<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986166164960149282</id><updated>2011-12-12T11:14:34.957-08:00</updated><category term='personal life'/><title type='text'>that day was a disaster!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986166164960149282/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>guneet singh kalra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06182256667613042582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AACeNqn6ys/TD7aaHVYgII/AAAAAAAAAAM/JCYNPUNMTG8/S220/2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986166164960149282.post-452305315893830863</id><published>2010-07-15T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T02:49:00.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal life'/><title type='text'>that day was a disaster !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal normal 13px/19px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; padding-top: 0.6em; padding-right: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0.6em; padding-left: 0.6em; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was all set on 6th of June 2010 for the VISA intv. I told everyone that the chances are 50-50 so don't keep any hopes. Wishing inside that please God make me totally wrong and make the VO grant me a VISA. Although, I had prepared myself for a rejection well, I never thought that I would have taken it so bad. I had failed in exams, got compartments but this, this was the worst experience I ever had! My Intv. was at 1:35 pm. I started from home at 10:30am reaching there by 11:15am. Thinking that I should be before time. BAD IDEA!! :( There was nothing to sit on, no shelter - as if saying - "We don't want you". Well, to make it worse, it started raining heavily continuously for 2 hours. And I swear, that it stopped the moment I went into the complex, huh!! bad mood God ?? Well take it on Guneet... So, finally I went in and got my Intv. No. P238. My No. came after about 20 min. There was another building I had to go into. My counter No. was 2 and an Indian girl was sitting there. I thought that I had been granted a VISA as she asked me quest. and told me to go for the fingerprint checking. When I reached the other room only then I saw the Americans (VO) sitting behind the windows. I sat there for a moment. 99% of the ppl. were students. A Few of them came smiling back from the counter. I was on in 15 min. He was a American with scrutinizing eyes. He asked me for my documents. He did not understand him. It was not because of his accent but there was some problem in the mike. I asked him several times afterwards that I was unable to hear him- there was some prob. with the audio. Later, I was told by someone that they deliberately temper with the audio system to increase the number of rejections. He asked me the first question-"what univ. r u applying to" I named them. Then he asked me something I was not excepting - Y did u not apply to Harvard and why to University of southern Mississippi. Somehow i was able to convince him on the ground that Harvard requires a very high GRE score and also its too expensive to be afforded. Now the Q on which he bumped me out the Intv. was that how much U earn? RS15000. Then, how r u going to pay $37000 with a pay of $300. I was telling him how my parents have got the savings for my education. Immediately, he became very violent and asked me - but how r u going to pay for 37000 with a pay of 300. That time it came to my mind - You Idiot, if I am gonna be studying in US how am I gonna work here and pay for my education. I am a student and its natural that my parents are going to pay for it. Now, I regret that I didn't told him that. I repeated the 'rata-rataya ans' about the savings of my parents. As I was on the course of telling him the fundings I had. He said- I am not convinced, I am sorry I can't grant u a VISA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man if u r predetermined not to listen to me and are not going to give me a VISA why the hell r u asking me Qs. Just for the sake of protocol??? It's total BS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is no way u can change the mind of a VO unless he has got some idea to grant u a VISA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought I would have handled it well coz I was predetermined. But it hit me so hard that I am getting night-mares of a VISA Intv. I wake up at night thinking of it. And till this day everything is very fuzzy and I am still not clear what happened..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that day was a disaster.  :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2986166164960149282-452305315893830863?l=disasterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterday.blogspot.com/feeds/452305315893830863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disasterday.blogspot.com/2010/07/that-day-was-disaster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986166164960149282/posts/default/452305315893830863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986166164960149282/posts/default/452305315893830863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterday.blogspot.com/2010/07/that-day-was-disaster.html' title='that day was a disaster !!'/><author><name>guneet singh kalra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06182256667613042582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AACeNqn6ys/TD7aaHVYgII/AAAAAAAAAAM/JCYNPUNMTG8/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
