Parameters of measuring success

Hyderabad, Kondapur, Golden Tulip estate, Ground Floor.

Scene: I am taking my 3 year old niece up to my house. A pre-teen girl and her brother come down the stairs.

[The Girl]: Hi... Do you work in Deloitte?

[Me] Err...  No... I work in TechM.

[The Girl]: Who is she..? Has she come to play? Will she spend the night?

[Me] Yea...she is my niece... she was getting bored so she came with me...i will drop her back at night..

[Sai/My Niece] Smiles shyly... knows we are talking about her...

[The Girl] ohh... in car??
[Me] What a thing to ask... Yes or maybe my husband will drop her off on bike.

[The Girl]: Does she understand English?
[Me] What is this woman's problem! haha... yea she kind of does... sai...what is your name?

[Sai/My Niece] under pressure...looking away from all of us....Shambabi Jori

[The Girl]: Where was she born?
[Me] Dude!!! really... DELHI, but she understands Telugu also.
[The Girl]: Her turn to give me a weird look...Which class is she in?

[Me]: Well... i dont know...
[The Girl]: Shocked... Doesnt she go to school??!!!

[Me]: NO ...she goes to this pre-school thing... she is 3 yaar...


[The Girl]: ohhhhh hehehehe... ok... i thought she is big... hehehehe...

[Me]: Ok bbye...sai bye bolo didi ko...
[Sai/My Niece] baaaiii

[The Girl]:Actually i thought she is born in US...she is so fair na...thats why...