card can be understandable but show off from the content of wedding invitation card is some thing which can not be explained. One of my colleague who belongs to Tamilnadu  is getting married and when we (our team) received his invitation card we were not able to believe our eyes. However we were not able to understand his card as it was printed in Tamil but few words in that card grabbed our eyes which made me write this post.
Below are the edited scanned version of his card which we got on our email.
This one is quite normal

but the next one is not

I believe you are familiar with most of the qualifications which can be seen above but if you are not aware about TNEB then it is Tamil Nadu Electricity Board. Tradition of mentioning highest qualification with the name of bride and groom can also be seen in North India but for the first time I saw the designation and qualification of whole family mentioned in the wedding invitation card.
Next one is super cool :)
 
Groom’s name is printed with his qualification, designation, company name and location. RSVP list also has qualifications.
This may be the trend of marriages from Tamilnadu and I believe not only me but you have also not seen a wedding invitation card like this.
***Disclaimer:Intention of this post is not to make fun of any community or individual. Purpose of this post is to show the different things which people are doing these days.***

##Keep reading and stay blessed##

A woman who killed her fetus

I know, from the topic of this post you might have guessed about which thing I am going to write.
On 5-May-2012, bollywood actor Aamir Khan’s show Satyamev Jayate got aired in which he raised/showed topic of female feticides in India. Show also talked about how ladies are mentally tortured by her husband and her in-laws to give a baby boy or abort the fetus if it is a girl. Educated and uneducated people of India are doing this, we can say that in majority, there are in-laws/husband who ask her daughter-in-law/wife to abort the girl fetus but the other fact which we cannot be ignored is that some pregnant woman also do this i.e. if a pregnant woman comes to know that the fetus is girl then she go for abortion with irrespective of what other members of her family want. Sounds cruel right? But it is also a fact.
I came to know about a family which has three children, two elder daughters and one son. The lady of this family gone through three abortions before giving birth to her son and the surprising fact is that she was so much lost in the desire to get a boy that this lady convinced her husband to go for abortion. In this case we cannot blame any other family member other than this lady.
There are also some cases where couple go for abortion because it happened by mistake and refer it as unwanted child. They are bringing a life in to this world and then they killed it just like erasing something with eraser.
Cases of female feticide are more but I believe male and female feticide should be stopped.

Television

Do you remember them?

                                                                                                                   

                                                                                                             

I am sure you do if you are from 80’s or before 80’s. These were the TV which played black and white movie songs “Ramaiya Vasta Vaiya, Ramaiya Vasta Vaiya….”. If we go back in that time then those were the days when black and white televisions were getting popular and people were getting them from the market. Those who were not able to purchase it they used to get it on rent to watch Sunday Programs mainly Chitrahar and movies on Doordarshan.

From my faded memory I remember that we also got Weston’s Black and white TV. At that time, these Televisions were not providing power of remote control. Channels required to be changed manually from the control button on TV of course by the person who thinks himself/herself as capable of handling TV while these days buttons on TV are hidden somewhere in the television frame so that they do not spoil beauty of Television set.

Today we can watch TV on our cell phone while there was a time when people used to gather outside of that house which has Television and  start peeking from windows to look at the score of Live telecasted cricket match. Even TV owner do not mind people standing outside of their house. When Doordarshan played movies on Saturday and Sunday then people used to call their friends and family member to watch that movie on that innovative technological box. I remember when people or in fact I used to climb on roof to adjust the antenna to make picture quality clear and ask “Thik hua??….ab thik hua kya…ab hua kya?”

I remember when cable TV/private channels started people were much excited to see more than one channel on TV. Today as there are n number of channels we fight with each other to view a particular TV channel or we just zap channels to search some interesting content while in that time there were no such options, whole family used to sit together to watch whatever channel was showing. It was like a team building exercise which involved cooperation and satisfaction but nowadays everyone has got TV in their room and all watch what they want to watch.

One thing is common between that time and today which is, still most of the homes have one TV but with the difference that  either One is watching the TV channel of his/her choice or one is just watching it. Previously there was no remote control and these days one has to keep two remote controls with them, one for the TV and one for the STB, thanks for the STB providers.

There was nothing like Parent control as Doordarshan never showed such content and Doordarshan used to be the very important channel at that time and today no one watch it, in fact I have even not tuned it on my TV. The fact is that being a government channel it is still free to air from the 80’s or may be before that to till date.

Technology has/is made/making TV slimmer and slimmer day by day while human is getting bulged day by day and below cartoon from internet shows that.

Our next generation will never see old black and white Television sets and we can tell them that we have witnessed the launching of cable TV and DTH, IPTV Settop boxes.

Meeting During Arrange Marriage Process-2

So, after my first meeting during arrange marriage process incoming and outgoing of marriage proposals were going on. I used to filter the profiles which I felt suitable and then asked my parents to have a look at them, take decision and either send a mail or reply to a mail for further proceedings.

Going through this an another meeting got fixed. This time I had to go to girl’s place at Model town in Delhi. When I got a call  from girl’s mother (let’s call her “The Lady”) for the coordinates of their house I actually resisted a bit to go to their home. I asked them whether we can meet at some public place like in a Mall or in Mc Donalds but they told me that there is no such thing in their vicinity. So, I had to go to their home in Model Town. Meeting time was fixed for 11am so I had to leave Indirapuram around 10 am (which is too early to get up on a weekend) as Metro takes around 45 minutes from Anand Vihar to Model Town.

I reached there on time, informed The Lady about my arrival on Metro station, she told me her husband will be there in next 5 minutes to pick me. Girl’s father came after 20 minutes to receive me at Metro station and then he escorted me to their home. It looked like as if he has smoked and spent those 15 minutes in enjoying taking puffs of that white smoke having nicotine, carbon monoxide and tar in it (Actually, being a non smoker I come to know very quickly if a person has smoked or not).

I settled down in their drawing room. Soon The lady appeared with Mango juice and other snacks, she was waiting to cover the table with the plates of snacks the moment prospective groom comes. Three of us were sitting there and the conversation followed:-

The Lady: Lo beta lo, pehle Paani peelo phir Mango juice pee lena.

Me: (Like a obedient kid) ji aunty, thank you.

The lady passed me a plate and placed one Samosa, one piece of Dhokla and a sweet in my plate. I was feeling hungry as I had just a cup of tea and two slices of brown bread in my breakfast before leaving my home but, in formality I said

Me: Auntyji, aapne bahut jyada rakh diya, itna main nahin kha paunga ( jab ki main soch rha tha ki yaar ek aur Samosa pet me chale jayega to pta bhi nahin chalega ki Samosa pet me kis kone me pada hua he).

The Lady: Arey nahin beta, itna to sab bacche kha hi lete hein.

The lady to his husband who was sitting silent and looking around.

The Lady: Aap bhi le lo kuch, kya rakhoon aapki plate me?

Father: Nahin, nahin, main nahin lunga kuch, abhi to breakfast kiya. Tum le lo.

The Lady: Nahin, nahin, main nahin humne abhi thodi der pehle breakfast kiya.

Me: Aunty aap le liyeje kuch. Main akela hi kha rha hoon to accha nahin lag rha aise.

The Lady: arey koi baat nahin aap khao.

In the mean time father picked newspaper from the table and started reading it. It quite weird that father was not showing any interest in the marriage process of her daughter.

The Lady: To beta, aap log shaadi kahan se karenge?

Bingo!! Here comes the first interview question of the process.

Me: Aunty, abhi aisa kuch decide nahin he. Humare saare relatives isi area me he to shayad yahin se karenge.

The Lady: Accha. Main Shweta ko bulati hoon.

She disappeared to call her darling daughter. I finished my Samosa and was thinking whether I should continue with Dhokla or go slowly. Father was not interested at all so he was reading his NBT. The lunch was getting prepared in their kitchen as I was able to smell the fragrance of Rajma getting cooked. (Naak thodi tez he ji meri…)

The girl appeared, no…not with the tray of tea and other things but with a very different expression on her face as if she was not in the mood to do all this and her parents(especially her mother) have forced her. I can understand that kind of feeling when you are supposed to do things which you are not willing to do.

The Lady: Shewta beta, betho, yahan beth jao Ankit k samne.

Shweta: Nahin Mummy, aapko bola na maine I am okay here.

The Lady: Arey beta samne beth jaana, ek doosre ko dekh to loge thik se. Ab ek doosre ko dekhoge tabhi to decide karoge.

Shweta: (In high pitch)Mummy please.

Me: Aunty please, yeh kaisi baatein kar rahe he aap (only in my mind).

She was not looking at me. She was looking down. I felt either she is shying very much or she does not want all this. Chances of second thought are more as she didn’t seem to be a shy girl. I broke the cone of silence

Me:  Hello!!

Shweta Nodded her head but didn’t say any word. I made my mind that I am not going forward here but still I needed to sit there since I am in their home.

Me: Aap kuch lijiye khane k liye.

The Lady: Haan beta tum bhi kuch le lo.

Shweta: Nahin, mujhe kuch nahin lena.

The Lady: Arey lele beta, wo akele hi kha rahe he, company ho jayegi.

Shweta: Mummy!! Maine kaha na ki mujhe nahin khana he kuch bhi, abhi to  breakfast kiya he maine aur kitna khaun.

I stopped slicing Dhokla for a moment when I heard what she said but then I continued with Dhokla while thinking “Arey maine breakfast nahin kiya he to main to kha sakta hoon J aur waise is family ki unity dekho, koi kuch khane ko taiyaar hi nahin he. Jaise Bakre ko halaal karne se pehle bahut khilaya jaata he waise hi situation yahan meri he ;)”.

The Lady: Aap dono aapas me baat kar lo, hum aate hein thodi der me.

Shweta: Nahin Mummy, aisi bhi koi baat nahin karni he hume, aap dono beth sakte ho.

The Lady: Nahin, nahin. Kar lo aapas me baat, jo poochna he wo pooch lo.  Suno ji, aap bhi chal lo.

Father got surprised when he heard what his majesty said and left his place and placed newspaper back on the table.

Me: haan aunty, aap logo k jaane ki zaroorat nahin he.

The Lady: Nahin nahin, hum aate he abhi thodi der me. 

 I, Shweta and Samosa, dhokla along with other stuff between us were in the room. I thought ki “yaar 5-10 minute pass karne he aur main ab aur kya baat karun, Shweta to kuch baat karne k mood me lag hi nahin rahi he aur ab to dhokla bhi khatam ho gya he to khali beth kar idhar udhar dekhne se accha he ki main hi kuch pooch leta hoon ”. She was completely ignoring me and I got that but still I asked her

Me: So in which platform do you work in TechM?

Shweta: Database technologies.

Me: Okay, in development, testing or DBA?

She paused for some time. I thought she is not interested to answer this question.

Shweta: I am DBA (Database Administrator).

Her father appeared in the room and took his seat. All three of us were silent and I had already  put my plate down on the table. I was looking at them and they were looking at me. It was an awkward moment but I wasn’t responsible for this. Shweta picked that NBT newspaper and started reading it, The lady was not in the room, her father was looking at me and I was looking at him with a small smile on my face. I was smiling at her daughter, I was smiling on how she was behaving. She sensed the silence in the room so broke it by saying

Shweta: Arey Papa!! kuch to baat kar lo, sab hi chup ho gaye hein.(She said this line as if she cares how to treat a guest).

Finally, The lady appeared in the room and asked her daughter forcefully to go and make some tea. She refilled my plate with a Kachori and some sweets (ofcourse forcefully, but, I didn’t mind it J) and asked me one surprising thing

The Lady: Kaisi lagi humari beti?

 I was totally astonished by this question of her and I was struggling very hard to what to tell her. I was in their home and it’s not right if I tell her that I didn’t like her daughter at all and to whom her daughter was showing all that attitude but I thought to handle this question diplomatically but that diplomacy didn’t worked.

Me: Aunty, main aise kaise bta sakta hoon aapko. I mean, 5-10 minute ki meeting me main kuch decide nahin kar paya.

The Lady: Dekhne me kaisi lagi? Aapko pasand aayi? Baat cheet karne me kaisi lagi?

(Abe yaar!!, ye to directly pooch rahi he ab inhe kaise directly mana karoon…. Kuch positive sa bolke bhaago yahan se)

Me: Aunty, baat karne me to mujhe thik lagi Shweta Ji (Ji with more emphasis), baaki main mujhe apne ghar waalon se discuss karna padega.

The Lady: haan beta, ghar waalon se to discuss zaroor karna chahiye. Ab mera beta USA me he, wahan usne apne aap hi ek Indian ladki se shaadi karne ki zidd pakad li ab hum kya karein bachhon ki zidd k aage to maa baap to jhukna hi padta he. Aur jo bahu he humari wo bahut moti he, pta nahin kya dekha humare bête ne usme lekin dono accha kama rahe he wahan. Main dikhati hoon aapko unki photo.

On this moment I started losing my patience, why in the world this lady was telling me about all this and why she want to show photo of her daughter-in-law, who I am to her ? I didn’t said anything. She went in to the kitchen to see what is taking so long for tea to come. Again, I was with the father in that room. This time I thought “Yaar, ye uncle ji ko smile pass karne se accha he ki plate me rakhe items pe concentrate karo.” J

The lady appeared again and told that Shweta’s grandfather (let’s call him Dadaji) want to meet me and he would like to share tea with us. They took me in the room of Grandfather at the ground floor, I saw the exit gate and thought to run away but I was escorted and followed by three of them so no chance of escape unless I did some action like Agent Vinod.

When we entered in the room, Dadaji raised his hand towards me, I grabbed his hand and shaked it firmly believing that he wants to shake hands but later on from his facial expression I realized that he was asking me to seat on the chair in the direction of his hand J. I want to rofl but sensing seriousness in the room I did not. Dadaji talked about general matrimonial thingy things and the whole meeting came to end with a final punch from the lady

The Lady: Beta, aap apne parents se discuss kar lena aur hume zaroor batana ki aage se proceed karna he, batana zaroor jis se hum bhi sure ho jaye, kaafi log aate he kha peekar chale jaate he aur jawab hi nahin dete.

Me: Ji Aunty, zaroor, aapne bahut acchi khatidaari kari he, hum iska jawab zaroor denge. Namaste!!

The Lady: Namaste!!

I left their place, felt relieved and bought a lemonade from a nearby shop to digest all those stuff which was stuffed in my stomach.

Meeting During Arrange Marriage Process-1

It’s been already 5 months to my marriage and 1 year ago this was the time when my arrange marriage process was going on according to flowchart of arrange marriage process. As I was away from my parents so firstly I have to meet girl’s family or sometimes directly to the girl if she was also away from her parents. But, this post and further posts on this topic will contain my funny (or weird) meeting experience with family members of those potential prospective candidates _{naah… I should say} brides.

On a fine sunny Sunday my meeting was fixed at my home with the parents of a girl from Delhi. They insisted to come to my place, may be they want to see how this bachelor is keeping up his home or may be my living standard. Although the maid came that day but I was more conscious about cleanliness and other stuff ;) after all first impression sometimes matters a lot. I got call from them and I went down to receive them as finding my flat is a tricky task apart from hit and trial method (yes, the society in which I am residing has a very weird nomenclature for numbering flats i.e. flat 806,606 and 506 are not at floor 8,6 and 5 respectively but they are on floor 7. So, first time  whosoever comes to our society had a very hard time finding a flat).

When I saw their car approaching towards me my face grew a small smile and my body language started changing to show my humbleness. When their car with black tinted window glasses stopped first I saw front door opening then back door followed by driver’s front door and then again back door. For that moment I said “OMG, they are more than two people” and then “So, they are four people…abe bacche ki jaan loge kya…..4 bade log and main akela…aaj to beta Ankit accha interview hone waala he”. While exchanging greetings one thing struck my mind “They didn’t told me that four people are coming and I have made arrangements for 3, let’s see how it goes..”.

After everyone got settled girl’s uncle (paternal uncle and aunt were accompanied with parents of girl) opened the discussion with question

Uncle: What is the meaning of Ankit?

My Mind: What?? Is this the kind of question somebody ask in the meeting for arrange marriage?

Avoiding my facial expression on this question and maintaining that small smile on my face I said

Me: It’s meaning is printed.

Uncle: hmm. So, what is the reason behind giving your matrimonial advertisement in newspaper?

My Mind: Bechara kuch samajh hi nahin paaya so it asked me to say something to avoid dumb situation.

Me: Sorry, I didn’t get you.

Uncle: I mean, generally people look for matrimonial matches through reference of their relatives and they put their add on newspaper and on Internet as a last option.

My Mind: Accha to ye matlab he is question ka. Abe!! yahi same question to main bhi in se pooch sakta hoon. Are they not getting a good match for their daughter or they are completely exhausted with references of their relatives? After all, they also referred newspaper and they responded to my matrimonial advertisement. Today they are sitting here  in my home due to that advertisement only.

Both ladies of that family were just smiling as if the big man has asked a question by attaching gym weights with it to make it more heavier. Girl’s father was expression less and he was waiting for my answer with his cross legs over each other and index finger on his cheeks, other fingers on his chin as if he is listening to some problem like Sarkar in RGV’s Sarkar.

Sensing the criticality of this situation and expectancy level I wished if someone from my family was here, I knew that I had to answer this question very diplomatically so I said

Me: Well, Internet and newspaper are the fastest means of communication these days and everyone wants to save time. Nowadays internet is not requirement but it is a basic necessity. We are still looking for references from family as they can be trusted on the first place but by putting your advertisement in newspaper and your profile on matrimonial website gives you more options to explore. In earlier time it was not required but today it is required.

Both ladies were still smiling as before and scanning me from top to bottom, big man did not looked satisfied with my answer, girl’s father shifted his hand from his face and put them across his chest and for the first time he spoke to ask me another question. They all might be unaware that I was observing each thing happening in that room.

Girl’s Father: So, you must be getting other proposals?

My Mind: Of course why not? And why shouldn’t one get it? Aren’t you getting for your daughter?

Me: Yes, (sarcastically) you know we have given advertisement in newspaper so that is so obvious.

Both ladies looked at each other and smile vanished from their face. Big Man who was silent and enjoying snacks (whatever I had arranged) stopped for a second and then resumed, father of girl remained in that same position and just blinked. The scene was as if I have refused to marry their darling daughter.

Breaking the developed silence Girl’s Mother spoke for the first time

Girl’s Mother: So, Beta, what do you do in your free time?

My mind: Oh, she speaks too.

Me: By showing them my novel collections stacked in my bookshelf I told them either I read my novels or I surf Internet.

Internet, Big man raised his eyebrows when he heard this word, father was in up straight position.

They told me about their daughter and asked me whether I want to ask something about their daughter, I refused.

Girl’s Father: Ok, Ankit ji, we should take your leave now. We will discuss things further with your father.

My Mind: Interview over….relief..

Me: Okay, Uncle. Thank you.

 Aunt: Can we see your home? (Yes, she spoke too).

My Mind: Why they want to explore my place?

Me: Okay.

I showed them my place. Girl’s aunt asked me

 Aunt: This refrigerator is yours or it is provided by your Landlord?

Me: It’s Mine.

They saw other things too and discussed about that in their eye language. I felt that these ladies might be investigating which things I have with me. I went down to see off them, girl’s father left to pick his car and others were waiting for him, I was looking at Big Man, I observed that one lady moved and went behind me, from her reflection in one of the window pane of a car (to which I was facing) I saw that she was again scanning me from back side. I felt very uncomfortable, what these ladies are looking in my body?  it’s just a human body why are they staring like this? Such were the several questions which ran through my mind.

 As I was looking at Big Man I felt that he want to say something and he asked one more question

Uncle: So, how do you go to your office?

My mind: say, on bicycle.

I was about to answer his question but before I said something girl’s father came with his car and asked them to board it. They hopped on and left. This is how my interview got over by teaching me a lesson that how girls feel when somebody scan their body from top to bottom.