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An imaginary interview - in jest

Q: Hi, My name is somesomeka, I am talking from abcd TV. Do you have few minutes

A: No, no. I am not buying anything. I don't want any insurance. Nor do I want any loan or credit card.

Q: No maam, you are mistaking me. I just want to talk to you for a few minutes.

A: Ya, shoot out.

Q: I heard that you are one of the important bloggers in Rajarajeshwarinagar. Can you tell me about your background ?

A: OK. Let me see I studied electrical engineering in Bangalore 30 years ago. At a time, when every road, every village and every house was not flooded with engineers. But then I did not take my career seriously. I just taught computer languages in institutes.

Q: So you are an Engineer by education. How nice! And you did work in a company. How interesting!

A: Ya, ya. I was working as an embedded faculty even after coming to this RR nagar. My neighbors tell otherwise.

Q: Now you are not working?

A: I am developing android apps.

Q: Then where do you find time for blogging? You must be really busy with household chores and app developments.

A: See blogging is my passion. It is my way of expressing my feelings.

Q: Which topics do you blog about? Technology? Education? Cooking?

A: I do blog about programming language C/C++. But mostly I blog about God and neighbors.

Q: About God? You must be really a pious person?

A: Ha, ha! You haven't read any of my blogs.

Q: And neighbors? Do you have really friendly neighbors?

A: Friendly and neighbors - these two words do not go together. Either for individuals or for countries. My neighbors give me depression, anxiety and suicidal tendency.

Q: (Panics). Are you suicidal? How can I help you? Do I refer you to any counselor?

A: No, no. Don't worry. I am not going to kill myself. But let me tell you. If at all I do kill myself you can tell your viewers that my neighbors with their gossiping about me are the culprits. They will have blood in their hands.

Q: (Still in confusion) Ok, Ok. It was nice talking to you. Have a nice day.



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